Invincible Bloodline

Master Of The Nether Austin's eyes were filled with fear as he shouted at the Lights, "What kind of skill is hiding your head and tail? The Lord of the West - Yang Fann, do you dare to come out and meet me? "    

"Rumble. . . "    

A Dark Shine cut through the Void, and a Black-Clothed Youth stepped into the air. He looked to be in his twenties, and he was very young. His steps were very slow. He looked calm and relaxed, and his eyes were indifferent. It was as if nothing in the world could make him take it to heart.    

"You are the Master of the West, Yang Fann?" A trace of surprise flashed across Master Of The Nether Austin's eyes, although it was said that the Western Lord, Yang Fann, was very young. He was the number one monster in the history of the Tiannan Realm River, and he was less than ten thousand years old. His cultivation base had already surpassed many Half-Step Saint King warriors. He had thought that there was a mistake in the rumors. How could a mere human be so heaven defying? However, when he saw Yang Fann, he realized. . . The rumors weren't exaggerated at all. Instead, they were exaggerated. This wasn't just young, it was simply too young.    

Less than ten thousand years? This Yang Fann was not even two thousand years old! Alright!    

His Netherworld divine eye was one of the Ten Great Divine Eyes of Origin Continent, there was no way he could be mistaken.    

Monster, what a monster.    

"It's me. " Yang Fann looked down at Master Of The Nether Austin coldly and said.    

"Phew. . . "    

Taking a deep breath, Master Of The Nether Austin suppressed the shock in his heart and said in a deep voice, "Yang Fann, the matter of the Lan Mei Family was my Nether Palace's fault first. But now, Garfield has become your man. How about this matter ends here? "    

After thinking for a while, Master Of The Nether decided to give in. He had no confidence in Yang Fann's strength. He could make the overbearing Nine Empyreans Divine Hall and Devil God Palace give in. Yang Fann's strength might have already surpassed his, a thirteen Half-Step Saint King, even if this was the Abyssal Mountain. With the help of the terrain, he was able to exert his combat strength that was beyond his cultivation base. However, he was still not confident that he could keep Yang Fann alive.    

Once Yang Fann escaped, he would not be able to sleep well in the future.    

Having such a Heaven-defying Combat Power before the age of two thousand, he was afraid that it would not take more than a few hundred years for him to completely crush the Nether Palace.    

"That's it? Hehe. . . It's true that you want to get it, but unfortunately, I don't like to leave behind any hidden dangers. Since your Nether Palace dares to interfere in my matters, you have to pay the price. Since you are still quite interesting, I will give you a chance. Your Nether Palace will surrender to me unconditionally for my command. I'll let this matter go just like that. " Yang Fann gave Master Of The Nether Austin a sarcastic look. He had offended this Yang man. How could there be such a cheap thing?    

Furthermore, the inheritance of Nether Palace had been passed down for hundreds of billions of years, and there were countless treasures in it. Yang Fann would never give up on it.    

Just the Blue Mei Clan alone had allowed Yang Fann to plunder over ten thousand Primordial Purple Cloudss. There were countless other saint artifacts and Holy Crystals, let alone the Nether Palace, which was more than ten times stronger than the Blue Mei Clan. Even if there weren't three hundred thousand Primordial Purple Cloudss in the pagoda, half of it would still be enough.    

"Yang Fann, don't go too far. My Nether Palace isn't someone to be trifled with. " A flash of Cold Shine flashed across Master Of The Nether Austin's eyes, but in the end, he forcefully suppressed it and said, "Yang Fann, I'm willing to compensate you with ten thousand Primordial Purple Cloudss. How about we let this matter go?"    

For an otherworldly evil spirit like Yang Fann, its favorite treasure was that Primordial Purple Clouds.    

"Ten thousand Primordial Purple Cloudss, are you trying to get rid of beggars?" A hint of sarcasm flashed across Yang Fann's eyes. This was really petty. Even the Blue Mei Clan had more than this amount of Primordial Purple Cloudss.    

