Invincible Bloodline

Yang Fann did not show any signs of weakness. He confronted Little Sword-god, Ximen Piaoxue, and Holy Son Of The True Dragon, Zhen Longwushuang. They were like sharp needles against each other, refusing to budge an inch. He even threatened to beat them to death. So what if he was the Son of the Holy Land? Yang Fann had been through a lot of bloodshed along the way. He was not scared. If he wanted to take his own life, he had to be prepared to die.    

Not to mention a mere Saint Son of a Sacred Land, even a Son Of Monarch from the Grand Shang Empire like Shang Tianxun was scared to death. One day, if he dared to threaten him, he would kill him without any hesitation or restraint. Furthermore, Yang Fann was very confident that he would be able to defeat Ximen Piaoxue and Zhen Longwushuang.    

Did he really think that this month was all for nothing?    

However, the spectators didn't think so. Even Yue Tianpeng and the others, who had always been confident in Yang Fann, had solemn expressions on their faces. Worry flashed across their eyes from time to time. The name of a man, the shadow of a tree. . . Ximen Piaoxue and Zhen Longwushuang, these two great Seeded Evildoer were not just for show. They were far from True Dragon Wu Mie. Bei Lijian could be compared to them, especially that Zhen Longwushuang. He even had the title of the second monster among the young generation. Only Son Of Genuine Force could suppress him.    

Although Yang Fann's monster was unparalleled and his talent was unprecedented, even many Ancestor Venerables were inferior to him, he still hadn't truly grown up. Perhaps in a few decades or even a hundred years, even Zhen Wuxuan would have to look up to him, but not now. Also, compared to the inner secrets of Sect, the Sword God Mountain Villa and Holy Land Of True Dragon couldn't be compared to the declining Holy Ji Sect.    

This time, Yang Fann would definitely have a slim chance of survival, and his chances of winning would not exceed one level.    

Many of them were filled with mixed emotions. If this was the case, Peerless Evildoer would surely die here. This would definitely be the greatest loss to the human race.    

A Top-Level Emperor warrior who wasn't even twenty years old. Such a monster was simply unheard of. It was certain that he would become a Sovereign in the future. It wasn't impossible for him to become the legendary Immortal Sovereign.    

Once he matured, the good days of those demon would come to an end.    

. . .    

"Hmph, the one who wins must be Cousin Yang Fann!" Luo Jiahui waved her fist in dissatisfaction.    

"That's right, my Junior Brother Yang Fann (master) is the strongest!" Dongfang Xue and You Nuo echoed.    

In their hearts, Yang Fann had long been a legend, the strongest in the world. No one could be a match for Yang Fann, not to mention Little Sword-god, Ximen Piaoxue, and Holy Son Of The True Dragon. Even if they were to fight Jian Shenyegujue and Zhen Longwushuang, they believed that the only one who would win would be Yang Fann.    

"Open up your dog eyes and watch how my cousin (Junior Brother, master) destroys those two dogs. . . "    

. . .    

Ten breaths later.    

"Rumble. . . "    

An extremely terrifying pressure erupted from Quasi-emperor Paragon, who was standing beside Son Of Monarch and Shang Tianxun. It swept across the land and covered the entire Martial Arena in an instant.    

In an instant, all noise and noise in the huge Martial Arena was suppressed.    

. . .    

"Is this the power of Quasi-emperor Paragon?" Yang Fann's eyes slightly narrowed, "It seems like. . . Even if he was not as strong as Quasi-emperor Paragon right now. . . What?" Although Quasi-emperor Paragon gave him a lot of pressure, it wasn't that he didn't have the strength to fight back. At least, if he wanted to leave. . . It would be very difficult for that Quasi-emperor Paragon to keep him alive.    

"Maybe he doesn't need to be a Quasi Emperor Stage. I can truly have the strength to fight Quasi-emperor Paragon. . . "    

Fortunately, Yang Fann only thought about it in his heart. Otherwise, he would definitely have to fight Quasi-emperor Paragon. . . He would definitely scare everyone present to the ground. You want to possess the combat strength of a quasi Sovereign before reaching the Quasi Emperor Stage. Damn it, you really dare to think about it!    

Do you know what a quasi Emperor is? That was Sovereign Expert, who was second only to the Ancestor, a great figure who truly stood at the top of the pyramid, the Lord of a Holy Land.    

Right at this moment. . . .    

Above the Eastern Altar, Son Of Monarch and Shang Tianxun slowly stood up. They stepped into the sky and headed towards the center of the Martial Arena. His steps were steady and dignified. With his hands behind his back, he looked like a mighty king. He was patrolling the mountains and rivers. He was extremely domineering. When he looked down on the world, people couldn't help but feel a sense of submission. He wanted to kneel on the ground and worship him!!    

"Alright, the top one thousand of the points ranking should stay behind. The rest of you can withdraw!!!"    

"Yes, Your Highness, we will retire!"    

In the next moment. . .    

"Boom!" Boom!" Boom!" . . .    

The eight hundred and sixty-eight prodigies of the various sects all transformed into streaks of light and flew towards the various sects' camps.    

Very quickly, there were only a thousand people left in the huge Central Ring.    

And beside Yang Fann, there were only four people left, a man and three women. They were respectively the second Vajra Overlord among the ten great true disciples - Xiong Ba, the third Fairy Blue Lotus - Zhuo Blue Lotus, the eighth Fairy Scarlet Moon - Qin Hongyue and Heavenly Enchantress - Fang Qingxue, this lucky one.    

