The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

In the starry sky,

The concern on the face of Sword Saint Yue Xi grew deeper.

Swoosh!

She dashed through the void, arriving beside Ye Feng, and as she scanned the surroundings, she found the disciples of the Misty Sect to be very powerful—the weakest among them were at the Spirit Sea Realm, and the slightly stronger ones were at the Void Break Realm and Divine Origin Realm.

Even stronger still, some had stepped into the Quasi-Saint level.

Such a sect could truly be called terrifying.

Should they suffer losses in this battle, that would be far from good.

"Don't worry!"

Ye Feng was the first to speak, causing Sword Saint Yue Xi's lips to move, but ultimately, she remained silent.

"Disciples, there will be no casualties."

Ye Feng added.

No casualties?

Sword Saint Yue Xi stood by Ye Feng's side, pondering over his words, her brow slightly furrowed, her eyes filled with curiosity.

At the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain,

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe was dumbfounded.

"Haha, hahaha!"

"Ye Feng, have you brought all the disciples of the Misty Sect here? Good, it looks like you will be left all alone very soon, which is truly a delight!"

The ancient coffins of the leaders from the Mad Axe Tribe and Heaven Severing Tribe also vibrated.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Two drops of blood flew out and landed on the ground.

Very quickly,

Thousands holding giant axes and thousands wielding machetes from the Mad Axe Tribe and Heaven Severing Tribe appeared.

They looked at Mo Ying and the others, licking their lips.

"My sons!"

"Kill!"

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe issued a command.

"Kill!"

Over ten thousand warriors from the Hunting Tribe, Mad Axe Tribe, and Heaven Severing Tribe wielding their weapons charged forward.

"Junior brothers and sisters, kill!"

Shi Lei shouted the order loudly,

and then, he was the first to charge forward.

"Indestructible Divine Fist, battle!"

With both fists clenched, Qiao Jiaxi let out a roar, his aura exploding wildly as his body shimmered in radiant golden light, his golden hair reaching down to his ankles, while his muscles bulged impressively.

"True Dragon Form!"

Long Tianxing wasn't idle either. He transformed directly into a ten-meter-long silver True Dragon, advancing side by side with Qiao Jiaxi.

"Wait for me!"

Wang Ping'an also charged out.

He raised his hands high, his body ablaze with intense flames, following behind Qiao Jiaxi and Long Tianxing to "get a piece of the action."

"I'll clear the field first!"

Huo Yunjie took the lead, surging ahead of Shi Lei, gripping his longsword tightly with both hands, channeling all his aura into it, and with a ferocious roar, pulled it out with all his might.

Rip!

A crescent-shaped sword light slashed forth.

The entire area was illuminated.

"Quick, dodge!"

The members of the Hunting Tribe bellowed.

But the sword light was too fast!

Even though many sprang into the air at once, they were still slashed by the sword light that traversed parallel to the ground, a meter above it, instantly causing the collapse of over a thousand members of the Myriad Clans' clansmen.

"Well done!"

Cultivators from all worlds were immensely invigorated.

They all expressed admiration and recognition for Huo Yunjie's astonishing sword strike,

especially the sword cultivators who were even more excited.

"Sword Drawing Technique, that's the Sword Drawing Technique!"

"Who is this person?"

"His Sword Drawing Technique is already perfected. I want to take him as my master if possible."

The cultivators from all worlds discussed animatedly.

On the Myriad Clans Continent,

After displaying the Sword Drawing Technique with all his strength, Huo Yunjie almost couldn't stand steady but was supported by Lin Yuyan and Baixue Ding on his left and right.

"I'll replenish you!"

Yan Ruyu approached, pressing her hands on Huo Yunjie's back, infusing him with life essence, turning it into energy.

Not long after,p>

Huo Yunjie returned to his peak form again.

At the front,

Mo Ying had already become the vanguard.

"Ultimate Fast Sword!"

She alone battled against six from the Hunting Tribe, eight from the Mad Axe Tribe, and seven from the Heaven Severing Tribe, instantly thrusting out a dense forest of sword shadows, dismembering the limbs of these Quasi-Saint level powerhouses.

Then, ten thousand sword beams chopped through.

All the Quasi-Saint powerhouses were slain.

"It's the Ultimate Fast Sword!"

"Isn't that the legacy of Jian Nan Yi from our sect? How did that Misty Sect female disciple learn it?"

Within Nantian Sword Sect,

Many elders recalled the once illustrious prodigy of the Nantian Sword Sect when they witnessed the sword beams unleashed by Mo Ying.

"Excellent!"

Sword Saint Yuexi was moved to tears when he saw Mo Ying perform the Ultimate Fast Sword, a legacy technique from Jian Nan Yi.

