995: C995 His Power Skyrocketed

C995 His Power Skyrocketed

Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts, Spiritual Martial Temple.

Apart from Grand Elder Greenwood, the other 35 Senior Elder were all dumbfounded. They stared blankly at the arena in the center of the hall, cursing in their hearts. What did they just see? Yang Fann, this monster, was really giving them no chance to live!

Initially, they thought that this battle would be the match of the number one young master, Hao Gan, crushing Yang Fann. There was a gap of nearly three million years between the two of them. No matter what kind of abnormal monster Yang Fann was in, he shouldn't be a match for the number one young master, Hao Gan. Never did they expect that. . . It was such a horrifying scene.

The crushing was indeed crushing, but the target had fallen.

Just that imposing pressure alone crushed Hao Gan to the point of not being able to summon even the slightest bit of Resistance Thought.

. . .

In the arena.

Under Yang Fann's terrifying aura, which was on par with a mid stage Half-Step Saint, Hao Gan felt like an insignificant aphid on the ground. The gap between the two of them was like the difference between life and death. It seemed like as long as Yang Fann was willing, he could erase him from this world with a wave of his hand.

"Damn it! How could this Yang Fann be so strong? How old is he? The heavens are unfair!"

. . . . . . . . . . . .

At that moment!

"Rumble. . . "

Yang Fann's right hand, which was like a small mountain, fell down. The surrounding space was extremely distorted, as if it was going to collapse at any moment.

"Ah, no. . . . . . "

Hao Gan only had time to let out a cry of despair before he was grabbed by Yang Fann like a chicken. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't break free.

. . .

"His Royal Highness Yang Fan isn't boasting. What a f * * king bullsh * t!"

"Sigh! This is just a farce from the beginning to the end. "

"It's because I'm ignorant and ill-informed. The world of monsters is indeed not something that ordinary people like us can understand. "

. . .

They were convinced. All the elders were sincerely convinced. They were completely convinced from both inside and outside.

. . .

. . . "A bunch of frogs at the bottom of a well. You finally understand the greatness of my master. " Grand Elder Greenwood raised his head high like a rooster that won a battle. He was afraid that no one would know that Yang Fann was his master.

. . .

In the arena.

Looking at the number one young master in his hand, Hao Gan, Yang Fann's eyes lit up. He was like a hunter looking at a fat, beautiful prey, causing Hao Gan's hair to stand on end. Was he going to take advantage of this opportunity to devour Haogan? Although his strength was not that great, He was much weaker than the senior Fang Hong, even if he devoured him. He was still very young and could break through to the Eight Stars Great Saint, but there was one thing. . . It was the Bloodline Talent of Haogan. Haogan, who was born with a Third Grade Holy Bloodline, to Yang Fann. Absolutely a tonic.

The higher the grade of the bloodline, the harder it was to improve. Over the past ten years, Yang Fann had absorbed and refined countless Quasi-Saint, including Holy Lord's expert and Half-Step Saint. However, his bloodline had only barely stepped into the peak of First Grade Holy Bloodline, and he was still far away from reaching the peak of First Grade Holy Bloodline. Second Grade Holy Bloodline was still a long way to go.

However, as long as he could devour Hao Gan, who was a Third Grade Holy Bloodline, Yang Fann was at least half confident that his bloodline would advance to the Second Grade Holy Bloodline.

A Third Grade Holy Bloodline was more than enough to match dozens of Second Grade Holy Bloodline, not to mention. . . In the past three million years, under the baptism of a large amount of natural treasures, Hao Gan's bloodline had made significant progress. Although he had not truly broken through to the Fourth Grade, he was still not much weaker.

He was absolutely comparable to several ordinary Third Grade Holy Bloodline practitioners.

Once his bloodline advanced to the Second Grade Holy Bloodline, not only would Yang Fann's potential experience a qualitative leap, but his own strength would also increase by a lot.

In the next moment. . .

Yang Fann subconsciously licked his lower lip.

"Ah! No, I admit defeat. Junior Brother Yang Fann, I admit defeat. . . . " In an instant, Haogan was scared out of his wits. What kind of expression was that? Could it be that he really wanted to eat him? At this moment, whatever he did not want to admit defeat was thrown to the back of his mind.

Right at this moment. . . .

"Yang Fann, since Haogan has admitted defeat, you should let him go. " Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord hastily tried to smooth things over. If he didn't say anything, Yang Fann, this little monster, might really dare to devour Haogan. Even he was frightened by the way Yang Fann looked at him.

