The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

“It seems there are still some people who didn’t get buried, might as well take care of them on the way!” The Great Elder of the Tyrant Blade Sect scanned Ye Feng’s group with a detached gaze, issuing a low and chilly voice.

Upon hearing this, the disciples of various sects felt their hair stand on end.

At this stage, other people had been buried under giant rocks, quicksand, and soil—even if their lives weren’t in danger, they wouldn’t be able to escape anytime soon.

With just these dozen or so little shrimps, they wouldn’t even suffice to fill the gap between the Great Elder’s teeth!

“It’s over, we’re done for!”

“No! I think we can still save ourselves, after all, we still have Sect Master Ye from the Misty Sect, right?”

“Crap! Sect Master Ye is just a mortal, more like a mascot. The fact he’s still alive at this point is just good luck, relying on him is less realistic than buying a coffin right now.”

The disciples from all the major sects were on the verge of tears.

Facing the entrance guardian-like Great Elder of the Tyrant Blade Sect and the fearsome puppet-transformed leader of Heixuan Gate, everyone felt they had no hope of survival.

However, to everyone’s surprise, the leader of Heixuan Gate, holding a heavy blade, seemed to ignore them, and with a solemn expression, he looked at Ye Feng and said in a deep voice, “Ye Feng, you are indeed still alive!”

The Great Elder of the Tyrant Blade Sect just sneered and said,

“So what if Ye Feng is alive? The other disciples of the Misty Sect are buried; once we join forces to deal with him, we’ll kill all the buried cultivators on the spot and activate the Blood Sacrifice Array.”

“Good!” The leader of Heixuan Gate nodded in agreement.

Listening to the dialogue between the two, the dozen or so cultivators were dumbfounded.

Two senior cultivators at the peak of Qi Refinement Nine Heavy were actually planning to join forces against Ye Feng, a mere mortal?

Did we hear that correctly?

Everyone’s brain seemed to hit a snag.

“Kill!”

At that moment, the two powerhouses made their move.

“Earthsplitter Slash!”

The leader of Heixuan Gate and the Great Elder of the Tyrant Blade Sect simultaneously executed this First Grade Spell that had reached Perfection, sending two ten-meter-long brilliant blade lights intersecting towards Ye Feng.

In an instant, the temperature in the tunnel plummeted.

Even as mere onlookers, the dozen or so cultivators felt a chill run through their bodies, and the thought of taking action was extinguished.

Whoosh!

Ye Feng hurriedly performed the Nine Heavens Thunder Kick, leaping to the top of the tunnel and grabbing tightly onto the rock, pressing himself firmly against the ceiling.

As for the blade lights, they missed their target, slicing open two intersecting trenches in the ground, startling the dozen or so cultivators with flying debris.

“Leaping three zhang high in an instant, Sect Master Ye is definitely not a mortal!”

“He is one in ten thousand, a Body Cultivator!”

“It seems we really might be saved after all!”

The crowd was overjoyed.

Roar!

Just then, the hidden Mighty Fierce Tiger roared deafeningly, its agile body leaping into mid-air, its jaws snapping at Ye Feng.

“Bring it on!”

Ye Feng was not alarmed but delighted.

Clang!

The two-meter-tall Spirit Origin Clock suddenly crashed down, and just as the Mighty Fierce Tiger managed to leap into mid-air, attempting to twist its body to dodge, it was still a fraction too slow and was heavily smashed on the head.

“Woo-ao…”

With a mournful howl, the Mighty Fierce Tiger fell to the ground, barely clinging to life, struggling a few times before dying on the spot.

“He killed the Mighty Fierce Tiger with one blow?”

“Sect Master Ye is too fierce!”

The eyes of those dozen or so cultivators shone brightly.

In an instant, Ye Feng found that his Prestige Points had increased by fifteen, but with a great battle underway, he couldn’t care less about Prestige Points. He lunged forward, catching the Spirit Origin Clock, and smashed it towards the leader of Heixuan Gate.

“You dare kill my mount!”

The Great Elder of the Tyrant Blade Sect roared angrily, instantly appearing beside the leader of Heixuan Gate, and together with him, they swung their blades, striking the Spirit Origin Clock with a “clang.”

However, both of them were so numbed by the terrifying force that they retreated several meters, and even their broadsword and heavy blade were dented from the impact.

“My hundred-pound heavy blade!”

The leader of the Heixuan Gate was in agony.

