Invincible Bloodline

Yang Fann's eyes flashed with killing intent. What a great Silver Moon archduke, what a great Soul Blood Contract.    

This was to completely slave him, Yang Chao. Once he signed this Soul Blood Contract, even he could not disobey the orders of the Silver Moon archduke and let him do as he pleased.    

One had to know that the Soul's blood contract was personally refined by the King of Great Daos. As long as one's Soul realm was not the King of Great Daos, the Great Dao's Soul did not transform into the soul of a Great Dao's King. They would be bound by the Soul's blood contract, and their life and death would be determined by a single thought from the Duke of Silver Moon.    

"If you want to slave me, then even you, old Silvermoon, are worthy!"    

With a cold smile, Yang Fann flicked his finger and a wisp of chaotic fire landed on the Soul's blood contract. In an instant, the Soul's blood contract was burned into ashes, turning into Flying Ashs.    

"Little Son Yang Fan, you are courting death!"    

Killing intent exploded in Duke Silvermoon's eyes. He was kind enough to give Little Son Yang Fan a way out. However, not only did Little Son Yang Fan not appreciate his kindness, he had also destroyed his Soul Blood Contract. This was an unforgivable crime.    

One had to know that a Soul Blood Contract like this could only be refined by a Great Dao King. He only had a few of them in his hands. If he used one, he would lose one.    

The degree of preciousness. It was no less than a Supreme Grade Nine Heavens Great Tao Divine Artifact.    

As his voice faded.    

"BOOM!"    

Boundless divine light erupted from the Archduke of Silver Moon.    

The aura around him. . . It rose a hundred times, a thousand times crazily, as if it would never end.    

"Chi. . . Chi. . . Chi. . . Chi. . . "    

In all directions, the space was shattered into pieces. Even the Guardian Formation of Mystic Firmament City was not satisfied with the criss-crossing cracks. It seemed like it would completely collapse in the next second.    

This was the result of the first Xuanhuang using the Profound Azure Divine Seal to maintain the Four Directions Space.    

"Buzz. . . "    

With a flash of silver, a silver Wolf Head Blade appeared in Grand Duke Silvermoon's hand.    

Silver Wolf God Slaying Blade - Duke Silvermoon's Original Divine Blade - was refined from his Divine Wolf Tail as the main ingredient. It had already steadily stepped into the ranks of intermediate Great Sovereigns.    

With the saber in hand, the aura around the Archduke of Silver Moon's body rose rapidly once again.    

The terror of the pressure was so great that even the First Grade Great Honored Warrior would be instantly crushed to the ground by him, unable to move.    

"Little Son Yang Fan, face your death!"    

The Archduke of Silver Moon's voice was cold and emotionless, like the high and mighty God of Fate who had sentenced Yang Fann to death.    

"Puchi! . . . . . . \"    

An extremely dazzling blade light cut through the Void. Its speed was so fast that it directly surpassed the thoughts of a Nine Heavens Great Tao Sovereign. Among the people present, only Great Honored Warrior Greater Strength and Great Honored Warrior Qi Xia could clearly see the trajectory of the saber light. Even the four Third Grade Great Venerables, Four Titans, could barely see the trajectory of the saber light.    

It was as if they had just reacted when the saber had already pierced through their divine bodies and severely wounded or even wiped out their Souls.    

"Hiss. . . As expected of the Archduke of Silver Moon. What a terrifying saber. It can't be blocked. It can't be blocked at all!"    

"I'm dead! This Little Son Yang Fan is probably dead!"    

. . .    

In a split second.    

The Cold Shine in Yang Fann's eyes flashed and revealed a mocking expression, "Insignificant skill, break it for me!"    

"Bang!"    

With a casual slap, it was like a mortal slapping away a housefly that was in the way.    

However, a terrifying scene took place.    

"Pcht! Pcht! Pcht! Pcht! Pcht! Pcht! Pcht! Pcht! Pcht! Pcht! . . . . . . \"    

The saber strike that could heavily injure or even kill a Third Order Great Venerable was instantly shattered into powder by that single palm strike.    