Void Realm.

Feeling something, Jian Nan Yi looked up at the sky.

"Such a familiar aura!"

"Is that Mo Ying using the sword?"

Jian Nan Yi murmured to himself.

In the bamboo forest.

The Void Beast lay on a stone, scratching its itchy, plump belly with its hind legs, yawned, and with a wave of its right forepaw, opened up a light screen in the sky.

On the screen.

Was the Myriad Clans Continent.

"Indeed, it's Mo Ying!"

"Huh, Sword Saint Yuexi is there too."

"And Sect Master Ye."

Jian Nan Yi raised his head to observe everything on the light screen, only to see tens of thousands of Misty Sect disciples engaged in a fierce battle with over ten thousand warriors from the Mad Axe, Heaven Severing, and Hunting Tribes.

In the midst of the battle.

Mo Ying, fighting alone against a host of mighty foes, managed to parry their attacks by relying on her supreme fast sword technique, striking back in opportune moments and wounding them.

"Draw boundaries for imprisonment!"

Shi Lei finally made a move.

He held Ma Liang's Brush and drew several squares on the ground, trapping thousands of Myriad Clans' clansmen within them.

"Attack them!"

The disciples of the Misty Sect were united.

They acted together to slay the trapped clanspeople, accumulating combat experience.

"Roar!"

Brother Flathead charged fiercely, breaking into the encirclement of the Myriad Clans' clansmen, his tail whirling like a sharp sword, cleaving through the clanspeople who came at him.

Afterward, he indulged in a frenzy of slaughter.

Brother Flathead felt that he had never been as happy as he was today. Growing more valiant as the fight went on, he even set his sights on the distant Myriad Clans Divine Mountain and charged towards it.

"Brother Flathead is attacking the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain!"

"Damn, stop him!"

A large group of Mountain Guardian Spirit Beasts rushed over, grabbed Brother Flathead's tail, forcibly turned him around, and thrust him back into the army of the Myriad Clans' clansmen.

Myriad Clans Divine Mountain.

Many clan chiefs were dumbstruck.

"What is that thing?"

"It seems to be just at the Quasi-Saint level, and it dares to march towards our Myriad Clans Divine Mountain. Is it stupid?"

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe and others began to discuss.

On the ground.

Ye Feng was somewhat embarrassed.

Brother Flathead was truly courageous.

He didn't even spare the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain and rushed to attack directly. Fortunately, he was stopped by Fox Da Hong and other spiritual beasts.

Otherwise, this guy's avatar was sure to be doomed.

"Everyone, the Misty Sect has too many disciples. We need to add more clanspeople on our side as well," the Chief of the Hunting Tribe shouted.

"Understood."

The other clan chiefs' ancient coffins trembled slightly as they flung out a drop of blood, which transformed into dozens or hundreds of clanspeople.

This scene caused the cultivators from the Myriad Realms to pale.

"This is bad!"

"The Myriad Clans have an overwhelming number of people. The disciples of the Misty Sect definitely won't be able to hold out. What is Sect Master Ye thinking?"

Everyone grew worried.

In the battlefield.

Fighters like Mo Ying, Huo Yunjie, Long Tianxing, Qiao Jiaxi, and other main combat forces were surrounded and attacked by thousands of powerful adversaries, continuously sustaining injuries, with blood flowing freely.

"I'll heal you all!"

Group Battle Healer Yan Ruyu rushed to the scene, protected by Jia Yulan on the side, creating the perfect opportunity for healing.

Whoosh!

A shower of light rain descended.

The Misty Sect disciples' injuries healed, and they returned to their peak condition, overpowering the Myriad Clans' clansmen.

"Idiots! Kill that woman first!"

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe roared furiously.

"Yes!"

The Myriad Clans' clansmen immediately besieged Yan Ruyu.

"Do you think we don't exist?"

Han Yonghui led the Third Generation disciples in a charge, protecting Yan Ruyu in their midst, allowing no one to harm her.

"Protect Yu Yan!"

Mo Ying turned to Wang Ping'an.

"Got it!"

Wang Ping'an swiftly retreated to stand beside Yan Ruyu, waved his hand, and several fire dragons emerged, circling around Yu Yan, denying anyone the chance to harm her.

Across all interfaces.

People admired the tactics of the Misty Sect.

"Truly disciples of Sect Master Ye."

"They are united. Even in group battles, they understand cooperation, maintaining their First Generation Disciple Yan Ruyu with healing abilities, which has created a significant advantage."

"The Misty Sect's disciples are about to steamroll the Myriad Clans' clansmen!"

The crowd saw hope.