The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Myriad Clans Continent.

The battle has reached its most intense stage.

Over a hundred thousand people gathered on the black rocks, shouts of killing echoing everywhere, eyes filled with determination.

On the ground.

Zhang Tianyuan kept drawing his bow and shooting arrows, sniping those of the same realm from the Myriad Clans at a distance, relieving the pressure on Sect Disciples.

But, this battle has gone on for too long.

His avatar's energy is about to run out.

If this continues, he will ultimately be slain.

"My strength will be depleted, elder brothers and sisters, junior brothers and sisters, I'll go ahead!"

Zhang Tianyuan roared.

With a leap, he reached dozens of meters above the ground, concentrated the strength in his body into his arm, and forcefully pulled the bow, creating an arrow that glowed as bright as the proud sun.

"One arrow... to shoot the sun!"

Zhang Tianyuan released the arrow furiously.

Whoosh!

The golden arrow shot out, instantly piercing through dozens of Myriad Clans' Clansmen, skewering them together and violently crashing into hundreds of Myriad Clans' Clansmen behind them.

Following that.

Boom!

The golden arrow exploded like a sun.

Within a hundred paces, all the Myriad Clans' Clansmen were obliterated to ash, contributing enormously to the effort.

But, Zhang Tianyuan was also drained.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Over a dozen Demon Vine Tribespeople set their sights on him, hurling their long spears at the mid-air Zhang Tianyuan, transforming him into a hedgehog with the Heavenly Bow Holy Body, exploding on the spot.

"Junior Brother Zhang!"

Shi Lei roared.

"Ah, you're seeking death!"

As the Fourth Generation Senior Sister, Xia Wenwen's eyes reddened at the sight of her Fourth Generation Disciple peer, Zhang Tianyuan, falling. She unleashed all the power she had accumulated, like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, and exploded the Demon Vine Tribespeople nearby with a single punch.

However, Xia Wenwen was ultimately too weak.

In an instant.

She had already been pierced by hundreds of long spears thrown by Demon Vine Tribespeople, her body exploding.

"Senior Sister Xia!"

The Fourth Generation Disciples were enraged.

Seeing this scene, the Third Generation Big Brother Han Yonghui was overcome with rage and led his Third Generation Disciples in a sweeping charge.

First Generation, Second-Generation, and Fifth Generation Disciples were also engaged in fierce battles.

But, they were all nearly exhausted.

Watching more and more fellow disciples fall beside him, Huo Yunjie's heart bled like dripping water.

"Without madness, there's no survival!"

Huo Yunjie stabbed his own chest with a sword, extracting all of his power, and then quickly drew his sword with his right hand, displaying for the first time the Sword Drawing Technique based on the Madman Ruthless Sword.

Behind him, a specter appeared.

It was a crazed, senile old man.

Mad Sword Saint!

The founder of the "Nameless Sword Manual".

Rip!

As Huo Yunjie's sword slashed down, the dazzling sword light seemed like countless suns rising simultaneously, turning the surroundings golden white, making it impossible to see clearly what was happening.

After a moment.

The brilliance dissipated.

Everyone looking towards the battlefield couldn't help but gasp in shock.

Huo Yunjie's sword had actually taken away more than ten thousand Myriad Clans' Clansmen, even splitting a huge gap in their battle formation.

In the sky.

Huo Yunjie's body was becoming ethereal.

"Haha, success!"

"This, this is the Madman Sword Drawing Technique!"

Huo Yunjie laughed loudly, his body gradually fading, until it completely disappeared.

"Yun Jie!"

Baixue Ding and Lin Yuyan wept bitterly.

"Twin Swords United!"

The two women crossed their swords mid-air, activated the last of their strength, instantly killing hundreds of Demon Vine Tribespeople, and then, they too fell to the ground, their bodies dissipating.

"This is too tragic!"

"Such amazing Misty Sect Disciples, to fall like this, it's such a pity."

"He's called Huo Yunjie?"

"Had this man not perished, he would surely have become a Sword Saint renowned throughout the Three Thousand Realms in the future!"

"Alas, it is so lamentable."

Cultivators from all walks grieved deeply.

"Why hasn't Sect Master Ye ordered the Misty Sect Disciples to retreat yet? He's really too heartless!"

"Can there even be such a Sect Leader?"

Some even criticized Ye Feng.

Right now.