. . .    

. . . "Ah! . . . No, how could this be possible? . . . "    

The Archduke of Silver Moon widened his eyes in disbelief. He did not have the slightest intention of holding back with this slash. He wanted to kill the bastard Yang Fann in one fell swoop.    

Not to mention that Yang Fann was only a Third Grade Great Honored Warrior. Even if this bastard had concealed his true strength and was a Fourth Grade Great Venerable like him, it was absolutely impossible for him to block his killing blow so easily.    

A rank five Martial Monarch was a mighty force that only a rank five Martial Monarch could possess.    

However, was this possible?    

Know yourself, know your enemy, and you will win a hundred battles. After living for so long, The Archduke of Silver Moon was not a reckless person. He would never underestimate any opponent.    

In this era, other than inviting Great Honored Warrior Greater Strength and the others to kill Yang Fann, this monster, they had also invited Great Honored Warrior Greater Strength and the others to kill Yang Fann in one fell swoop. He was also trying his best to gather any news about Yang Fann.    

He clearly knew that Yang Fann only had the combat strength of a Nine Heavens Great Tao Sovereign 400 billion years ago. In order to save his life, he had to use the Forbidden Divine Ability in order to save his grandson's life.    

In just a few hundred billion Era, no matter how extraordinary Little Son Yang Fan's talent was, it would be a miracle for him to have the combat strength of a Third Grade Great Venerable after obtaining the inheritance of the Great Dao King.    

The combat strength of a Fourth Grade Great Venerable. . . It was totally an extravagant hope, let alone a Fifth Grade Great Venerable.    

There was no hope at all.    

It was a short 400-billion aeons, not 4000 Yanji aeons.    

If it were them, they would be lucky to be able to make a slight progress in their cultivation.    

. . .    

It's impolite not to reciprocate! Old man Silvermoon, take one of my attacks as well. "    

A ferocious expression flashed across Yang Fann's face as he took a step forward.    

"* Hong Long. . . . . . *"    

His body grew infinitely. The Awe-inspiring Power, which was hundreds of billions of times more terrifying than the Fourth Grade archduke's, radiated out with Yang Fann as the center. It was like a poem from an ancient legend, a myth. It instantly took away all of the archduke's mind, causing him to let out a hysterical wail.    

"Ah. . . This power. . . Sixth. . . Rank Six grand monarch. You're a Rank Six Great Venerable. No! This is impossible! Impossible! . . . "    

Even the Archduke of Silver Moon could not accept the fact that he was a rank 5 grand monarch. Not to mention a Rank Six Great Venerable.    

It was fake! This must be fake!    

"Little Son Yang Fan, this is just an illusion, break it for me!"    

Boom! . . . "    

As he roared, The Archduke of Silver Moon slashed out with his saber. This slash could be said to be the pinnacle of the Archduke of Silver Moon's saber, and it had gathered all of his power.    

It had even been augmented with the power of the Forbidden Divine Ability. Its power was so terrifying that it had already vaguely stepped into the threshold of being a Fifth Grade Great Honored Warrior. Even a Fifth Grade Great Honored Warrior would not dare to underestimate it in the slightest.    

"You still dare to put up a stubborn resistance, break it for me!"    

"Bang. . . "    

Yang Fann moved his right arm and covered his head with his palm.    

It was as if Devil God had destroyed the world, destroyed the ages, and destroyed the primordial.    

"Puchi! . . . "    

In less than a ten-thousandth of an instant, the blade that had gathered all the power of the Archduke of Silver Moon shattered completely.    

. . .    

Ah! . . . No. Really. . . It's true! You're really a Rank Six Great Venerable! No, stop! Yang Fann, stop it! I am the Grand Duke of Tu Yi Kingdom! Yang Fann, if you dare to hurt me, the great Tu Yi King will never let you go!"    

. . .