Invincible Bloodline

The two hundred and forty provinces of the Central Sanctuary were now under Yang Fann's control. Actually, half a year ago, after all the major families surrendered, the entire Central Sanctuary had become Yang Fann's territory. Putting aside the numerous Yang Fanns that Yang Fann had given the Nether Palace, That's what you submit to. The major families of Yang Fann were not something those third-rate and second-rate powers could fight against.    

After unifying the Central Sanctuary, the number of forces under Yang Fann's command had increased by more than ten times.    

Among them, there were ninety-two Half-Step Saint King warriors. Unfortunately, these Half-Step Saint King warriors were all low level Half-Step Saint King warriors. None of them had reached the Middle-level Half-step Saint King realm, and most of them were below the four Half-Step Saint King warriors. The strongest one among them was only at the same level as Garfield, who had reached eight Half-step Saint King Stage warriors.    

Compared to the top ten superpowers, these Half-Step Saint King were obviously weaker.    

Whether it was their cultivation base or foundation, they were all weaker.    

Of course, what delighted Yang Fann the most was the harvest of the Primordial Purple Clouds. As for the major powers of Central Sanctuary. . . Yang Fann didn't ask for too much from the other Heavenly and Earthly Treasures. He only asked them to pay three layers of Holy Crystal as tribute. However, the Primordial Purple Clouds was a mandatory rule that all the major powers had to hand it over unconditionally. No matter which race or power dared to keep it for themselves, there would only be one outcome. That was to be demoted to the lowest level of the Slave Clan.    

After demoting a few second-rate and first-class races to the Slave Clan, no other race dared to hide their Primordial Purple Cloudss anymore.    

After all, to the natives of Origin Continent, Primordial Purple Cloudss were far less valuable than the Half Saints of Tiannan Realm River.    

After plundering all the Central Sanctuarys of the thousands of races in the Central Sanctuary, Yang Fann had almost doubled the number of Primordial Purple Cloudss in his hands, reaching 3. 5 million. It was truly terrifying.    

This was also the reason why many of the top grade families were able to bring their entire families away from the Secret Realm. Not all of them were willing to submit to Yang Fann. In the end, there were 36 top grade families that had left the Origin Continent, and more than 100 of them were below the first grade.    

Even if there weren't a million Primordial Purple Cloudss that were taken away, there would still be a total of 800,000 Primordial Purple Cloudss.    

On the contrary, the second and third grade families weren't willing to leave the Origin Continent.    

In any case, they were born from the various first-rate clans. To them, it was just a change of master. There was no difference.    

There were even some second-rate and third-rate races who felt somewhat fortunate. Apart from asking them to hand over the Primordial Purple Clouds, Yang Fann also asked them to collect three layers of tribute. This was already very understanding of them. Before this, many second-rate and third-rate races would pay tribute to the fifth level, or even the sixth or seventh level every year.    

. . .    

Cloudy Cloud State, Abyssal Mountain, and the Divine Palace on top of the mountain.    

Yang Fann sat cross-legged with a solemn expression. His aura was steadily rising. The Four Directions Space was extremely distorted, as if it could be destroyed at any time.    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

Waves of pure Strength of Original Life kept rushing into Yang Fann's body through the Devouring Black Hole, strengthening his Body.    

A year had passed. More than half of the two hundred and seventy-six Half-Step Saint King warriors had been refined by Yang Fann, leaving only sixteen of them, eight of them, and nine Nine Taos Half-step Saint King.    

After absorbing the two hundred and fifty-one Half-Step Saint King warriors, not only had Yang Fann's power of the shell improved a lot, more importantly, he had also improved his Tao of Law.    

At this moment, the Saint King Law that Yang Fann was controlling had already reached a very high level. Of the thirty-eight Saint King Law, twelve of them had reached the Small Success Stage. The Saint King Law in Three Paths had also advanced to the Great Perfection realm.    

Furthermore, Yang Fann had successfully comprehended another five Laws, and the total number of Laws had reached 80.    

His combat strength had more than doubled, twice as much. Even Yang Fann, who had thirty Half-Step Saint King Law, was confident that he could fight him, and even had a high chance of winning.    

The heaven devouring technique was heaven defying. It was completely beyond the imagination of the world.    

One must know which twenty Nine Taos Half-step Saint King wanted to break through to the thirty Half-Step Saint King. The amount of time it would take to break through to the thirty Half-Step Saint King was either one billion years, or ten billion years without any progress.    

In just a short year, there was such a huge breakthrough. It was simply cheating.    

. . .    

Soon, another year passed.    

The remaining sixteen Half-Step Saint King and nine Nine Taos Half-step Saint King were all devoured and refined by Yang Fann. Out of the thirty-two Middle-level Half-step Saint King, only Lord of the Nine Empyreans, King Of Devil God, and the other ten great Master Of Power were left.    

Originally, with Master Of The Nether's mere cultivation base of 13 Half-Step Saint King, he wasn't qualified to stay until now. However, he was still a super Master Of Power, giving him a dignified way to die.    

