The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

"Can you escape?"

The Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect shouted furiously, forming a hand seal. Beneath his feet appeared a massive Sun and Moon Light Wheel, unleashing billions of chilling rays that slashed outward like swords.

In the next moment.

The fleeing Centaur Tribe members were all cleaved in two, their vitality power drained completely, causing a rain of blood to descend upon the Longyang Realm.

"It's the Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect!"

"Look!"

"Sect Master Ye has arrived as well."

"And even the Ten Directions Saint Emperor! His injuries seem to have healed—he must have sought out Sect Master Ye earlier. No wonder he recovered so swiftly."

On the ground.

Countless survivors looked up at the three figures hovering in the sky and quickly knelt down, kowtowing in gratitude.

Had it not been for them, ninety percent of the beings in the Longyang Realm would have been massacred by the Centaur Tribe.

"Thank you, Sect Master Ye!"

"Thank you, Grand Elder!"

The crowd voiced their thanks repeatedly.

"Live well!"

Ye Feng said these words to the people. With a wave of his sleeve, he unleashed a torrent of life force, washing over the Longyang Realm below and instantly healing the injured.

In the next moment.

An ocean of prestige points surged forth.

Disregarding the notification sound ringing in his mind, Ye Feng hurriedly gathered the Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect, the Ten Directions Saint Emperor, and others to head toward the next afflicted Great Thousand World.

They didn't split up.

For two reasons.

First, compared to Ye Feng, the Ten Directions Saint Emperor and the Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect were far slower.

By the time they reached the next world, Ye Feng could have reached ten.

Second, there were too many hidden crises!

If the three separated, both the Grand Elder and the Ten Directions Saint Emperor could potentially be assassinated by Situ Ding lurking in the shadows.

It was safer to stick with Ye Feng.

Meanwhile, they could still play key roles during critical moments.

"Let's go to the next world."

Ye Feng led the two forward.

Their speed was astonishing.

Especially with Ye Feng having established a miniature universe, his mastery over the power of space had reached perfection. Paired with the Heavenly Venerable divine ability, "Leaping Step", his speed alone was comparable to a cultivator at the twentieth layer of the Hundred Tribulations Realm.

Whoosh, whoosh!

In no time, the trio arrived at another Great Thousand World.

"Hahaha, exhilarating!"

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe was slaughtering wildly here. His body had fully solidified, clearly having absorbed enough energy, and was preparing to move to the next world.

Yet, at that moment.

Three figures emerged out of thin air.

"Ye… Ye Feng!"

Seeing the figure leading them, an instinctive fear stemming deep within his soul overtook the Chief of the Hunting Tribe.

"Indeed, it's me!"

Ye Feng looked coldly at the Chief and waved his sleeve. A storm imbued with terrifying power erupted, instantly shredding the Chief into pieces.

"Do not spare the others, either."

Ye Feng scanned the surroundings.

In the void.

Countless members of the Hunting Tribe were fleeing in desperation, hoping to vanish into the depths of the starry sky to propagate.

But fate denied their escape.

The Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect quickly pursued, and with a single palm strike, obliterated the fleeing tribe members into dust.

On the ground.

The cultivators of this Great Thousand World knelt in gratitude, overwhelmed with relief and joy for surviving the catastrophe.

Some even broke down in tears.

"Live well!"

"As long as you live, there is hope."

Ye Feng uttered these words, waving his arm to scatter life force, healing the injured cultivators below. Then, he continued his advance toward the depths of the starry sky.

Tianshu Realm.

"Hahaha, exhilarating!"

The Winged People Race Chief stood with his hands behind his back, surveying the Tianshu Realm below. Seeing that fifty percent of its inhabitants had been annihilated, his eyes gleamed with delight.

Within his body surged immense energy.

A portion was allocated for his recovery, while the excess was transmitted to the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain via a secret technique, cultivating golden flowers brimming with boundless energy atop the mountain.

"Hahaha!"

"With these energy-infused golden flowers, I can achieve rapid recovery in a short amount of time. I can even unleash more powerful secret techniques."

The Winged People Race Chief laughed loudly.

"Oh, is that so?"

A cold voice suddenly rang out.

Recognizing the familiar tone, the Winged People Race Chief instantly flapped his three pairs of wings and tore apart space, fleeing far away.

