Invincible Bloodline

Just like pinching an ant to death, the Golden Roc Saint Son was refined into slag.    

Yang Fann turned his gaze to Son Of Qingxuan and the other three. His eyes revealed traces of a cat toying with a mouse, "Who's next?"    

In an instant, the hearts of Son Of Qingxuan and the other three men jumped to their throats. Their hearts were beating rapidly, almost jumping out of their chests.    

Trying to escape? However, when they thought about the tragic ending of the Golden Roc Saint, their legs seemed to be filled with lead, and they couldn't take a single step forward.    

The Golden Roc Saint's speed was several times faster than theirs, but in the end, he was still easily captured by that monster. If he ran away, he would only die even faster.    

"Mysterious Underworld Saint Son, Xuan Mo. Golden Cicada Saint Son, Jin Rui. . . Son Of Qingxuan Qingxuan Zhen. . . Flower God Saintess Hua Ruoman. . . The Heaven's Roar Saint Son, Hou Chen. . . "Yang Fann softly muttered the names of the five people. His voice was like a warning talisman, causing Son Of Qingxuan and the others to tremble in fear.    

The torment and panic in their hearts could not be described with words. They could vaguely feel it. There was also a hint of self-mockery. In the past, it was the five of them who decided the life and death of others. Since when did they have such a day where their life and death were completely out of their control?    

Suddenly, Yang Fann's gaze stopped on the Heaven Howling Saint Son Hou Chen.    

"No. . . No, Brother Wuji. You. . . Did you forget that our Heavenly Roar Clan is an ally of your three clans, the Sun Moon Star Clan and the Sun Moon Star Clan? I am on your side. . . "The Heaven Howling Saint Son's heart instantly tightened as he spoke in a trembling voice. He did not want to die. He really did not want to die. He had only lived for less than 40 million years, and he still had billions of years left to live. . . How could he die here just like that?    

"If you want to kill them, then just kill them. The Dark Nether Saint Clan is a great enemy of your three races. In the past, countless disciples of the three races had fallen at the hands of the Mysterious Underworld Race. " If my fellow Daoist doesn't die, I will die. The Heaven Roar Saint Son couldn't care less about his own life.    

"Shameless!"    

"Hou Chen, you bastard. "    

"Just you wait, laozi isn't done with you. "    

. . .    

Son Of Qingxuan and the other three were furious, especially Xuan Mo, the Dark Mysterious Saint Son. His eyes were burning with anger, and he wanted nothing more than to tear Hou Chen into pieces. You said that you were afraid of death and begging for mercy? Forget it, why did you drag us along?    

"The disciples of my three families can't die in vain. " The Cold Shine in Yang Fann's eyes flashed. He had some understanding of the grudges between the Dark Mysterious Saint Clan and the three families. In the end, it was all for the sake of resources and territory.    

The Dark Mysterious Mansion where the Dark Mysterious Clan was located was adjacent to the Moonlight Clan of the three families. There would naturally be conflicts between them.    

"Hu. . . " Hearing this, Hou Chen secretly made his move. Although he was bound to offend the Mysterious Underworld Saint Son this way, so what? It was better than losing his life. Furthermore, it was still hard to say if the Mysterious Underworld Saint Son was still alive after today.    

Look at Wuji! That fierce and ruthless brat would probably not let him leave this place alive.    

But at this moment, Yang Fann suddenly changed the topic and said coldly, "But I hate shameless people like you even more. If I remember correctly, you were the one who shouted the loudest just now. "    

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Fann moved his right hand and grabbed towards Hou Chen.    

"Ah, no, Brother Wuji, you can't do this. I'm on your side! Ah. . . Ah. . . "    

Suddenly, a shrill howl came from Hou Chen's side.    

" Alright! Good kill. "    

"Hou Chen, Dogfish, you deserve to die. "    

"He died just like that. This dog really got lucky. "    

. . .    

Son Of Qingxuan and the others cheered loudly. That shameless Hou Chen just now really pissed them off. If it wasn't for the fact that they were afraid of Yang Fann, they would have attacked long ago and beat this Hou Chen until his mother didn't recognize him.    

However, very quickly, Son Of Qingxuan and the other three men's expressions became serious once again.    

Although Hou Chen's Dogfish was dead, their crisis wasn't over yet. Judging from Xing Wuji's attitude, it was obvious that he wasn't going to let them go.    

Right at this moment. . .    

