Invincible Bloodline

Nanyun Ancestor's face was filled with anxiety and regret. He thought that Yang Fann was the sheep that they could torture as they pleased, but he never thought that Yang Fann was actually a man-eating beast, and it was the wild beast that came from the ancient wilderness.    

Helpless, Nanyun Ancestor could only use the name of the empire to intimidate Yang Fann and win the Nanyun Clan a chance to live.    

The Yan Yun Empire was not considered a powerful country in the huge Zhen Yang Chaos Domain. It could not even be ranked in the top ten thousand.    

However, it was still a rank 5 empire after all. It had the power to fight against a high level Chaos God. It was likely that Fan Yang, this "Low-level Chaos God," would still be wary of it.    

As one of the 108 noble families of the Yan Yun Empire, the Southern Cloud Family was not one of those Viscounts or Barons.    

Once something bad happened, the Empire would not let it go.    

If they could not even care about the life and death of a great noble like the Marquis of the Empire, The Yan Yun Empire would definitely be disloyal. No, no one else would be willing to pledge loyalty to Yanyun's royal family!    

. . .    

"Are you using the Yan Yun Empire to pressure me?"    

Yang Fann raised his eyebrows and a playful smile appeared on his face.    

"No. . . Master, I did not mean that. But it's better to get rid of enemies than to get married. . . . It was indeed mine just now. No, I can't just compensate you here. I hope that Sir will be magnanimous and forgive our Nanyun Clan this time. . . . " Nanyun Ancestor said hurriedly. It was better not to alert the empire's royal family.    

It was also not easy to ask the imperial family for help. If they were not careful, they would have to spit out the Origin Stones that they had just obtained.    

If a Chaos God suddenly came looking for trouble with their Nanyun Clan, how could the royal family not investigate?    

Although the secret that the Nanyun Clan had done had killed almost all the people who knew about it, Nanyun Ancestor didn't dare to underestimate the strength of Yanyun's royal family. Perhaps, he could find some clues from it.    

Not to mention. . . If he took the opportunity to tell the truth,    

How could the Nanyun Clan still have a share of the Origin Stone?    

If the Origin Stone was only worth tens of thousands of Origin Stones, considering the achievements of the Nanyun Clan in the past, Yanyun's royal family wouldn't care about it. However, the Origin Stone in their hands was as big as an egg. It was enough for the royal family to have a new Middle-level Chaos God.    

If the royal family really knew the truth of the matter, even if it would cause the public to criticize them, the royal family wouldn't hesitate to do so.    

In the Yan Yun Empire, the high grade Chaos God was a legend. The Middle-level Chaos God was almost equivalent to the expert. Even in the royal family, the number of Middle-level Chaos God did not exceed two hands, and on the surface, there were only four of them.    

They were the first generation Great Sovereign of the Yan Yun Empire, Yanyun. His son was also the second generation Great Sovereign of the Yan Yun Empire, Great Sovereign Yan Chu. He was the chief worshipper of the Hall of Worship, High God Tian Lin, the general of the empire, and also the uncle of the current Great Sovereign, King Yong Yan Xiao.    

Each additional Middle-level Chaos God was enough to increase the strength of the royal family by a notch.    

Especially now that the situation was in turmoil, the eight kings seemed to have the intention of joining forces.    

The imperial family would never miss this opportunity to increase their strength.    

However, before Nanyun Ancestor could finish his words, he was interrupted by Yang Fann. He said, "Apologize. If compensation wasn't useful, there wouldn't be so many dead people in the world. I would like to see what abilities your Yan Yun Empire has. If you can make me compromise, I'll give you the time it takes an incense stick to burn. What means do you have? External help? Use them all. . . "    

As he spoke.    

"Whoosh. . . "    

A stream of light flashed past. There was an extra incense stick in front of Yang Fann. It was too easy for him to kill them all. He wanted them to know what despair was.    

Repaying kindness with ingratitude. He even wanted to detain Yang Fann. It had to be said that the Nanyun Clan had no choice but to detain him. They were really bold.    

"Sir, our Nanyun Clan doesn't have much enmity with you. Why do you need to do this?" Nanyun Ancestor continued to persuade him. He gritted his teeth and said, "In this case, Sir, you can only let bygones be bygones. My Nanyun Clan is willing to give you a thousand units of Origin of Chaoss. . . . "    

"A thousand units of Origin of Chaoss to get rid of beggars?"    

A hint of ridicule climbed onto Yang Fann's face. Did he think that he did not see that Origin Stone?    

A few mere God Restriction mystic techniques were completely useless in front of his eyes.    

