913: C913 He Had Returned to the Seven Stars Mountain Range

C913 He Had Returned to the Seven Stars Mountain Range

Above the Extreme Saint Mountain Range.

Yang Fann spoke frankly and confidently, describing his current cultivation base. He also briefly told Yue Tianpeng and the others what had happened in the past few years. Although Yang Fann spoke calmly, there were many things that he had told them. However, in the ears of Yue Tianpeng and the others, it was no less shocking than the Nine Heavens Thunder. It shocked them so much that they were dumbstruck. Their mouths were wide open. They could practically stuff an egg into their mouths.

In their Sobbing Blood Continent, every high grade Sovereign was a legendary Great Sovereign expert. In this era where resources were scarce, any Great Sovereign could sweep across the world and unify the entire Nine Heavens And Ten Earth. However, in Yang Fann's hands, there were tens of millions of such experts.

In Yang Fann's hands, the Quasi-Saint expert, which all the Great Sovereigns pursued throughout their lives, was just a slave that could not even be considered a servant.

Horrifying! Incomparable horror.

They didn't know what words to use to describe their shock.

Almost at the same time, the joy in Yue Tianpeng's and the others' eyes became more and more obvious. Many of them even released an indescribable scorching light.

They had struck it rich! This time, I've truly struck it rich.

They knew Yang Fann's character very well. He was definitely not an ungrateful person. Now that he had struck it rich and become the high and mighty Sixth Young Master Of The Palaces, it was impossible for him to forget the elders of Sect.

At this moment, it seemed like the Sovereign that was out of reach in the past was no longer a difficult task.

It was not impossible for him to surpass the Sovereign realm or even the Sovereign realm.

Sure enough, as Yue Tianpeng and the others had expected, Yang Fann sent them an invitation in the end, hoping that they could return to Spiritual Martial Arts Continent with him.

This time, Yang Fann was preparing to bring all his parents and family back to Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts. The potential of the Sobbing Blood Continent was limited, and if he continued to stay here, even with his massive amount of resources, it would be extremely difficult for his parents and the others to break through to the Quasi-Saint Stage.

It could even be said that it was impossible. The Third Grade Continent was not enough to help people break through to the Quasi-Saint. In order to break through, the only way was to leave the Sobbing Blood Continent and enter the depths of the Sea Of Spiritual Martial Force.

Furthermore, the focus of his future development would also be placed on the In The Spirit Martial Continent. The Sobbing Blood Continent was a pond that could not afford to raise a true dragon like Yang Fann. The Spiritual Martial Arts Continent was a place where he could roam freely. If nothing unexpected happened, he would not be able to return to the Sobbing Blood Continent in the future. At the very least, he would not be able to return to the Sobbing Blood Continent for thousands of years.

Yang Fann did not want to be separated from his parents for such a long time. Besides, the safety of his parents and the others would only be more guaranteed when it came to the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts.

This time, if he hadn't rushed back to Sobbing Blood Continent in time and gotten rid of the Shang Clan as soon as possible, even his parents would have been harmed by these ignorant fools.

Since the Shang Dynasty had made up their mind to attack the Holy Ji Sect, sending the expert to the Northern Barren State to capture his parents and force him to submit, it was very possible.

At the same time, Yang Fann did not mind pulling the clan leader and the others along. Although he was not a good person, he remembered clearly who was good to him.

In any case, the Heavenly Sea Fleet was there. The thousand Holy Spirit Ships seemed to be no more than ten thousand miles long, but there was another universe in it. It was a small matter to bring along the entire Holy Ji Sect, as well as the tens of billions of servants.

Of course, Yang Fann wouldn't really do that. It wasn't like he had too many resources and no place to use them. Needless to say, he didn't want to bring along the disciples of the Inner Sect and outer sect disciple who were below the king level. After all, after Shang Haowu destroyed the Holy Ji Sect's defensive formation, these disciples had already scattered in all directions.

What he really wanted to bring along was. . . In other words, there were nearly a million of them here. Personal disciples, true disciples, elders, and patriarchs.

. . .

In the face of Yang Fann's invitation, Yue Tianpeng and the others had no reason to refuse. All of them nodded their heads in agreement and were willing to follow Yang Fann back to Spiritual Martial Arts Continent. Such an opportunity was bestowed by the heavens, unless the north gate was pushed open. They would only reject it, even though Yang Fann had said so. If someone chose to stay, he would also bestow them with a certain amount of resources. However, it was not as good as following Yang Fann.

