Invincible Bloodline

Under Yang Fann's repeated pressure, Fan An finally did not hold back anymore. He used his strongest trump card, the Third Calamity holy weapon - the Green Jade Halberd. With the halberd in hand, it was as if the ancient Warlord had come back to life. His combat strength was ten times, a hundred times stronger than before. He was chasing after the fake saint expert that had successfully controlled the Holy Sovereign Law.    

However, although Fan An was strong, Yang Fann was even more abnormal. The Five Elemental Laws and the Law of Devour were unleashed at the same time. His combat strength had surpassed the level of a fake Saint. He seemed to be on par with the real Saint Sovereign. In an instant, he broke Fan An's strongest attack and completely suppressed him.    

At this critical moment, Fan An chose to admit defeat.    

He had long given up on this battle. Now, even his strongest attack had been broken. You should have nothing more to say, right?    

You can't just let me burn my Forbidden Arts, burn my bloodline potential, and fight with my life on the line.    

. . .    

On the arena.    

A hint of disappointment flashed across Yang Fann's eyes. If this Fan An could resist to the end. . . He might be able to use this opportunity to devour and refine this Ninth Rank Perfection Semi-saint. Even for the current him, this was a rare nourishment. As long as he could devour and refine Fan An, it would be enough for him to become a semi-sage expert. It was not impossible for him to break through to the mid stage Semi-saint Stage.    

Unfortunately, this old fox didn't give him the chance.    

In the next moment. . .    

"Puchi. . . "    

The Five Elements World exploded and disappeared from the ring.    

After all, they were from the same sect and not the life-and-death battle. Since Fan An had already admitted defeat, it would not be good for him to continue killing all of them.    

"Your Highness, I admit defeat. "    

. . .    

Silence! The huge Spiritual Martial Force Battle Arena, including the Heterospatial Space.    

For a moment, the silence was terrifying, like a grave.    

After a while, there were whispers.    

"Defeated. . . Defeated, Fan An and Great Elemental Old Man. . . Just like that. "    

"He's not even a hundred years old, yet he already has the Supreme Force of the Saint, this. . . What kind of monster is this?"    

"He's the same generation as him. This is definitely the biggest tragedy of Heaven's Pride Evildoer's life. All the geniuses and ancient monsters are trash. "    

. . .    

However, very soon, the shock was replaced by wild laughter. "Hahaha. . . Good! Good! Good! This is the fortune of my Sacred Palace. With Yang Fann downloading the fortune of my human race, my Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts will definitely surpass the other powers and truly stand at the peak of Tiannan Realm River. "    

Although the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts was also a major power in the Tiannan Realm River, it could only be considered a first-rate power at most. There was still a big gap between them and a true top power.    

One should know that those top powers all had Top-level Holy Sovereign, or even Half-Step Saint King. It was not something that the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts could compare with. However, Yang Fann's appearance had given them the hope of dominating the entire Tiannan Realm River, or even the entire Aima Realm.    

. . .    

At the bottom corner of the arena.    

Yang Yunfeng And His Wife, Luo Jiahui, You Nuo, and the rest of Yang Fann's subordinates all raised their heads in pride. They were deeply afraid that others would not know that Yang Fann was their good son. (Cousin, Junior Brother, Mistress. . . )    

. . .    

On the arena.    

"Bang. "    

Fan An waved his hand and a figure appeared in front of Yang Fann.    

If it wasn't Fan Jie, who else could it be?    

"Evil creature, kneel down!" Disgust flashed across Fan An's eyes. He shouted coldly. He had no idea how many generations had passed since he was born. At this moment, Fan An was filled with extreme disgust. He felt like his heart was going to be cut into pieces. If it wasn't for this evil creature, why would the Fan Family provoke a monster like Yang Fann? Fan Yu, Fan Wen, and Fan Zhong wouldn't be seriously injured and dying, even though Yang Fann had already shown mercy. He didn't kill them, but he didn't have thousands or tens of thousands of years of recuperation. One should not think about being able to recover completely.    

It was even more impossible for the Fan Family to lose so much face. From today onwards, their Fan Family would become the laughingstock of countless disciples of the Sacred Palace.    