After devouring twenty-five of them, Nine Taos Half-step Saint King and twenty-two Middle-level Half-step Saint King, Yang Fann's cultivation base had a qualitative breakthrough, and the number of Laws he could control had reached the maximum. Putting aside 83, 56 of them had all broken through to the Saint King Law realm.    

Just by controlling 83 Holy Sovereign and Saint King Law, Yang Fann was confident that he could fight a Low Rank Top-Level Half-Step Saint King.    

Yang Fann's Law of Water was a bit weak, and not even a single Saint King Law had broken through to the Great Perfection Stage. However, he couldn't withstand the amount of Law, and the change in quantity had caused a qualitative change.    

After a year of rest and reorganization, the army under Yang Fann's command once again bared their fangs and gathered a hundred billion men army. Under the lead of 92 Half-Step Saint King warriors, the army split into 92 armies and charged towards the large domains adjacent to the Central Sanctuary.    

A hundred billion men army was indeed a little lacking. Basically, a slightly larger domain would be able to pull out tens of thousands of soldiers, but the quality of the army was definitely not something that a random mob could compare with.    

This army of one hundred billion was the essence of the Central Sanctuary, and the weakest of them was a Divine Lord. The captain of the ten-man squad was a half-step Divine Lord, and the captain of the hundred-man squad was a Perfection Semi-saint warrior. The captain of the ten-thousand men squad was at least a Ninth Rank Perfection Semi-saint warrior, and many of them were pseudo-Divine Lords who controlled the Holy Sovereign Law. There were nearly five thousand Top-Level Pseudo-saint warriors, and there were more than three hundred pseudo-Divine Lords among the thirty-six of them.    

Moreover, each of the commanders of the army had a few Yang Fanns made by Yang Fann. Although there were many Half-Step Saint King warriors in the Zhongzhou, and some of them were even at the Middle-level Half-step Saint King realm, they were all useless in front of the Yang Fanns given by Yang Fann.    

Eighteen Power of Half-step Saint King, even in the Central Sanctuary, only Lord of the Nine Empyreans, who was once the strongest man, could handle them without using his forces. As for the others, even King Of Devil God, they were much weaker than him.    

As for the Middle-level Half-step Saint King from the other major domains, he only had ten or eleven Half-step Saint King Stage. Even with the help of his clan's resources, he could still unleash the full potential of thirteen or fourteen Half-Step Saint King warriors.    

. . .    

In just a year, sixteen out of the two hundred and eighty major domains in the central region had fallen.    

A huge amount of resources had been plundered and transported back to the Central Sanctuary. Among them, the Primordial Purple Clouds that Yang Fann valued the most was two hundred thousand.    

It had to be said that the central continent was incomparable to the western region. Even the other large regions were far richer than the western regions.    

While the ninety-two armies were crazily attacking, the western army under Yang Fann's command wasn't idle either. As Yang Fann's strength continued to break through, the strength of his thirty-two clones also rose. They could easily suppress an eighteen Power of Half-step Saint King. Even if it was an ordinary Half-Step Saint King, they would still be able to fight him.    

Their opponents were far from being as powerful as those in the large domains near Central Sanctuary. Not to mention Half-Step Saint King warriors, even thirty-six False Holy Capital warriors wouldn't be able to find many of them.    

Every clone had taken down a large domain within a year.    

Adding the ninety-eight major domains that Yang Fann had taken down in the past ten years and the two hundred and forty major domains in the western region, three hundred and eighty-seven major domains in Origin Continent had fallen into Yang Fann's hands. If nothing unexpected happened, it wouldn't take long for the entire Origin Continent to fall into Yang Fann's hands and end the chaotic situation in Origin Continent.    

. . .    

Cloudy Cloud Province, Abyssal Mountain, and Divine Palace at the top of the mountain.    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

The eighty-six energy grid line chains were like eighty-six heavenly rivers, piercing through the heavens and earth. They shone brightly around Yang Fann's body, making him look incomparably holy and divine. He was a deity that descended from the heavens, making people prostrate on the ground and kowtow to him.    

However, there was one energy grid line heavenly river among the eighty-six energy grid line heavenly rivers. It was obviously much dimmer than the other energy grid line heavenly rivers. Similarly, it was also much smaller.    

If the other 85 Heavenly River Laws were like a great river, This river was like a river.    

"Ah, Yang Fann, you beast! I curse you! I curse you to die a horrible death. . . "    

The sound of an extremely powerful curse from the Enmity was heard. With a 'puchi' sound, Lord of the Nine Empyreans was completely destroyed and turned into a Flying Ash.    

At this point, all three hundred and eight Half-Step Saint King warriors from the top ten superpowers of Central Sanctuary had turned into ashes.    

"Rumble ~ ~"    

Almost at the same time, the only dim Law of the Heavenly River suddenly burst out with dazzling light of Law, and began to expand crazily.    

. . .