Yang Fann's cold voice rang in their ears once again, "Xuan Mo, it's your turn. Go and atone for your crimes for my clansmen. "    

"Xing Wuji, are you really going to do something so extreme? Aren't you afraid? Are you afraid that my Mysterious Underworld Race will seek revenge on you?"    

"You don't have to worry about that. "    

"Roar! Wuji brat, you forced me to do this. "    

A fierce look flashed across Xuan Mo's eyes. His face looked ferocious, like a ferocious ghost from the underworld.    

The next moment. . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

Xuan Mo's entire body trembled. Boom!    

Self-destruction.    

Knowing that there was no hope of survival, Xuan Mo resolutely chose self-destruction. Even if he was going to die, he would drag Yang Fann along with him.    

"Ah, not good. . . " Son Of Qingxuan and the other two's expressions changed drastically. They subconsciously retreated backwards.    

Self-destruction, especially the self-destruction of a Half Saint expert like Xuan Mo, was a situation where even the strongest Half Saint would have a slim chance of survival, let alone a Late Semi-saint like them.    

"Kekekeke! Kekeke! Wuji brat, let's die together. " Xuan Mo let out a strange laugh. His voice was so creepy.    

" Trying to take my life just by self-destructing? Xuan Mo, I have to say. . . You are really naive. " Yang Fann sneered disdainfully. A Late Semi-saint self-destructing. It was terrifying, but it was only when compared to low grade Perfection Semi-saint below Fourth Order. With Yang Fann's current strength, he only needed to activate the Myriad Beast Holy Body. He would just stand there and let it explode. He wouldn't even be able to harm a single hair of his.    

After several years of seclusion, under the impact of the vast and boundless magical energy, Yang Fann's Body Defense had also grown exponentially. It was comparable to a high-grade Quasi-Saint Tool, and it was also a top high-grade Quasi-Saint Tool. If he used the Myriad Beast Holy Body, it would be comparable to a top grade Quasi-Saint Tool.    

If an ordinary Seventh Grade Perfection Semi-saint didn't have a saint weapon in hand, they wouldn't be able to break through his defense. Not to mention the self-destruction of a Fourth Grade Perfection with half of his body exploding.    

Of course, Yang Fann wouldn't waste it like this. No matter what, this Xuan Mo was a great supplement.    

"Rumble. . . "    

A Devouring Black Hole appeared out of thin air, and instantly swallowed the Black Ink that was swelling up like a meat ball.    

. . .    

"Gulp. . . Solve. . . . . . Solved. Son Of Qingxuan and the other two who were retreating swallowed their saliva with great difficulty. Their eyes were like fish eyes that were about to pop out of their eye sockets and explode. If it was so easy to solve it. . . It would not be the strongest killing move of a cultivator.    

With the cultivation base of the Mysterious Underworld Saint Son, once he chose to detonate his body and Holy Soul, the power would instantly increase by more than ten times, or even a hundred times. Even most of the masters of the Saint Clan could only retreat temporarily. It was impossible for him to kill the Mysterious Underworld Saint Son like Yang Fann did.    

Could it be. . . Could it be that Xing Wuji's. . . His power had already surpassed most of the masters of the Saint Clan?    

How was this possible? How old was he? At the very least, he wasn't even a fraction of the masters of the various saint clans.    

"Enough! Now it's your turn. " Yang Fann sounded impatient. There was also a hint of amusement in his voice. He was really bored. How could he waste so much time with these ants?    

Could it be that it was because he had been in seclusion for a long time?    

"No. . . No, don't kill me, don't kill me! . . . "    

"I surrender. . . Brother Wuji, As long as you spare my life, I swear that from now on, I will follow your lead. If you want me to move, I will not go west. If you want me to catch chickens, I will not chase dogs. "    

. . .    

At the moment of life and death, Son Of Qingxuan and the other two had completely abandoned their past pride. The dignity of the Saint Clan's Son was willing to submit to Yang Fann, a member of the royal family. Submitting to Yang Fann was better than losing one's life, especially the saintess of the Flower God, Hua Ruman. Her eyes were as charming as the tide, and she looked like she was scratching her head. She tried her best to show off her graceful figure. As long as Yang Fann nodded. . . She would immediately become Yang Fann's woman and follow him to the Shaman Mountain. It was raining.    

"Surrender to me? Unfortunately, all of you are Half Saints, so it's better for you to just go on your way. "    

. . .