Invincible Bloodline

Heavenly Sea Fleet, the flagship of Tianhai.    

Yang Fann looked up at the Void. His eyes were filled with an unconcealable heat and greed. A Half-Step Saint, two Peak Holy Lord, and two Late Holy Lord. If he could devour and refine all of them, his Myriad Beast Holy Body would have another qualitative leap. Even if he couldn't break through the limit of the Mastery Stage, he was afraid that he wouldn't be much weaker.    

At that time, he was confident that he could fight even some Half-Step Saint warriors, or even completely suppress them.    

Of course, Yang Fann also understood that although he was a hundred times stronger than he was half a year ago, if he wanted to fight these five expert at the same time, it would be like throwing an egg at a rock. There was no chance of winning at all. Let's not talk about anything else. Just Saint Master Golden Dragon alone was not enough for Yang Fann to defeat him.    

Half-Step Saint was a peerless expert that had comprehended a trace of the secret of the saints. There was a qualitative difference between it and Holy Lord's expert.    

However, it did not mean that he could not deal with them. Yang Fann was not a pedantic person. Sometimes, he needed to borrow external forces.    

Yang Fann was the most disdainful of those idiots who could easily solve the problem but disdained to use other means. They had to rely on their own strength. They had to go through several life and death situations and even had to pay a painful price in order to deal with a strong enemy.    

This was completely irresponsible towards his own life. Did he really think that he was the main character who could not be killed?    

He could explode at every critical moment. How could there be such a lucky thing in the world?    

There was only one life. There was no more. Then there really was no more.    

What about external forces? No matter if it was a white cat or a black cat, it was a good cat to be able to catch mice.    

Besides, if you really had that backbone, the martial skill technique of the predecessors was also an external force. Why didn't you give it up and choose to create your own technique?    

In the blink of an eye!!    

"Rumble. . . "    

The silver Talisman in Yang Fann's hand exploded. It was bright and dazzling, making people unable to open their eyes.    

The next moment. . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

A terrifying pressure that was a hundred times, a thousand times more terrifying than Saint Master Golden Dragon's suddenly erupted from the Tianhai, sweeping across the heavens and earth.    

"Ah. . . This. . . This. . . This power is. . . . Mid stage Half-Step Saint, or. . . Or later. . . " Saint Master Golden Dragon's expression suddenly changed. A hint of panic flashed in his eyes. Although he had broken through to the Half-Step Saint for tens of millions of years. . . However, he was still a early stage Half-step Saint Stage, and he was still very close to breaking through to the next realm. He had no idea how many tens of thousands of miles he would have to travel.    

When one reached the Half-step Saint Stage, every bit of progress was made in a hundred thousand years, a million years, and tens of millions of years. Even in hundreds of millions of years, no one had broken through a small realm. There were plenty of people there.    

On the other hand, the aggressive Four Fiends were even more frightened. Each of them was like a quail. Although with the help of their combined strength, the four brothers wouldn't be afraid of an ordinary Half-Step Saint, but they could still save their lives in the hands of a early stage Half-Step Saint.    

To those mid stage warriors, or even Late Half-Step Saint warriors, these four brothers were just a bunch of slightly stronger ants.    

During this period of time, the gap between them was like the difference between life and death.    

Right at this moment. . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

The Silver Light dispersed. At some point in time, a dignified middle-aged man had appeared beside Yang Fann.    

He was wearing a purple-golden robe, and his black hair was casually hanging down his head. He had a tall and slender figure, and he was extremely handsome. His entire body seemed to be bathed in a golden glow. He looked like a legendary god. In his eyes. . . His eyes were glittering like the stars. He seemed to be able to see through everything. It contained the aura of ancient mythology and history, as if there were ancient gods. . . It was born from his gaze, with just a glance. It could take away anyone's mind.    

"Greetings, Holy Lord. Holy Lord's life is boundless, and his life is equal to the heavens!"    

In an instant, except for Yang Fann, Great Saint Yuan Ming and the other thirteen Great Saints all knelt down.    

The middle-aged man in the purple-golden robe was none other than the current Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord, Desolate Lansheng of Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts. To be precise, he was a clone of Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord, Desolate Lansheng.    

Of course, even if it was just a clone. . . His strength was not something a early stage Half-Step Saint like Saint Master Golden Dragon could compare with. Although Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord had the name of Holy Lord, But that's just a name, not his power. He was at the Holy Lord Stage, the Half-Step Saint, and the scariest existence amongst all Half-Step Saint. He was only one more step away from becoming a Saint.    