In these three days, Yang Fann ate meat and Fang Qingxue drank soup, accumulating a large amount of points, close to three billion points. He was in the top ten with Yang Fann. There was naturally no way to compare. Even compared to the top hundred of the points ranking, it was still far from being comparable. However, compared to ordinary geniuses, it was still considered not bad. Currently, it was ranked in the top six hundred and fifty-four.    

It had to be said that as a top Grade Nine Great Sects, the number of people who had advanced to the next realm in the Holy Ji Sect was quite low. There was only a handful of people who had advanced to the next realm. Not to mention the fact that there were hundreds of people who had advanced to the next realm, even compared to the other Grade Nine Great Sects, they were considered to be at the bottom of the list.    

Right at this moment. . . .    

Son Of Monarch and Shang Tianxun looked around at the thousands of geniuses who had advanced to the next realm, then he opened his mouth and spoke slowly. "First of all, I would like to congratulate all of you. He had stood out from the thousands of geniuses of the Sect. Successful advancement. Now, those who could stand here. . . All of them were geniuses amongst geniuses, the monster within the monster. . . The future is limitless, as long as you are willing. . . You will be able to take up the post at any time and become a field officer of the Imperial Court. Commanding an army. . . And following that, the third stage of the competition will be held. The top 100 geniuses would be selected, and each of them would be given the rank of a sixth-grade commandant of the Imperial Court. There is a chance that they will be in charge of an army of ten million people. . . "    

In an instant, the eyes of the geniuses burned with passion, and their hearts began to race. The rank six commandant, who controlled an army of ten million people, could barely hold on for a few moves against Quasi-emperor Paragon, which was enough to suppress the peak Top-Level Emperor warriors. At that time, even some Invincible Emperor wouldn't dare to offend him.    

But soon, Son Of Monarch's words were like a bucket of bone-piercing cold water, instantly extinguishing the fiery passion in everyone's heart, "Compared to the second round of eliminations, the third round of the top hundred of the qualifiers is crueler. It can even be said to be even more brutal. "    

"What? Did I hear it wrong?"    

"The third stage is even crueler than the second stage?"    

"Sss. . . His Highness Son Of Monarch must be joking!"    

. . .    

In an instant, there was an uproar in the surroundings. Countless spectators were in disbelief. The elimination round was already cruel enough. There was really less than one out of ten. If the third round was still cruel enough, then the remaining people would probably not even be able to make it into the top hundred.    

"What a joke, His Highness Son Of Monarch must be joking!"    

. . .    

However, everyone was obviously thinking too much. Shang Tianxun was the dignified Son Of Monarch. How could he have the time to make such a joke?    

"Gulp! Gulp! No. . . . . . It can't be true, right?!!"    

"This. . . Is this still Hundred Sect Heaven's Pride Battle?"    

"He's trying to stir up trouble!!"    

. . .    

In the end, Hundred Sect Heaven's Pride Battle was the youth from the Hundred Sects in the north who had gone through trial and trial. He wasn't forcing them to die. In the past, Hundred Sect Heaven's Pride Battle. . . Although there were casualties, it was usually controlled at the same speed. Even if he had suffered severe injuries after losing three levels. . . This time, Hundred Sect Heaven's Pride Battle had already surpassed that speed. It could even be said that he didn't have any speed at all.    

It gave people the feeling that Son Of Monarch, Shang Tianxun, was using this opportunity to wipe out the young geniuses of the Hundred Sects in the north, excavate the foundations of the Hundred Sects, and destroy the hope of the Hundred Sects.    

. . .    

The Eight Great Sacred Lands.    

"What is Shang Tianxun trying to do? Or is the royal family preparing to attack the Sect. . . " The Lords of the Sacred Grounds frowned. "Aren't the royal family afraid of repeating the same mistakes?" One was from the Sect and the other was from the Sacred Areas. It was nothing compared to a colossus like the Grand Shang Empire. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was an ant that could be killed at any time. However, once thousands of holy lands of the Sect joined forces, they would definitely be on par with the Grand Shang Empire. They might even be able to overthrow the imperial court.    

Take the previous dynasty - the Great Xia's imperial dynasty. Tyrant Xia Jie was ambitious and lacked talent. He was so happy that he wanted to sweep across the entire Sect and truly unify the human race. In the end, he forced the tens of thousands of sects to attack Xia. At this point, the huge Imperial Dynasty had fallen apart. It was precisely because of this chaotic era that Grand Shang Empire rose to power and unified the 510 provinces of the human race.    

At this moment. . . . . .    

Son Of Monarch and Shang Tianxun spoke once again. "Of course I admit that I'm not strong enough to compete for the top hundred. I can give up on the competition. . . . The position that I have promised to give you is still the same as before. . . "    

"Phew. . . " Upon hearing this, many of the participating geniuses heaved a sigh of relief. It was fortunate that His Highness Son Of Monarch did not go all out.    

"Know your place and enjoy yourself! With my abilities, being able to take on the role of a lieutenant is already considered lucky!!"    

"Whoever wants to take part in this third stage, I, this young master, will not be able to accompany you!!"    

"Forget it, forget it! The commandant is not something that I can covet! "    

. . .    

Soon, most of the participants who had accumulated more than 500 points began to retreat. With their cultivation, it was extremely difficult for them to compete for the top 100 positions. It was very likely that they would have a narrow escape.    

However, right at this moment. . .    

Son Of Monarch, Shang Tianxun. . . Abstain is fine. But. . . "    

. . .