If that was really the case, then it wouldn't be worth it to devour Haogan.

"What a pity!!"

Yang Fann secretly sighed, but he still let go of Hao Gan's right hand.

He still had to give face to Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord. Of course, the most important thing was that Hao Gan didn't say anything extreme from the beginning until the end. Otherwise, it would be hard to say.

"Hu. . . "

Hao Gan was still in shock as he patted his chest. He secretly made up his mind to go around Yang Fann in the future. If one day this monster went berserk, he wouldn't even have the chance to resist.

. . .

"Holy Lord, Guild Master, if there's nothing else, this disciple will take his leave now. " After leaving the arena. . . Yang Fann said goodbye to Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord and Red Lotus Mother, but there were still many things waiting for him to deal with.

"Yang Fann, if you have something to do, you can go back first. " Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord chuckled. This was also Yang Fann. If it was any other young lord, he would have scolded him already. Didn't he see that Holy Lord, as well as the elders and guild leaders of Committee Of Elders were still there? Do you know some rules?

"Holy Lord, association leader, this disciple will take his leave now. "

. . .

"Everyone, do you have any objections regarding Yang Fann's battle with Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu?" When Yang Fann left the Spiritual Martial Temple, Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord's eyes swept across the elders and asked.

"Holy Lord is wise, we have no objections. "

"This battle must be fought by His Royal Highness Yang Fan. "

"Whoever dares to object will have to ask my Splitting Mountain Axe first. "

. . . . . . . . . . . .

At this moment, they didn't dare to have any objections. The iron facts were laid out in front of them. Even the former number one of the young generation was easily suppressed by Yang Fann, let alone the other disciples and young lords. They were afraid that Yang Fann wouldn't even have the chance to make a move. Just his Qi alone was enough to crush them.

"Since none of you have any objections, this matter is decided. In twenty days, Yang Fann will represent our Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts to fight Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu!" Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord slapped the board and said, "Alright, if there's nothing else, everyone can leave now. "

"Holy Lord, we will take our leave now. "

. . .

Not long after they left the Spiritual Martial Temple, Greenwood was surrounded by the other elders. Each of them spoke in a flattering tone.

"Brother Greenwood, take care. I have a new jar of Myriad Spirit Wine. How about you go and have a drink with me?"

"Brother Greenwood, this is just a small token of my respect. Please say a few words for me in front of His Highness. "

"Brother Greenwood, when will His Highness be free? I have something to discuss with His Highness. "

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In the next few days, the entire Sixth Young Master Peak was bustling with people. Countless half-step Holy Lord Stage Great Elders. . . Grand Elder Holy Lord, Half-step Saint Stage Senior Elder, and even the elusive Great Elemental Old Man had arrived.

The purpose of their visit was. . . There was only one. . . That was to befriend Yang Fann. Many of them even expressed their intention to join Yang Fann. Even though Yang Fann's conditions were extremely harsh, and he had to hand over a strand of his natal Holy Soul, and his life and death were under Yang Fann's control, there were still many experts who agreed to it in the end.

In this world, there was never a lack of speculators. With Yang Fann's heaven-defying talent, that was something that had never happened since ancient times. In the future, surpassing all saints and reaching the legendary Saint King Stage was only a matter of time. Although they were both Holy Lord and Half-Step Saint, if they became the servants of a future Saint King, It didn't seem to be a shameful thing.

In just a few days, Yang Fann had two hundred and twenty half-step Saints under his command. Holy Lord Stage Great Elder. Sixty-eight elders of Holy Lord. Twelve Senior Elder, and even one Great Elemental Old Man. Yang Fann's current strength had far surpassed the other five young lords. He could be considered one of the biggest mountains below the Saint realm.

As for the ordinary Great Saints and elders, they didn't even have the right to pay their respects.

For a moment, Lin Yi and the other thirteen Great Saints had become the object of envy of countless Great Saints. They wished they could take their place.

Sigh, I have truly grown these pair of eyes for nothing.

In these past few days, countless Great Saints had stomped their feet and pounded their chests. They regretted so much that their intestines turned green. Wasn't it just handing over a trace of their natal Holy Soul? What was the big deal? They were both Great Saints. If Lin Yi and the others could do it, why couldn't he just throw away his face?

Now, even the elders of Holy Lord had to depend on their expressions. Even Senior Elder had to call them brothers.

What kind of glory was this? What kind of prestige was this?!

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