Even if the cultivation base of his clone was less than one in ten thousand, it was still comparable to an ordinary Late Holy Lord.    

What was even more terrifying was that his clone was connected to his true self. Once his clone encountered someone he couldn't defeat, he would be able to summon Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord's true self immediately.    

At that time, as long as it wasn't Saint Sovereign himself, he would be able to ensure Yang Fann's safety.    

One had to admit that Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord attached great importance to this unprecedented A Peerless Monster of Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts.    

This was also the biggest trump card of Yang Fann. Of course, this trump card had its own limitations. The Talisman was a one-time item, and this clone would only exist for two hours.    

However, Yang Fann didn't feel that it was a pity. As long as he devoured and refined these five great experts, his combat strength would immediately advance to the Half-step Saint Stage, and he might even be able to catch up to a mid stage Half-Step Saint. At that time, it wouldn't matter much whether he had this Holy Lord clone or not.    

Furthermore, with his heaven defying speed, if he didn't use this trump card, it would become useless like any other trump card.    

With his current strength, he could easily suppress Peak Holy Lord. The other trump cards that could only suppress Holy Lord's expert were completely useless.    

Yang Fann was even considering whether he should give those things to his parents and the others when he returned to the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts.    

"No need for formalities!"    

Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord waved his hand gently. Immediately, a magical force dragged Great Saint Yuan Ming and the others up.    

The next moment. . .    

His eyes focused on Yang Fann. In an instant, his body trembled, and an indescribable shock flashed across his eyes. "Seven. . . Seven Stars Quasi-saint, this. . . How is this possible? Monster, what a monster!" One should know that more than ten years ago, Yang Fann was still just a puny Eight Stars Emperor Sovereign.    

How long had it been since he became a Seven Stars Quasi-saint? Thinking back, he had cultivated for more than two hundred thousand years in order to become a Seven Stars Quasi-saint. With this speed, he could be considered to be very fast among all the generations of Holy Lord in Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts. At that time, he had been proud of himself because of this, but now that he thought about it, how ridiculous was it?    

Compared to Yang Fann, this monster was like heaven and earth.    

"Good! Good! Good! Yang Fann is indeed worthy of being the number one monster in the history of my Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts. In the future, the Sacred Palace will be proud of you!!" Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord hurriedly said the word 'good' three times in pleasant surprise.    

As for being jealous of Yang Fann's talent and secretly killing him, that was something that only those little Master Of Power who did not have foresight would do. The Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts was the ruler of Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts. In the starry universe, if one's vision was so shallow, he would have already been destroyed by the super powers of the other great worlds.    

They were not afraid of geniuses, but they were afraid of not being talented enough.    

"Holy Lord, you are flattering me. " Yang Fann smiled modestly.    

"Yang Fann, don't be modest. You deserve to be called the number one monster in history. " A Seven Stars Quasi-saint who was less than a hundred years old, or even less than fifty years old. Not to mention the Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts, even the Universal World wouldn't be able to find a single person.    

. . .    

Within the Void.    

Looking at the two men who were talking and laughing, Saint Master Golden Dragon and the other three men felt their hearts skip a beat. An indescribable fear was spreading in their hearts. There was only one person in the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts who could be called Holy Lord, and that was the current Holy Lord, Desolate Lansheng.    

This was an invincible expert that was below the Saint realm. In front of these five people, they were just a bunch of ants that could be killed at any time.    

They wanted to leave, but they were afraid of angering Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord. For a moment, they could not advance or retreat.    

Right at this moment. . .    

Yang Fann slowly opened his mouth and directly said his request, "I hope Holy Lord can suppress them. "    

"I have forgotten about these ants. One early stage Half-Step Saint, two Peak Holy Lord, and two Late Holy Lord. Who gave you the audacity to plot against me, Sixth Young Lord Of The Holy Palace? Do you want to lose all your family and friends?" Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord's voice was cold and emotionless, and there was an indescribable anger in his eyes.    

With Yang Fann's heaven-defying talent, it was very possible for him to break through to the Saint realm and reach the legendary realm in the future. This was the future of Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts, and these five men dared to have designs on Yang Fann. This was cutting off the roots of Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts. If they really succeeded, the consequences would be unimaginable.    

"Sir, please calm your anger. This is all a misunderstanding. I have no intention of hurting His Royal Highness Yang Fan. . . "    

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