"Huff ~ ~ Fifty thousand Primordial Purple Cloudss, Yang Fann, my Nether Palace really has no intention of becoming your enemy. " Master Of The Nether Austin gritted his teeth. This was almost half of the Primordial Purple Clouds that his Nether Palace had kept in their collection. These super powers were different from the Lan Mei Family and other first-rate powers. They were afraid of the powers of the various The Supreme Palaces in the Tiannan Realm River, so they didn't dare to expand their power to the Tiannan Realm River.    

Even the major families with Half-Step Saint King as their leader were very cautious. They didn't dare to let the expert in their family become a saint on a large scale.    

Ordinary top families would only be able to do so on a large scale. Each of them was the pillar of the family. Patron Saint wouldn't dare to leave the Origin Continent and enter the Tiannan Realm River. Without a Half-Step Saint King guarding the place, those Top-level Holy Sovereign warriors alone would be enough. In the face of those top powers in the Tiannan Realm River, who had Half-Step Saint King guarding the place, they were obviously at a disadvantage.    

The residents of the Origin Continent hated outsiders. They treated them like evil spirits from the outer world, or even sky devils. Once they found any living beings in the outside world, they would immediately kill them and send a large number of experts to hunt them down. On the other hand, the major holy palaces of the Tiannan Realm River. . . It was the same for them.    

From time to time, they would wipe out Holy Sovereign who came from the Origin Continent. There were only so many resources in the Tiannan Realm River. If these natives of the Origin Continent were to share some of them, they would have to share less of the resources.    

Without sufficient resources, how could they talk about developing their forces and improving their cultivation base?    

Resources were always the first priority in the World Of Cultivators.    

Without resources, No matter how talented he was, his achievements were limited.    

On average, in a few hundred years, a saint from Origin Continent would fall.    

The frequency did not seem to be high. However, that was a saint. The Tiannan Realm River had traveled for countless light years, and there were nearly a million of them in the great world. There were more than a trillion lives. However, including the local Saints of the Tiannan Realm River, the number of Saints in the Tiannan Realm River might not even exceed a hundred million.    

In other words, there were a large number of Half-Step Saint King in the ten super powers. They could let the expert absorb the Primordial Purple Clouds from time to time, allowing them to attain the Dao and become a Saint.    

Because of this, the amount of Nether Palaces stored in the Nether Palace was not as much as Yang Fann had imagined. There were only about a hundred thousand of them.    

Fifty thousand Primordial Purple Cloudss was almost the limit that Master Of The Nether could take out. The Nether Palace of Tiannan Realm River also needed them to provide some fresh blood from time to time.    

"Fifty thousand Primordial Purple Cloudss? Not enough! Hand over all the Primordial Purple Cloudss, and then you, Master Of The Nether, will be my slave for another hundred million years. I won't make things difficult for your Nether Palace. "    

"Little Son Yang Fan, you are going too far. " A fierce light flashed in Master Of The Nether Austin's eyes. He had finally seen through the situation. This Little Son Yang Fan had no intention of letting the Nether Palace go. Although this condition seemed to have taken a step back, it was no different from before.    

Little Son Yang Fan could really say that he would make him his slave for a hundred million years.    

Did he really think that the Nether Palace was a lamb waiting to be slaughtered? Would he be able to slaughter them as he pleased?    

"Little Son Yang Fan, you will pay the price for what you just said. " Master Of The Nether Austin's voice was extremely cold, it sent chills down everyone's spine, "Netherworld Great Formation, Six Paths Reincarnations!"    

"Rumble ~ ~ ~"    

The sky shook, and six mysterious black holes appeared in the sky above Master Of The Nether Austin. Boundless Netherworld Qi erupted from within, enveloping Master Of The Nether Austin's entire body.    

