Invincible Bloodline

On the top floor of the Divine Dragon Tower, in a mysterious space.    

For the first time, the Divine Dragon Tower and Artifact Spirit began to grumble about their master, the Nine-Colored Dragon God. A Half-step Saint King Stage could successfully control 430 Laws. His potential was so deep that it far surpassed his master's. As long as he did not fall in the future, surpassing a True God and attaining the Dao Domain Divine was something that he was almost certain of.    

He was definitely the best successor to his master's legacy. Now that he was doing well, he would do it. Because of the rules set by his master, everything became impossible.    

It was impossible for a Half-Step Saint King to challenge a Top-Level Heavenly Sovereign.    

What's more, he had passed twelve stages in a row, and had finally defeated 2048 Top-Level Heavenly Sovereign warriors.    

Master! Master! This time, not only did you screw yourself over, you also screwed me over!    

I don't want to become a True God of the Realm God! Not a good True God. When placed on a divine artifact, these words were similarly applicable. A divine artifact that didn't want to become a Domain Divine Artifact was definitely not a good divine artifact.    

As a Top-level Divine Artifact, advancing to a Domain Divine Artifact was the greatest goal of his life.    

However, just as he saw hope, it was mercilessly snuffed out in the cradle.    

Was there anything more cruel than this in this world?    

It was just that the rules set by the Nine Colored Dragon God were not something he could change. Even if he was the Artifact Spirit of the Divine Dragon Tower, it was the same.    

. . .    

Under the endless starry sky.    

"Kill!"    

The Replicator let out a stern shout. Killing intent flashed on its body, and it tore open the space around it. Then, it turned its head and thrust its palm toward Yang Fann.    

"Rumble ~ ~"    

The Heaven-Sheltering Big Hand tore through the starry sky, crushing everything in its path.    

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"    

In all directions, a large expanse of the starry sky collapsed into dust. Countless stars were completely shattered.    

. . .    

Hmm? Something was not right. "A hint of surprise flashed across Artifact Spirit's eyes. The power of the Replicator's palm had far exceeded his expectations.    

Besides the Replicator's constitution, its Laws and supernatural powers should be the same as Yang Fann's. And how much magic power could a Half-Step Saint King have? Even if their physique was special and they had the ability to fight a low level Heavenly Venerate. . . This was his limit. According to his estimations. . . Even if the Replicator had the strength to fight a Top-Level Heavenly Sovereign, it would only be comparable to an ordinary Top-Level Heavenly Sovereign. But now, the power of this palm strike was terrifying. It wasn't much weaker than an ordinary First Order True God.    

Its strength had absolutely surpassed the strength of a Little World. It had almost reached the limit of the Replicator's strength.    

. . .    

At that moment.    

A bright light flashed in Yang Fann's eyes. He struck out with his palm as well, and with a powerful sweep, the Heaven-Sheltering Big Hand was instantly destroyed, along with the Replicator behind it.    

This kind of Replicator had the strength of a Rank One True God, but it didn't have any foundation that a Rank One True God should have. How could Yang Fann put it in his eyes?    

It was a pity that this Replicator was similar to the battle shadow of Cang Yue's True Pagoda. It was also formed from natural laws. After devouring and refining it, it wouldn't be able to increase Yang Fann's strength by even a little bit.    

Otherwise, these twelve difficulties would be another place where his strength would soar.    

There were a total of four thousand and ninety-five peak Top-Level Heavenly Sovereign. The energy was so vast that it was no less than devouring a few hundred First Order True Gods. It was much more than devouring them all. It was hard to say, but it was still a problem to increase the power of one to two hundred Little World.    

The power of the shell, breaking through the thousand Little World, was just around the corner.    

Unfortunately, the Nine Colored Dragon God didn't give him the chance at all.    

. . .    

"AH ~ ~ ~ It exploded. This. . . How is this possible? . . . How was this possible? "The Divine Dragon Tower and Artifact Spirit stood up from the throne with a look of disbelief on their faces. That was a Replicator whose strength was comparable to a Rank One True God. Even the weakest of them was a Rank One True God. That was a True God, not a True God.    

Moreover, he hadn't seen Yang Fann use the power of Laws just now. It was only the power of the shell.    

Was he still a human?    

Even the number one expert of Witch Clan, Top Level True God Golden Origin Sorceress, couldn't possibly possess such heaven-defying Body strength at the half-step Wu King realm.    

. . .    

In this short period of time, the Divine Dragon Tower and the Artifact Spirit were still in a daze.    

"Bang ~ ~ Bang ~"    

Yang Fann was like a hot knife cutting through butter, passing five stages in a row. Even if it was the fifth stage, the number of Replicators had already reached sixteen. He was strong enough to fight a low Rank Two True God, but he still couldn't block Yang Fann's palm.    

. . .    

Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

Countless Dark Shines tore through the Void, and 32 Replicators charged towards Yang Fann from all directions.    

Each Replicator was able to unleash the power of a Little World. With 32 Replicators working together, even some low Rank Two True Gods would be mercilessly surrounded and killed.    

