C900 Capture Him
C900 Capture Him
A dozen years ago, a Peerless Evildoer appeared. After Yang Fann, there was a huge surge of energy. It even faintly surpassed the peak of Holy Ji Sect. He dominated 12 provinces in the north of Grand Shang Empire. Even the number one Holy Land Of Martial Arts didn't have a holy land. He didn't dare to compete with him.
In just a few years, the power of the Holy Ji Sect had increased by more than ten times. Supreme Sect Head, Yue Tianpeng, and a few old ancestors had all taken the last step and succeeded in becoming a quasi Sovereign. Especially the previous Sect Master, Shen Baiyi, who had accumulated a lot of experience and had successfully stepped into the realm of Mid Quasi-emperors and entered the ranks of the expert in Northern Bailiwick.
Even if it wasn't for Yang Fann, this abnormal monster, the Holy Ji Sect was still comparable to the few holy lands in the north.
However, on this day, the atmosphere in the huge Holy Spirit Mountain became extremely solemn. Endless panic spread across the entire Holy Spirit Mountain. Countless disciples of the Holy Ji Sect were filled with fear and despair.
The mountain protection formation of the Holy Ji Sect - the Sacred Dragon Sky Defending Formation had been fully activated. Dragon roars could be heard.
Around the main peak of the Extreme Saint Mountain Range - the Sacred Dragon Peak - were numerous flying boats.
There were more than ten thousand of them, and all of them were high grade flying ships of the Third Stage and above.
And above the many flying ships stood a large number of black-armored soldiers with powerful auras.
There were at least a few hundred of them, and at most a thousand. Not a single one of them had a cultivation base below the Middle Greade Emperor. Many of them had such powerful auras that they were far above Yue Tianpeng and the other quasi Emperors. Even Shen Baiyi, Mid Quasi-emperors, was inferior to him. Quasi Emperor. All of them were quasi Emperors. Moreover, most of them were high and above Quasi-Emperor experts.
Right at this moment. . .
"Rumble. . . "
Within that terrifying fleet, the only enormous flying boat that was tens of thousands of meters long shot out a brilliant golden light.
In the next moment. . .
A terrifying expert walked out from within that dazzling golden light.
It was wearing a golden dragon robe. It looked like it was only 35 or 36 years old, with a beautiful face and a handsome face. His long black hair was casually hanging around his waist, fluttering in the wind.
His eyes were deep, like a black hole, as if he was born with the ability to devour all light. As soon as he appeared, the world was filled with a peerless dignity and supremacy. His entire body was brimming with an invincible and powerful confidence.
In an instant, a loud and clear hymn burst out from his body. In all directions, streams of purple-golden Dragon Qis radiated out. It was beautiful and magnificent, with dense mists and golden dragons soaring in the sky. It seemed as if the Four Directions Space could be transformed into a Dragon Qi Kingdom at any time.
Within each Dragon Qi, one could vaguely see countless living beings praying and worshipping within each Dragon Qi.
He was like a supreme emperor that controlled all living beings. Every single action of his possessed an irresistible majesty.
This Golden-robed Man was none other than the King Wu of Grand Shang Empire who had severely wounded Yang Fann and forced him to use the True Puppet Talisman - Shang Haowu.
Along with the return of the old ancestor, Shang Yuanyang, and especially after obtaining the exact cultivation base of the old ancestor, Grand Shang Empire no longer had any patience. They chose to attack Yang Fann's friends and family, hoping to force Yang Fann out.
As for Shang Haowu, he was the person in charge of this operation. Not only that, but also. . . He had also brought over a thousand Quasi-Emperors, including Invincible Quasi Emperor, who had brought more than ten of them. Regarding this, the entire Holy Ji Sect. . . They didn't know whether to say that they were lucky or sad. One should know that this was the line-up. Not to mention the ordinary Holy Land Of Martial Arts from the Holy Ji Sect, even if he was the one who took down the most powerful Holy Land Of Martial Arts, * Hong Long. . . . . . *
"Yue Tianpeng, the heavenly army has arrived. Why aren't you surrendering yet? Don't tell me you want to rebel?" Shang Haowu's voice was like the voice of Devil God. It was boiling and spreading in all directions.
In order to force Yang Fann to show himself, this operation was mainly to capture him alive. Furthermore, the old ancestor, A Peerless Monster, was obviously planning to subdue Yang Fann. Perhaps he would have to rely on Yang Fann in the future. It would be better not to offend him completely if he could avoid offending Yang Fann.