A thousand units of Origin of Chaos was less than a ten-thousandth of the Origin Stone. To think that this old thing would say such a thing.    

"Sir, ten thousand, my Nanyun Clan is willing to give you ten thousand units of Origin of Chaos. . . "    

Clenching his teeth, Nanyun Ancestor increased the price by nine times.    

"Nanyun Ancestor, this incense stick has already burned one fifth of its worth. If you don't ask for help, don't blame me for not giving you a chance. "    

"One hundred thousand units of Origin of Chaos. As long as Sir stops here, my Nanyun Clan is willing to offer you one hundred thousand units of Origin of Chaos. . . . "    

Yang Fann just quietly looked at the incense in front of him, he was too lazy to continue paying attention to this old thing.    

" 300,000 units of Origin of Chaos. Sir, this is the limit of what we can take out. That Origin Stone is only worth that much Origin of Chaos. . . . "    

"Limit? And now you're trying to play tricks on me? Very good. "    

A Cold Shine flashed in Yang Fann's eyes. If this Nanyun Ancestor could hand over that Origin Stone, he would consider it as his sincere regret. He could only kill the higher ups of these families. The other Universe Gods and below were too lazy to bother with them. They could still leave a part of the inheritance for the Nanyun Clan, but now, all the people of the Nanyun Clan had to die, not a single one of them would be left alive.    

"Three hundred thousand units of Origin of Chaos isn't enough. Why is this Fan Yang's appetite so big? Isn't he afraid of dying from overeating?"    

Nanyun Ancestor's heart sank. Three hundred thousand units of Origin of Chaos, even many high grade and top grade Chaos Gods might not have this much Origin of Chaos.    

However, this Fan Yang still looked like he was unwilling to give up. It was obvious that he still felt that the price he offered was too low.    

. . .    

"Hmph! Since that's the case, then stay here for me. "    

A bright light flashed across Nanyun Ancestor's eyes. He steeled his heart and stopped bidding.    

Fan Yang was like a hungry wolf that couldn't be fed. Even if he offered a million units of Origin of Chaos, he would still want two million and three million units of Origin of Chaos. In the end, the Southern Cloud Family would be completely drained.    

In the next second. . . . . .    

"Weng. . . Weng. . . Hum. . . . . . . . . "    

The light from the Three Paths flashed past Nanyun Ancestor's sleeve and quickly disappeared into the hall.    

. . .    

Yang Fann seemed not to have seen Nanyun Ancestor's movements. He poured himself a cup of wine and drank it himself. He was not satisfied at all and did not feel like a big battle was about to happen.    

It was just a mere Fifth Grade Empire. How could there be any expert that could endanger him?    

Even in a Tenth Grade Empire, he, Yang Fann, was invincible.    

. . .    

"Fan Yang brat, I'll let you be proud for a few minutes. You will die soon. "Nanyun Ancestor glared at Yang Fann. If his eyes could kill Yang Fann, Yang Fann would have been torn into pieces and turned into ashes.    

. . .    

In the blink of an eye, the incense stick was about to burn out. There was at most one minute left.    

Right at this moment. . . . . .    

Rumble. . . "    

The Void twisted, and the three of them appeared within the hall.    

One of them was around forty years old. He wore a golden dragon robe and had handsome facial features. He was surrounded by numerous Dragon Qis, causing his bearing to be mighty and dignified as he descended upon the world.    

It was as if with just a glance, one would be unable to resist kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to him!    

His entire body was filled with an unconcealable confidence. It was as if the world was so big that everything was under his control!    

Another person seemed to be in his early thirties, and his appearance was ordinary and ordinary. It seemed as if he would disappear without a trace as long as he was still within the crowd. However, the corners of his mouth carried a trace of a cynical and evil smile that drew the finishing touches of a dragon, and it caused his entire body to reveal an evil charm.    

Carrying a divine saber on his back, his killing intent was faintly visible. Once it was unsheathed, blood would flow like a river!    

The last person was a tall and graceful young man. He wore an ocean-blue robe, and his skin was white like snow. He possessed a graceful bearing, and he held a white paper fan in his hand as he lightly waved it without revealing the slightest trace of expert aura. He was called a cultivator, and he was more like a wanderer in the world of games.    

. . .    

"Yao Hua greets His Highness Cyan King, the Ancient Barbarian Worshipper, the Red Dust Worshipper. " Nanyun Ancestor brought a group of elders and old ancestors of Nanyun Clan to greet them and said, "My three lords, this is the man who declared that he wants to destroy our Nanyun Clan. Please help us seek justice. "    

. . .