Invincible Bloodline

Looking at Shang Yuanyang who was high up in the sky, Yang Fann found it funny. This Shang Yuanyang was really boasting shamelessly. He actually wanted to take him as his disciple. A mere three star Quasi-Saint didn't even take a piss to take a look at him. Those who didn't know about this would think that he was some Holy Lord expert. Where was Saint Sovereign?    

    

However, Shang Yuanyang obviously didn't think so. When he saw Yang Fann's contemptuous look, he couldn't help but feel displeased. What kind of look was this little bastard looking at him with? He was a three star Quasi-Saint, and he was in the Scarlet Dragon Continent where experts were like clouds in the sky. S. He was definitely qualified to accept a Half-Step Quasi-Saint like him.    

    

However, when he thought of Yang Fann's heaven defying talent, the displeasure in Shang Yuanyang's heart was immediately suppressed. Even in the Spiritual Martial Arts Continent of the main continent, there wouldn't be anyone like Yang Fann who could find such a monstrous monster. If he missed it, he would definitely regret it for the rest of his life.    

    

With his talent alone, if no miracle happened, he would be able to find a Four Stars Quasi-Saint. It was almost time for him to reach the Four Stars Quasi-Saint.    

    

In order to walk far enough, I'll tolerate this.    

    

Hmph, when you become my disciple, I'll teach you a lesson.    

    

In the next moment. . .    

    

"Huff. . . " Letting out a breath of foul air, Shang Yuanyang organized his words and said, "Little friend Yang Fann, the reason why you said that is because you don't know my cultivation base. Do you know that in the Half-Step Quasi-Saint, which is also above the Invincible Great Sovereign realm, There is another realm. . . "    

    

Before Shang Yuanyang could finish his words, Yang Fann said with a disdainful smile. " It's just a Quasi-Saint Stage, who doesn't know about it?"    

    

"What? You. . . You know?"    

    

Shang Yuanyang's body trembled. He looked at Yang Fann in disbelief. One should know that there was no Quasi-Saint in Sobbing Blood Continent, not even Half-Step Quasi-Saint.    

    

"Is it strange that you know this?" Yang Fann found it funny. Did he really think that he was the ignorant cheetah?    

    

"You. . . You. . . You left Sobbing Blood Continent?" Shang Yuanyang's heart skipped a beat.    

    

"You are only allowed to leave Sobbing Blood Continent, and I am not allowed to leave?"    

    

"How is this possible? You. . . How dare you? How dare you?" Shang Yuanyang had a look of disbelief on his face. To the trillions of martial artist in the Sobbing Blood Continent. . . At most, they could only move around in the shallow ocean near the continent, and they couldn't even be considered to have left the continent.    

    

Back then, if he had not reached the limit of his cultivation and had no way to advance, he would not have made up his mind to cross the ocean and find a chance to break through.    

    

That was practically a path of no return. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he would die ten times over without a chance to live.    

    

Now, just thinking about what he had experienced in those years made Shang Yuanyang's heart palpitate.    

    

About ten years ago, Yang Fann's cultivation base was only at Verbal Emperor's level. It was far from the limit of what Sobbing Blood Continent could withstand. There was no need for him to take that risk.    

    

"Hehe. . . All of this is thanks to you, a descendant of the younger generation. " Yang Fann laughed at himself and looked at Shang Haowu with a flash of the Cold Shine in his hand.    

    

"Could it be that the True Puppet Talisman allowed him to leave Sobbing Blood Continent? Is this possible?" Shang Yuanyang was startled once again. Something like the True Puppet Talisman. . . It wasn't like he hadn't used the True Puppet Talisman in the past. It was able to move an entire province. This was the limit. And the distance between their imperial palace and Sea Of Spiritual Martial Force was more than ten provinces, a hundred provinces.    

    

It was impossible for a mere puppet talisman to possess such immense power.    

    

But soon, Shang Yuanyang suppressed the shock in his heart. At this point, it would be useless to pursue how Yang Fann left the Sobbing Blood Continent. It was better to think of a way to deal with this Yang Fann.    

    

To be able to advance from a mere one star Emperor to a half-step Quasi-Saint Stage in just a dozen years, the place he had reached was very likely to be the same as the Scarlet Dragon Continent he was in. It was a lesser continent, an ordinary Third Grade continent. There was absolutely no such resource.    

    

Moreover, it was very likely that it had already become a disciple of a major faction. Only by receiving the full support of a major faction would it be able to gather so many resources in such a short period of time.    