In an instant, Master Of The Nether Austin's Qi rose at a terrifying speed, and doubled in size.    

At this moment, he was like the master of reincarnation who controlled the Six Paths of Reincarnation, controlling the samsara of life and death of trillions of living beings.    

"Little Son Yang Fan, accept your death, Six Paths Reincarnation Fist!"    

"Rumble. . . "    

The Dao of Asura, the Dao of Man, the Heavenly Dao, the Dao of Hell, the Dao of Hungry Ghost, the Dao of Beasts, the power of Six Paths of Reincarnation all of a sudden poured onto his right fist.    

This fist was like the suppression of the entire Samsara world, and the strength contained within it was extremely terrifying.    

Even the fifteen Half-Step Saint King would be severely injured by this punch, and might even explode.    

. . .    

"Master, be careful. . . " Garfield's facial expression changed instantly. The Netherworld Great Formation was their Nether Palace's Palace Guarding Divine Formation. It simulated the legendary Six Paths of Reincarnation. Under the enhancement of the Netherworld Great Formation, Master Of The Nether Austin's strength had increased by more than ten times, a hundred times. Although Yang Fann's strength was heaven defying, he was not sure if he could withstand Master Of The Nether Austin's current strength.    

It wasn't because he was really worried about Yang Fann's life or death. It was because his life and death had long been linked with Yang Fann's. Once Yang Fann fell. . . He would also destroy the Holy Soul.    

. . .    

"Six Paths of Reincarnation? Watch how I destroy your Samsara world. "    

Yang Fann smiled disdainfully, not to mention simulating the power of Six Paths of Reincarnation. Even if it was really the Six Paths of Reincarnation, he wouldn't fear it.    

"Rumble. . . "    

His right arm moved, and a fist punched out, clashing head on.    

"Bang. . . "    

A terrifying tide of energy seemed to be on the verge of exploding everything.    

"Ah, not good. . . " Garfield and the white-clothed Half-Step Saint King from the Nether Palace's expression changed. They hastily cast the Ethereal Opening Technique and fled far away.    

The energy wave was extremely terrifying. Even the two of them, the eight Half-Step Saint King, couldn't withstand it.    

It seemed like if they were a second slower, they would be completely destroyed and turned into powder.    

In less than a breath's time.    

"Ah, how is this possible. . . " Master Of The Nether Austin let out a roar of disbelief, and he kept coughing out blood from the corner of his mouth.    

Wherever Yang Fann's fist passed, not only did it destroy his Six Paths Reincarnation, it also destroyed the Nether Palace's grand formation - the Netherworld Great Formation.    

That was a peerless divine formation set up by the first generation of Nether Palace, Master Of The Nether. Not even seventeen Half-Step Saint King warriors could destroy the grand formation with a single strike.    

"Dammit! Could it be that Little Son Yang Fan's strength has exceeded seventeen Half-Step Saint King warriors?"    

. . . . . . . .    

"He. . . He exploded. The Netherworld Great Formation was destroyed just like that. . . . Pervert. . . Pervert! "Garfield was also stunned as he looked at the broken Abyssal Mountain in disbelief.    

But very quickly, a trace of excitement surged up in Garfield's heart. Currently, his life was completely tied to Yang Fann's.    

The stronger Yang Fann was, the safer he would be as a slave in the future.    

. . .    

In the void.    

Yang Fann looked down at Master Of The Nether Austin from above. "Ao Siding, let me ask you one last question. Do you Nether Palace want to surrender or not?"    

"Little Son Yang Fan, if you want me to surrender, you have a hundred thousand years before that. . . " Master Of The Nether Austin glared at Yang Fann fiercely, like an enraged beast. A trace of madness flashed across his eyes, "Today, the one who will die will only be you. . . "    

"Hmm?" Garfield seemed to have thought of something and his expression suddenly changed, "Not good, he is going to. . . Master, quickly, kill Ao Siding. . . "    

. . .