That was the weapon he had recently started using and it had felt so right in his grasp, but after just one hit, it now had a nick and its spirit greatly diminished.

“Let’s pull back and exhaust him with an array,” the Great Elder of the Tyrant Blade Sect thought of retreating, ready to escape from the entrance.

“The entrance has been sealed by me,” the leader of the Heixuan Gate suddenly said.

“Are you dumb or what?” the Great Elder of the Tyrant Blade Sect glared with rage.

“I sealed it to cut off our escape route, but who the hell knew that we would be the clowns!” the leader of the Heixuan Gate shouted.

The Great Elder of the Tyrant Blade Sect was speechless. He felt that he must have done something wrong in his last life, otherwise, why would he end up with such a dim-witted teammate as the Heixuan Gate leader.

Boom!

Ye Feng once again lifted the Spirit Origin Clock, shrinking it to the size of a teacup and launched it at the fastest speed.

The leader of the Heixuan Gate hastily raised his heavy blade to defend.

But against Ye Feng’s strike that nearly equaled the “Power of Seven Balances,” the heavy blade was smashed in half, and the Spirit Origin Clock, carrying fragments of the shattered blade, continued its assault, pinning the leader of the Heixuan Gate against the rock wall.

This executioner who had blood-sacrificed his whole Heixuan Gate ultimately fell here, three hundred meters underground.

“No!”

The eyes of the Great Elder of the Tyrant Blade Sect turned bloodshot.

He fiercely stabbed his broadsword into the ground and swallowed a red elixir, his hair wildly flying while his whole aura was unleashed. His muscles explosively grew, and his body sprouted grey wolf fur, turning him into the image of a towering werewolf.

“I will kill you!”

The Great Elder of the Tyrant Blade Sect raised his broadsword and aimed a chop at Ye Feng’s head.

“Sect Master Ye, be careful!”

The cultivators, who had already become avid fans of Ye Feng, quickly alerted him, their eyes filled with concern.

Without the Spirit Origin Clock at hand, Ye Feng could only take out the nicked broadsword he obtained from the Heixuan Gate from the System Space and block with it in front of him.

Clang!

Ye Feng realized that the power of the Great Elder of the Tyrant Blade Sect had unexpectedly surged to five times that of Brother Flathead, not much less than his own.

“Sect Master Ye, this seems to be ‘Half-Demonic Transformation,’ a method by which a member of the Human Race becomes half demon. It can make one as powerful as a Demi-transformed Demon Beast, and the defense is remarkably strong as well,” a young girl cultivator dressed in red quickly warned.

“Oh, thanks for that!”

Ye Feng suddenly understood, and with a powerful jolt, he threw off the Great Elder of the Tyrant Blade Sect. Holding the nicked broadsword, he kept swinging, but all his attacks were blocked by his opponent.

“I didn’t want to take the ‘Demonic Transformation Elixir’ so soon, it was all your doing!” The Great Elder of the Tyrant Blade Sect was like a humanoid beast, only capable of brute-force attacks.

Ye Feng’s gaze sharpened as he grasped the key.

He glanced at the Spirit Origin Clock laying behind the Great Elder of the Tyrant Blade Sect, leaped into the air above him, and as he passed over the Great Elder, he brought the broadsword slashing down, which the Great Elder deflected with a horizontal strike.

“Pathetic tricks… huh?”

The Great Elder of the Tyrant Blade Sect was about to scoff when he suddenly realized that Ye Feng had landed behind him and picked up the indestructible Spirit Origin Clock.

“Seal!”

Ye Feng enlarged the Spirit Origin Clock to two meters in height and covered the Great Elder of the Tyrant Blade Sect from above at lightning-fast speed, trapping him inside.

Within the Spirit Origin Clock.

The Great Elder of the Tyrant Blade Sect kept striking, but he couldn’t breach the defense, and what’s more, a strange sealing force descended, making him feel sleepy. He was about to succumb to slumber.

But just then, the Spirit Origin Clock suddenly sprang upwards, allowing the Great Elder of the Tyrant Blade Sect to see the scene before him again. Before he could rejoice, however, a chilling sensation overcame him.

At this moment.

Ye Feng and the Great Elder of the Tyrant Blade Sect passed by each other.

Accompanied by a glint of bright blade light, the Great Elder of the Tyrant Blade Sect sensed impending doom, pressing his hands to his neck only to feel a burning heat.

“So… so powerful!”

The Great Elder of the Tyrant Blade Sect clutched his throat, his pupils starting to dilate.