    

Otherwise, no matter what kind of monster Yang Fann had, if he didn't have enough resources to advance, everything would be in vain.    

    

"What should we do now?"    

    

The force behind Yang Fann was definitely not weak. It wasn't any weaker than the Sect in Scarlet Dragon Continent. It was very likely that Yang Fann had a Great Saint expert.    

    

"Are we going to give up just like that?"    

    

A trace of deep unwillingness flashed across Shang Yuanyang's eyes. If he missed out on such a heaven defying seed, he was afraid that he would never encounter another one in his life.    

    

"No, I can't give up. This is my only hope. " Very quickly, a resolute look flashed across Shang Yuanyang's eyes. If he missed this opportunity, he would never be able to take a look at the sage realm in the future. Even Seven Stars Quasi-saint was an extravagant hope.    

    

In the next moment. . .    

    

Shang Yuanyang's expression didn't change. He said gently again, "Yang Fann, as long as you worship me, I will do my best to nurture you. You still don't know my cultivation base, but I am. . . "    

    

"Isn't it just a Three Star Quasi-Saint?! What's there to be proud of? " Yang Fann smiled disdainfully and interrupted Shang Yuanyang's boastful talk.    

    

"What? You. . . You know?" Shang Yuanyang's expression suddenly changed. A thought appeared in his mind, "Not good. This Yang Fann probably has expert with him. . . "    

    

He was a Three Star Quasi-Saint, and Yang Fann was merely a Half-Step Quasi-Saint. He couldn't see through his cultivation base, but now, he was able to tell his cultivation base with just a single word. There was only one possibility. That was, he was protected by the expert.    

    

He should have thought of this earlier. Sea Of Spiritual Martial Force. It wasn't that easy to cross. Even he, a Three Star Quasi-Saint, had experienced a few life and death situations. Not to mention this Half-Step Quasi-Saint.    

    

Suddenly, Shang Yuanyang's eyes flashed with a hint of determination.    

    

The next moment. . .    

    

"Rumble. . . "    

    

His right hand moved and transformed into a terrifying magic hand. It tore through the space and grabbed towards Yang Fann.    

    

Since the mysterious expert could see through his cultivation base. . . In fact, it might even surpass his cultivation base. It was not impossible. Once he was entangled with it. . . He was afraid that he would no longer be able to subdue Yang Fann. If he did not want to give up on Yang Fann. . . There was only one possibility. That was to capture Yang Fann before the mysterious expert could react. After that, he would leave the Sobbing Blood Continent and return to the Scarlet Dragon Continent. Even if there was a Great Saint expert behind Yang Fann. . . He wouldn't be able to do anything to Yang Fann.    

    

The Heaven And Earth Sect behind him was one of the ten great Sect in Scarlet Dragon Continent. There were several expert guarding the sect, and the strongest ancestor was a Nine Star Quasi-Saint Stage.    

    

As for whether these juniors would be angered by the furious mysterious expert after he left. . . After slaughtering all of them, Shang Yuanyang couldn't care less about that.    

    

Some of the later generations would just die if they died.    

    

How could they be compared to his own future?    

    

. . .    

    

"Hmm?" Yang Fann was slightly stunned and couldn't react in time. Shang Yuanyang, who was trying to persuade him to accept him as his disciple, suddenly attacked him in the blink of an eye. His face turned a little too fast.    

    

. . . . . . . . . . .    

    

At that moment!    

    

The huge palm of energy had already reached above Yang Fann. Seeing that it was about to capture Yang Fann, Shang Yuanyang couldn't help but feel delighted, "It's done. . . "    

    

But at this moment. . .    

    

"Rumble. . . "    

    

A brilliant golden light rose from the top of Yang Fann's head. It shot towards the huge palm of energy. In an instant, the huge palm was like a bubble that was dispersed by the golden light.    

    

"Ah! This! Shang Yuanyang was so shocked that he couldn't help but exclaim. In order to capture Yang Fann, he had used almost twelve layers of strength. This attack could even capture a two-star Quasi-Saint, let alone a Half-Step Quasi-Saint junior like Yang Fann.    

    

" It's impolite not to reciprocate. Old thing, it's my turn now. " A trace of ridicule flashed across Yang Fann's eyes.    

    

The next moment. . .    

    

His right hand moved slightly and clawed at Shang Yuanyang.    

    

"Rumble. . . "    

    

. . .