Let's not talk about anything else. Just the excellent cultivation environment of the Sobbing Blood Continent in the main continent was incomparable to theirs.

Furthermore, with Yang Fann's care, they didn't need to worry about being bullied by the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts in the Spiritual Martial Arts Continent.

However, right at this moment. . .

Yang Fann's gaze suddenly turned cold. His gaze fell upon those elders and ancestors who were constantly complaining about Yang Fann being a disaster. They threatened to cut off all ties with Yang Fann and even threatened to hand Yang Fann over to the Shang Dynasty and let the Shang Dynasty punish them. A hint of ridicule flashed across the corner of his mouth as he said, "All of you, my temple is small. It won't be able to accommodate all of you. . . "

He didn't want to raise a group of ungrateful people. He wanted them to bite him at the critical moment.

"Yang Fann, what is the meaning of this?"

"We are all your elders. Is this how you treat your elders?"

"We almost died because of you. Is this how you repay us?"

. . .

How could those elders and old ancestors be willing to take a break? They instantly started making a fuss. One by one, they began to blame Yang Fann for being ungrateful. When those who didn't know saw Yang Fann, they would really think that he was a heartless and ungrateful person.

The opportunity to become a Sovereign, or even surpass a Sovereign, was right in front of them. How could they be willing to miss it just like that?

Greed immediately blinded their hearts.

Even in the martial artist, strength was the most important thing. They had forgotten such a simple principle.

. . .

"Impudent!!!"

Before Yang Fann could say anything, a hint of anger flashed across Lin Yi's eyes. He shouted out loudly, and a terrifying pressure instantly crushed all of their internal organs, causing them to shift positions. Blood oozed out of their eyes, nose, and mouth. A group of people who were not even ants dared to take advantage of their seniority in front of their master. Who gave them the courage to do so?

"Not good. . . "

It was only at this moment that all the elders and old ancestors came to their senses. Yang Fann wasn't one of their disciples. He was a ruthless man who could make them act arrogantly in front of their master.

"What's wrong with me? How dare I scold that monster, Yang Fann? Wasn't this courting death?! !! "

" He. . . He. . . He can't really. . . Really kill us, right? "

. . .

An indescribable panic enveloped their hearts. Their eyes, which were still bleeding, were filled with panic.

. . .

"Get lost!!"

The Cold Shine in Yang Fann's eyes flashed and he shouted coldly. He did not have much time to waste with these ingrates. If it was not for the friendship between them, he would not have spent so much time with them. He didn't know how many times he would have died.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! We'll scram now, scram now. . . "

The elders and ancestors felt as if they had been granted amnesty. At this moment, all the chances of achieving the Martial Monarch Realm were thrown out of the nine heavens and their lives were gone. No matter how good the chances were, it would all be in vain.

All of them turned into streaks of light and scattered in all directions. It was as if all the injuries on their bodies had disappeared for a moment.

. . .

This was merely an unpleasant interlude that was quickly forgotten by everyone. Yue Tianpeng and the others had long since forgotten about these heartless ingrates. If it wasn't for the fact that the timing wasn't right, they would have wanted to teach them a lesson back in the Extreme Temple.

They didn't even think about it. The reason why they were able to achieve what they had today was all because of Yang Fann. Not only were they not grateful to him, but they even wanted to repay his kindness with ingratitude. They wanted to sell Yang Fann out. This was simply the most ruthless of them all.

If Yang Fann didn't kill them, it would be letting them off the hook.

. . . . . . . .

Very quickly, Lin Yi, who was a Nine Stars Great Saint, teleported Yue Tianpeng and the group of elders and disciples back to the Heavenly Sea Fleet.

One had to admit that a Nine Stars Great Saint was a Nine Stars Great Saint. Yang Fann couldn't be compared to the current Yang Fann. Although he could teleport Yue Tianpeng and the rest back to the Heavenly Sea Fleet, he could bring tens of thousands of people with him at once. Furthermore, it wasn't as easy as Lin Yi's arrival.

. . . . . . . .

At the foot of Seven Stars Mountain Range in the South Mountain Domain of the Northern Barren State.2

There were countless martial artist warriors, and there was an endless stream of handsome young men.

At some point in time, a group of people had appeared in the crowd.

Two men and six women, an old man and seven young masters. No one knew how they had appeared, as if they had been there in the first place.

. . .

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