He knew—his nightmare had come!

"Trying to run?"

"Die for me!"

Ye Feng grabbed him with one large hand, pinning him to his original spot. With just a slight grip, the Chief experienced excruciating pain, his face contorted in agony.

Nearby.

The Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect was meticulously clearing the aftermath, slaying all the Winged People Tribe members trying to escape.

Not long after.

Only the Winged People Race Chief remained alive at this location, but he was violently tormented by Ye Feng, enduring soul-crushing pain as his screams echoed relentlessly.

"Slaughtering in my absence—unforgivable!"

Ye Feng declared coldly.

"Heh heh heh..."

The Chief sneered, coughing up blood. His face twisted as he spat out, "Ye Feng, if you dare show up at the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain, Situ Ding will undoubtedly kill you!"

"Is that so?"

Ye Feng remained expressionless. "Starting today, I will station myself at the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain. Anyone who shows up—I will slaughter! Even Situ Ding can't stop me!"

"Arrogant brat!"

The Chief sneered again. "Even you are no match for us now. Let me tell you the truth—you're too late! We've already devoured enough energy to unleash the upgraded Heavenly Constellation Fusion Technique."

"Heh heh heh!"

"Killing you will be as easy as crushing an insect!"

Suddenly.

The Winged People Race Chief widened his eyes in rage and self-destructed. Yet, before the explosion's shockwave could spread, Ye Feng slapped him into a cloud of mist.

On the ground.

The few remaining inhabitants of the Tianshu Realm peered into the sky, their eyes filled with terror, confusion, and sorrow.

"Sigh!"

Ye Feng gazed at these helpless people and sighed silently before turning his attention to the depths of the universe.

In this world.

There were more than a dozen Hundred Tribulations Realm cultivators.

Each of them possessed the power to save the lives of these Great Thousand World inhabitants. Yet, none of them had taken action.

Ye Feng didn't understand why this was so.

All he knew was that he had to save these people—not for the prestige points, but because he couldn't stand the unprovoked slaughter inflicted by the strong upon the weak.

"Kill!"

Ye Feng darted toward the starry sky once more.

In merely one day.

Dozens of Myriad Clans leaders from the Myriad Clans Continent were hunted down by Ye Feng and his companions, their souls returned to the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain.

At the same time.

Ye Feng set foot on the Myriad Clans Continent once again.

"Cowards of the Myriad Clans, come out and face your death!"

Ye Feng stood on the ground and roared toward the towering Myriad Clans Divine Mountain in the distance, his eyes brimming with killing intent.

Beside him.

The Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect and the Ten Directions Saint Emperor quietly stood, emanating a terrifying aura that sealed off the Myriad Clans Continent.

"Ye Feng, are you seeking death?"

"Our Thunder Emperor is currently strategizing with Situ Ding and others, and they will soon return. When that happens, killing you will be a mere flick of the hand."

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe laughed madly.

"So much nonsense—get out here and face your death!"

Ye Feng folded his hands behind his back and strode forward, his overwhelming aura crashing heavily onto the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain, causing its surface to tremble continuously.

"Charge out!"

"Use the upgraded Heavenly Constellation Fusion Technique to crush Ye Feng!"

"Understood!"

Thirty of the strongest clan leaders revealed their true forms and began to merge.

Simultaneously.

On the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain.

Dozens of golden flowers naturally wilted, their vast energies funneling into the bodies of the merging thirty leaders, sending their aura skyrocketing severalfold.

Moments later.

A brand-new Tianxiang Battle General emerged from the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain, bathed entirely in radiant golden light.

In his hands, he wielded a colossal blade!

It appeared heavy as countless worlds!

"Hundred Tribulations Realm, fourth layer?"

Ye Feng stared at the newly formed Tianxiang Battle General, his eyes flashing with cold intent and a trace of solemnity.

"Need me to step in?"

The Ten Directions Saint Emperor stepped forward.

"No need. With my strength alone, I can annihilate this Tianxiang Battle General." Ye Feng shook his head.

"You arrogant fool!"

The Tianxiang Battle General sneered, gripping his massive blade in both hands. Enveloped in terrifying might, he swung it mercilessly toward Ye Feng.

[PS: Supplementary update!]