The people of the world would not care about how many Yang Fanns Yang Fann had. They would only say. . . The Fan Family could not even deal with a junior who was not even a hundred years old.    

In the next moment. . .    

Fan An's gaze turned, and he said to Yang Fann, "Your Highness, are you going to kill or cut this bastard? My Fan Family has no complaints. "    

"No. . . No, Old Ancestor, save me! Save me! . . . Fan Jie let out a hysterical wail. He really didn't want to become a cripple. "Please spare my life, Your Highness. I admit my mistake, I really know my mistake. " . . . "    

At this moment. . .    

" Rumble. . . "    

A small black hole collided with Fan Jie's abdomen. In the blink of an eye, it devoured all of Fan Jie's energy, including his Dantian. They had agreed that Fan Jie would be crippled today, and Yang Fann would never let him live until tomorrow.    

"Ah, no. . . "    

A heart-wrenching cry, as if he was mourning his parents' death, made Fan Jie fall to the ground. His eyes rolled back, and besides regret, there was also regret.    

If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have fought back. If he crippled his own cultivation base, with the foundation of Fan Family, it would only take him a few thousand years at most to recover from his cultivation. But now, he had the chance to do so. Although the Devouring Black Hole had disappeared, he could clearly feel that it had hidden itself and not truly disappeared from his body.    

As long as he started cultivating, the Devouring Black Hole would once again appear and devour his cultivation gains.    

Unless there was a expert that was willing to help him completely erase the hidden Devouring Black Hole.    

But was this possible? With Yang Fann's understanding of the Path Of Phagocytosis, even the old ancestor of Fan Family, Fan An, wouldn't be able to erase the Devouring Black Hole that was left behind, unless the high and mighty Saint Sovereign personally took action.    

However, was Saint Sovereign someone a cripple like him could meet just because he wanted to?    

Even if one day he was lucky enough to meet Saint Sovereign, would he be willing to help?    

Eliminating the Devouring Black Hole on his own accord was no different from becoming enemies with Yang Fann.    

It was over, it was completely over.    

Even if he wanted to retire in a small world, it would be extremely difficult.    

Yang Fann might not care, but the Fan Family had to consider Yang Fann's feelings.    

. . .    

They didn't even look at Fan Jie, who was screaming in despair. Poor people must have their own detestable qualities.    

Everyone had to pay the price for their actions.    

In the next moment. . .    

Yang Fann's figure moved and he left the arena.    

Very quickly, he disappeared from everyone's sight under the escort of Ku Yuan and the others.    

. . .    

Not long after Yang Fann and the others left, the big shots from all sides also left one after another.    

Next, the Great Sage Battle held in the Spiritual Martial Force Battlefield did not attract their attention.    

Even more than half of the ordinary audience had left.    

They had just eaten the abalone ginseng belly, so how could they still care about these vegetables and radishes?    

Along with the crowd's three matches, the matter of Yang Fann suppressing the Fan Family by himself had spread across the entire Divine Martial City and even the entire Lingwu Mountain Range at lightning speed. If Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord had not deliberately controlled it in the end, it would have spread throughout the entire Spiritual Martial Arts Continent.    

. . .    

Of course, all of this had nothing to do with Yang Fann.    

At this moment, Yang Fann did not have the leisure to care about these things.    

After that battle, Yang Fann's Sixth Young Master Palace was once again crowded with people.    

In fact, compared to the time he suppressed Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu 32 years ago, it was more than ten times more lively.    

Even some old monsters that had not been born for a long time had come to visit.    

These people only had one goal, and that was to become Yang Fann's disciple.    

Even if Yang Fann's conditions were so harsh, anyone who wanted to join him would have to offer up a strand of their natal Holy Soul. From then on, their life and death would be under Yang Fann's control, but it still couldn't stop the hearts of these people who wanted to punch him.    

He had almost the combat strength of Saint Sovereign even though he was not even a hundred years old. Such a monster was too terrifying. Its future was not something they could imagine. In the future, he would at least be a Saint King, or even surpass a Saint King and become an invincible existence in the legends. It was not impossible.    

Becoming a servant of such a peerless expert was not a disgrace. Instead, it might be the life of them for the rest of their lives.    

If they were to truly become Saints, he might not be able to take a liking to a Half-Saint or Perfection Semi-saint like them.    

. . .