The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

The Great Worlds.

The crowd was still immersed in sorrow.

Suddenly, they noticed the light curtain in the sky and saw Ye Feng battling fiercely on the Myriad Clans Continent against an upgraded version of the Tianxiang Battle General.

Witnessing this scene.

Countless people were moved to tears.

Since the emergence of the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain, innumerable powerful beings in the Three Thousand Realms had gone into hiding—not daring to hunt the Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans, nor standing up for the weak.

Only Ye Feng and the Ten Directions Saint Emperor dared to enter the Myriad Clans Continent and take vengeance on their behalf.

In an instant, countless people were deeply moved.

"Sect Master Ye, slay him!"

"From today onwards, I vow to worship Sect Master Ye for life, forever standing by his side!"

"Believe in Sect Master Ye, and attain immortality!"

Some cultivators roared aloud.

Especially those from worlds like the Tianshu Realm and the Longyang Realm that were recently devastated by the Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans; the surviving cultivators there clenched their fists, their faces filled with anger.

At this moment.

Ye Feng seemed to sense the collective resolve of the people; his heartbeat quickened, his breath hitched.

He felt a strange energy!

It surged wildly within him.

It felt as though it was about to erupt from his body, transform into a primordial giant beast, and proclaim its existence.

"What is this energy?"

Ye Feng was astonished.

But right now, amidst a deadly duel, he had no time to investigate this odd sensation. Quickly, he leaped aside to avoid the heavy saber's slash from the Tianxiang Battle General before delivering a powerful punch.

BANG!

The Tianxiang Battle General was forced back but remained completely unharmed, wielding the heavy saber once again and slashing at Ye Feng.

The battle resumed with renewed viciousness!

"Frenzy Power Heavy Saber!"

The Tianxiang Battle General held his saber with both hands, channeling his strength into the blade and smashing it down upon Ye Feng repeatedly—its speed fast enough to shred the surrounding space.

On the ground.

Ye Feng continuously struck with both palms, forcefully resisting the terrifying heavy saber, his tiger's mouth going numb.

His physique was immensely durable.

The surface of his body was still enveloped in folded space, rendering the heavy saber unable to touch him directly. However, the powerful gravitational waves permeated through the space and reached his palms.

The sensation was excruciating.

Every time Ye Feng parried, he endured piercing pain while the battle intent in his eyes intensified.

"Ye Feng, you're doomed!"

The Tianxiang Battle General roared furiously, spinning the heavy saber multiple times in the air before hurling it down with fierce strength.

Ye Feng stomped his foot.

His figure resembled a falling leaf carried away by the spatial storm from the saber's strike, evading the attack with ease.

"Taiji Collapse!"

Taking advantage of the opening, Ye Feng lightly stepped into the void, instantly closing the distance to the Tianxiang Battle General within a meter. His hands transformed into palms, delivering a rapid series of strikes.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The palm prints hit the Tianxiang Battle General's chest, injecting energy deep within.

"Your attacks are ineffective against me!"

The Tianxiang Battle General released an overwhelming aura, raised his saber again, and slashed toward Ye Feng. The latter gracefully retreated, like an agile butterfly teasing a grounded cur.

"Taiji Collapse!"

After evading the attack, Ye Feng once again swiftly approached the Tianxiang Battle General, finding the gap in the saber-wielding motion through rapid timing. He unleashed another wave of palm strikes.

The terrifying energy seeped deeper into the adversary.

It didn't detonate right away; instead, it expanded within the Tianxiang Battle General's body, intertwining and forming a latent formation.

Once the timing was ripe, it was bound to erupt.

"Ye Feng, are you trying to tickle me?"

"Hit harder!"

The Tianxiang Battle General taunted continuously.

In the void.

Ye Feng fleetingly flashed around, effortlessly dodging the Tianxiang Battle General's offense while delivering a few more strikes and retreating hundreds of meters again.

"Being toyed with, yet clueless."

Ye Feng remarked calmly.

"Toying with me? What a joke!"

The Tianxiang Battle General swung the heavy saber violently, shattering nearby black rocks. "Your attacks mean nothing. Once I land a direct hit, you'll be obliterated instantly!"