If these people from the Holy Ji Sect could surrender obediently. . . That's for the best.
. . .
Holy Spirit Peak - Peak Zenith Temple.
Thousands of people were gathered in the hall. The weakest among them was Emperor, who had over a hundred Top-Level Emperor warriors, Lower Quasi-emperors and Mid Quasi-emperors. This was the current high-end combat strength of the Holy Ji Sect. At least in the Northern Bailiwick, only the number one holy land, the Zhen Wu Holy Place, could suppress them.
However, to the army of Grand Shang Empire, it wasn't much stronger than the ants on the ground. Not to mention Shang Haowu's Venerable Sovereign, just those Invincible Quasi Emperor alone could easily slaughter all of them.
At this moment, everyone, including Shen Baiyi, Mid Quasi-emperors and the ordinary Emperor, were like ants on a hot pan, in a constant state of anxiety.
"This is a disaster, a real disaster. "
"What should we do? What should we do?"
"Yang Fann, it's all Yang Fann's fault. If it wasn't for him, how could our Holy Ji Sect have provoked the Grand Shang Empire?"
"That's right, it's all Yang Fann's fault. "
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In an instant, many elders started to complain about Yang Fann. If it wasn't for the fact that he had provoked the Grand Shang Royal Family, they wouldn't have faced such a disaster. What was even more abominable was that after provoking such a huge trouble, they had hidden themselves and let the Sect take the blame for nothing.
"Shut up! You all still have a conscience to say such words. "
"Hmph! If it wasn't for Yang Fann, would you still have your current cultivation base?"
"Furthermore, this was because the royal clan of Shang Dynasty feared Yang Fann's talent and purposely plotted against him. "
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However, there were also many people who were grateful to Yang Fann for his kindness. Without Yang Fann, the Holy Ji Sect wouldn't have been able to achieve what they had today. Also, how could they break through several realms in just a dozen years?
"Enough! You still have the mood to argue when a great enemy is in front of you. " Shen Baiyi's expression turned cold as he berated, "Speak. What should we do next? Should we surrender or fight?
"Fight? What can we use to fight them?" One of the Lower Quasi-emperors muttered, "Shen Senior Brother, surrender. "
"That's right! Old Ancestor, surrender. "
"Fighting is nothing more than throwing an egg at a stone. "
. . .
Those who had complained about Yang Fann earlier all agreed with him. What right did Yang Fann have to make them pay for the trouble he had caused?
Those elders who were grateful to Yang Fann also kept silent at this moment. Although their words didn't sound pleasant, it was the truth. The difference in strength between the two sides was too great. They had no chance of winning at all.
"Surrender? That's easy to say. Do you think that the Shang Dynasty will let us go? Don't forget. The one who died in the Grand Shang Royal Family was a prince. " Yue Tianpeng, the Sect Master who had been silent all this time, spoke. His voice carried a trace of regret. More than ten years ago, Holy Virgin and the others escaped from the Morning Song of Capital. After returning to the north, they did not return to their respective Sacred Grounds. Instead, they went to the Extreme Saint Mountain Range and told them everything they had encountered in the Capital's Morning Song. At that time, they were worried that the Grand Shang Royal Family would vent their anger on them. They had thought of fleeing far away, but it was difficult for them to part with their ancestors. Then, seeing that the Grand Shang Royal Family had yet to make any moves, they gradually gave up on that idea.
If he had known that such a day would come, he would have made up his mind and left the Holy Zhi Province, or even the Central Heaven Province.
Then, there wouldn't have been today's disaster.
The Sobbing Blood Continent was vast and boundless, and there were countless subsidiary planes. If they really wanted to hide, even the Grand Shang Royal Family wouldn't be able to find them easily.
What a pity! It was too late!
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"Yes! That's a prince!"
Yue Tianpeng's words were like a bucket of ice water, instantly waking up the elders who were shouting and surrendering. If it was just an ordinary scion of a noble family, they would say, However, that was a prince. This was a direct slap to the Grand Shang Royal Family's face, a capital offense that involved nine generations of their family. How could the Grand Shang Royal Family let them go?
If they surrendered, they might die even faster.
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"Hmph! Stubborn!" When Shen Wu Wang Shang Hao saw that Yue Tianpeng and the others were still unwilling to surrender, a wisp of impatience flashed across his eyes. "Soldiers, listen up! Attack!"
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