Only a few hundred disciples of the Misty Sect remained.

All of them were above the Void Break Realm, with strong combat power. Even as their inner strength was nearly exhausted, they still burst forth with all their might, valiantly fighting to the end.

"Burn you all to death!"

Wang Ping'an stepped on a fire dragon, charging into the midst of thousands of Demon Vine Tribespeople. Fire overcomes wood, and in an instant, he burned a great number of them to death.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

However, countless Demon Vine Tribespeople threw long spears, turning Wang Ping'an into a porcupine.

"Explode!"

Realizing he was about to disperse, Wang Ping'an clenched his teeth, rushed into the group of Demon Vine Tribespeople and self-detonated instantly.

Boom!

A giant fireball swallowed everything around it.

Thousands of Demon Vine Tribespeople were incinerated to ash.

"Even a First Generation Disciple has fallen?"

Cultivators from all walks of life knew Wang Ping'an was a First Generation Disciple, and seeing him perish in a self-explosion, everyone showed a look of regret.

Some women were even crying.

They found Wang Ping'an adorable, skilled with fire, and handsome in appearance. Although he was not tall, he was beloved by countless senior sister practitioners.

His fall brought tears to many.

On the ground.

Disciples like Mo Ying and Shi Lei were still there.

Now, Qiao Jiaxi and Long Tianxing were in the best condition, as they practiced Body Cultivation and didn't need to consume too much energy, giving them greater endurance in battle.

"My power is nearly depleted."

"So is mine."

"If that's the case, let's self-destruct!"

"Even if it's death, we'll go out with a bang!"

"Explosion, is an art!"

The remaining few hundred disciples of the Misty Sect charged out, their bodies beginning to swell, and in an instant they turned into balls of light that exploded in the middle of the battlefield.

In an instant.

Tens of thousands of the Myriad Clans' Clansmen fell.

From then on.

Only five disciples of the Misty Sect were left.

Mo Ying, Shi Lei, Qiao Jiaxi, Long Tianxing, and Yan Ruyu; as for the others, they had all self-destructed and perished.

Within the Myriad Clans' camp.

They still had over ten thousand people, all wounded, their momentum weakened. Some no longer held weapons, their combat effectiveness seriously declined, and if they fought alone, Mo Ying could kill through them.

"My power is also nearly depleted."

Yan Ruyu stepped forward, "Senior brothers and sisters, I hope you can hold on till the end."

Having said this.

Yan Ruyu's body turned into a shower of light, sprinkling over Mo Ying, Shi Lei, Qiao Jiaxi, and Long Tianxing, instantly restoring them to full condition.

Their own combat power even increased.

"We can't let them die in vain!"

Shi Lei clenched Ma Liang's Brush, using all his strength to paint a gigantic War General in the air, seated on a chariot pulled by three ferocious dragons.

"Shields up!"

Shi Lei then looked towards Mo Ying, Long Tianxing, and Qiao Jiaxi, drawing shields around them.

The next moment.

Shi Lei's power was completely drained.

His figure gradually became ethereal, but his face was smiling as he patted the shoulders of Mo Ying, Long Tianxing, and Qiao Jiaxi.

"Hold on!"

After speaking, he completely dissipated.

"Senior brother!"

Long Tianxing clenched his fists, tears in his eyes.

After fighting for so long, he had forgotten he was incarnated and felt everything was incredibly real, truly believing Shi Lei had fallen and couldn't help but rage.

"I'll kill you all!"

Long Tianxing howled to the heavens, burning his own dragon blood, his body inflated, and the silver dragon scales turned into light, gradually taking on a golden hue.

A moment later.

He was still standing in the same spot but had transformed into a pure golden dragon with multifaceted gleams in his eyes.

"Jia Xi, do you remember our last battle?"

Long Tianxing turned his head to speak to Qiao Jiaxi.

"I remember!"

Qiao Jiaxi nodded vigorously.

"Then let's get started!"

The Golden Dragon that Long Tianxing had become grinned, his body turned into light, merging with Qiao Jiaxi.

The next moment.

A Golden Giant stood in his place.

His aura was terrifying, his Cultivation Level on par with the Third Turn Quasi-Saint, his whole being brimming with the will to fight.

"What kind of Secret Technique is this?"

"They can actually merge just like the Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans, truly bizarre."

Powerhouses from all realms, seeing this scene, couldn't help but be astonished.