"Wishful thinking."

Ye Feng shrugged.

"Don't believe me? Then die!" The Tianxiang Battle General suddenly appeared beside Ye Feng, swinging the heavy saber horizontally with horrifying power.

This time, Ye Feng didn't evade.

As the saber struck his body, it passed right through—and then unexpectedly gained acceleration, spinning mid-air and slamming directly onto the Tianxiang Battle General's forehead with a resounding "crack."

"How is this possible?"

The Tianxiang Battle General was stunned.

Touching his forehead, he felt the warm blood trickling down, his face filled with disbelief.

"Your attacks are ridiculously weak!"

Ye Feng mocked, "You can't even split your own skull with them. And you think this could kill me?"

"Damn it!"

The Tianxiang Battle General swung his saber at Ye Feng again, but it only passed through his figure—redirecting itself bizarrely to cut into his own body once more.

CRACK!

The Tianxiang Battle General struck his own head again, leaving it bloodied and contorted with fury.

He attacked repeatedly.

Yet every saber strike seemed to collide with a deflection force field, ending with him injuring himself.

Before long.

The Tianxiang Battle General was riddled with wounds.

In contrast, Ye Feng remained spotless in his bright white robes, his face serene.

The Great Worlds.

The crowd watching the battle had initially feared Ye Feng might be cleaved in two by the heavy saber. Yet, to their astonishment, the saber passed harmlessly through him and turned against the Tianxiang Battle General.

By now.

Ye Feng had completely controlled the fight, thoroughly playing with the Tianxiang Battle General and dominating the battlefield.

"Sect Master Ye is incredible!"

"I feel his level has surpassed the Tianxiang Battle General. Could it be that his power has skyrocketed?"

"This reminds me of something."

"Didn't Sect Master Ye mention he'd embark on a completely new path of cultivation? Back then, he was shrouded in mist, but now he's become clear and distinct once more."

"Does that mean he succeeded?"

"I've noticed I can't sense any laws or mana fluctuations from Sect Master Ye. From every perspective, he seems to be a mere mortal."

"I share the same feeling!"

Numerous cultivators were shocked.

Even the top-tier powerhouses hidden across the Great Worlds were observing the battle and realized they couldn't discern Ye Feng's essence.

No matter how they looked, he appeared to be a mortal.

Myriad Clans Continent.

Ye Feng struck several more palms onto the Tianxiang Battle General's chest, injecting the last strands of energy within.

The setup was complete.

"Ye Feng, you're nothing special! Although I can't strike you, your attacks are too weak to harm me."

The Tianxiang Battle General sneered.

As long as Ye Feng couldn't hurt him, he could stall Ye Feng indefinitely, awaiting the revival of other Clan Leaders to form new Tianxiang Battle Generals and crush Ye Feng with superior numbers.

"You're too arrogant. Taiji Collapse, erupt!"

Ye Feng formed hand seals.

Then, he pointed a finger into the void toward the Tianxiang Battle General.

"More worthless efforts… Aaah!"

Before the Tianxiang Battle General could finish his mockery, his body began exploding internally. In an instant, cracks spread across his entire exterior.

BOOM!

The Tianxiang Battle General was torn to pieces; thirty soul projections escaped, dazed and bewildered.

"What is happening?"

"Ye Feng, what did you do?"

Thirty Clan Leaders who had formed the Tianxiang Battle General were horrified, clueless as to what had happened to them.

"You've lost. Go back!"

Ye Feng waved his sleeve.

Dozens of soul projections from the Clan Leaders spiraled back violently, slamming into the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain. Once again, they transformed into thirty black ancient coffins, floating up and down.

In the void.

Ye Feng sensed a peculiar energy and extended his palm to absorb it.

This was the power originating from the Tianxiang Battle General.

After the explosion, most of it dispersed into the universe, but the portion that hadn't diffused was absorbed by Ye Feng, merging into his internal universe.

"This is what they call using battle to fuel growth?"

Ye Feng murmured.

After this battle, his microcosm had amassed energy equivalent to five Supreme Saint Realm levels.