At this moment, Yang Fann's eyes finally showed a trace of respect. The power of the Body had been raised to the fifth level. Each palm strike contained more than 100 energy of the Little World. Anyone who touched it would die instantly.    

After all, these Replicators weren't the real True God Sovereign. They didn't have the same terrifying life force as True God Sovereign.    

In just a breath's time, the 32 Replicator were destroyed by Yang Fann.    

. . .    

"This. . . This is already the sixth stage, then. . . That monster hasn't even used the power of laws yet, it's difficult. . . . Could it be that he can really pass the master's test?" The Divine Dragon Tower and Artifact Spirit's voice trembled. They were flabbergasted, but their eyes revealed traces of indescribable excitement.    

Passing the twelfth level was exactly what he was happy to see. He could only follow such a peerless demon! Only then would he have the chance to break through to the Domain Divine Artifact realm.    

Otherwise, if he followed those mediocre people, not to mention the Domain Divine Artifact, even the possibility of breaking through to the intermediate Top-level Divine Artifact would be very slim.    

"Junior, you better not disappoint me. "    

. . .    

Under the expectant gaze of the Divine Dragon Tower and Artifact Spirit, the seventh test arrived.    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

128 Replicators tore through the sky and charged towards Yang Fann.    

Almost at the same time, Yang Fann's Qi increased once again. The strength of the Body had risen to the 8th layer. With just a wave of his hand, he could easily destroy 64 Little Worlds with the strength of 300 Little World.    

. . .    

Ten breaths later.    

In the eighth stage of the test, Yang Fann finally stopped holding anything back. He activated all ten levels of the power of the shell, and the terrifying power of nearly nine hundred Little World swept across the entire area. He was like the invincible king of all gods, invincible and supreme.    

. . .    

On the top floor of the Divine Dragon Tower, in a mysterious space.    

"The. . . The ninth stage. What a fast speed! At this moment, the Artifact Spirit had a smile on his face. He was in a very good mood. This little monster hadn't even used its full strength yet, and it had already reached the twelfth level. If it didn't have the confidence to clear the twelfth level, it would at least reach the fifth or sixth level.    

"'But now, it's time for this little monster to use the power of Laws. ' This ninth level has a total of 256 Rank 1 Low Level True God. Even a peak third-level True God would be surrounded and killed by them.    

But very quickly, the Divine Dragon Tower and Artifact Spirit's voice suddenly changed. They couldn't help but curse, "F * ck! He. . . He actually still had something to hide. . . What kind of monster is this? . . .    

That terrifying aura was not any weaker than some Second Grade Middle Level True God, and it was one of the more powerful existences amongst the Second Grade Middle Level True God. However, this little monster still had the power of Laws that he hadn't used yet, so where was his true limit?    

A Rank 3 Middle Level True God, or a Fourth Grade Middle Level True God?    

What cultivation was he? A Half-Step Saint King? He was only a First Grade Half-Step Saint King.    

And that young age. . . What the f * ck, this was totally not giving anyone a chance to live.    

Compared to this little monster, What era's main character, son of destiny, they are all trash. This is the true love of the universe.    

He thought that the test of the Lord was already harsh enough, there was almost no one who could pass it. Sometimes, he even made malicious guesses. Whether or not his master didn't want to leave his inheritance to the geniuses of other races, people were selfish. Whether it was True God Sovereign or ordinary mortals, when they were dying, they would always think of their descendants.    

However, it seemed like it wasn't that the Lord was making things difficult for them, but that he was too narrow-minded and narrow-minded.    

My Lord, I was wrong. I shouldn't have complained about you. If it was any other High Level True God, they wouldn't have tested him. Even if they had to lower their heads and beg him, they would still accept him as their disciple.    

This monster, was the twelfth trial difficult? It was the thirteenth trial! And the fourteenth round wasn't difficult at all?    

For a Rank 3 Middle Level True God or even a Fourth Grade Middle Level True God, these people didn't have divine bodies, secret techniques, or secret techniques. A True God with only the power of the Little World was nothing.    

Not to mention a few thousand True Gods, even if there were tens of thousands of them, it wouldn't be enough for them to kill them.    

At most, it would just take a little more time.    

. . .    

Within the Void.    

Rumble. . . "    

The Replicators were easily destroyed by Yang Fann. Under the terrifying power of the three hundred thousand Little World, these True Divinities were like leek on the ground. They were like a bunch of chives that were being cut into pieces. When a palm struck down, there would be at least a dozen people, and at most, dozens of people would explode.    

. . .    

Fifteen minutes later.    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

More than two thousand Replicators charged in from all directions.    

This was the final stage. As long as Yang Fann could pass this stage, the entire Divine Dragon Tower, and even the entire Dragon Lair would become his.    

"Rumble. . . "    

420 light pillars of Law burst out from Yang Fann's body.    

At this moment, Yang Fann no longer held anything back. He unleashed all of his combat strength. There was nothing to hide anyway. The power of four hundred and twenty light pillars had been completely exposed from the very beginning.    

"Die!"    

Bang!"    

. . .