The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1240: Myriad Clans Fusion Secret Technique

Chapter 1240: Chapter 1240: Myriad Clans Fusion Secret Technique

"How terrifying it must be to see ten thousand Hunting Tribe Chiefs, when just one is this horrifying?"

"It’s said that the ten great Chiefs are even more terrifying."

"Then aren’t we doomed?"

Strong individuals from all realms felt as though they were plunging into an abyss.

"Don’t we still have Sect Master Ye?"

"He just killed the Chief of the Hunting Tribe in a flash. His strength must have broken through to the Hundred Tribulations Realm, right?"

"Even if not, he is very close."

Everyone was shocked once more, and the discussions buzzed with excited voices.

Meanwhile.

The Prestige Points of Misty Sect surged once again.

In the Three Thousand Great Worlds, each world is inhabited by innumerable creatures, and even if only a tiny fraction of each world truly acknowledges Misty Sect, they could contribute a terrifying amount of Prestige Points.

Thirty trillion!

Forty trillion!

Fifty trillion!

The Prestige Points grew explosively in a short period, reaching a horrific eighty trillion!

And it was still rising.

At this rate, it would soon break through one hundred trillion.

In front of the Burial Ground.

Ye Feng stood there, looking at the Chief of the Hunting Tribe who had just returned to being an Ancient Coffin, and said:

"You resurrect once, I kill you once."

He sat cross-legged right there, blocking the exit of the Burial Ground with his own strength, his eyes filled with a cold indifference.

"Ye Feng, how arrogant of you!"

The voice of the Chief of the Hunting Tribe, transmitted from the Ancient Coffin, was filled with anger and frustration, "Let me tell you! Within today, two more Clan Leaders will resurrect. You are as good as dead!"

"I’ll be waiting."

Ye Feng sat cross-legged on the ground, waiting quietly.

This was an excellent opportunity to earn Prestige Points – miss this village, and there would be no more shops.

"You are seeking your own death!"

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe roared.

Hum!

The two ancient coffins beside him trembled slightly as if in rage, the light on their surfaces becoming increasingly brilliant, seemingly about to emerge to kill Ye Feng.

"What tribe are these?"

Ye Feng looked towards the two ancient coffins.

On their surfaces, there were unique totems.

One was a giant axe, the other was a cleaver.

"Those are the Mad Axe Tribe Chief and the Heaven Severing Tribe Chief. They are both stronger than me. You’re dead for sure!"

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe laughed loudly.

"So, do they have the Hundred Tribulations Realm?"

Ye Feng asked seriously.

The voice of the Chief of the Hunting Tribe stopped abruptly.

The trembling Mad Axe Tribe Chief and Heaven Severing Tribe Chief immediately calmed down as if they were frightened.

"Scared?"

Ye Feng smiled.

"We, the Clan Leaders of the Myriad Clans, are undying and indestructible. How could we possibly be afraid? Fellow Clan Leaders, I have just slain a Supreme Saint, a Heavenly Saint, and several Saint Manifestations of the Human Race, accumulating quite a bit of power. I can resurrect once more in a short time. How about we hunt down this man together later?"

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe spoke again.

"Yes!"

Voices came from the other two ancient coffins at the same time.

Outside.

Everyone was watching the fight.

One hour later.

The Ancient Coffin the Chief of the Hunting Tribe had become shattered, turning into a Bone Spear that he grasped in his hand.

From then on.

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe had returned.

He stood in the void, holding the Bone Spear, his gaze icy, while the two ancient coffins beside him were cracking open, revealing a jagged giant axe and a notched cleaver.

The next moment.

Two burly men appeared, each over two meters tall, wielding the giant axe and the cleaver respectively, none other than the Mad Axe Tribe Chief and the Heaven Severing Tribe Chief.

"Three Peak Supreme Saints!"

Ye Feng saw them and chuckled, "Do you wish to be slain by me at the entrance of the Burial Ground, or shall we take it outside?"

"Arrogance!"

"We have a combined secret technique, killing you will be as easy as flipping a palm."

"Ye Feng, you’re in for a world of hurt!"

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe, the Mad Axe Tribe Chief, and the Heaven Severing Tribe Chief spoke one after another.

Their momentum began to fuse.

In just the span of a breath, the three of them merged into a giant three meters tall with Three Heads and Six Arms, wielding a giant axe, cleaver, and bone spear.

The furious momentum instantly pressed towards Ye Feng.

"There’s such a secret technique?"

"The Myriad Clans are too terrifying, aren’t they?"

"If all the Clan Leaders of the Myriad Clans could fuse together, wouldn’t they become the most fearsome powerhouses in the world?"

"How are we supposed to fight this?"

The cultivators from all realms had a look of shock on their faces.

"Interesting, a perfect fusion of strength. Although there is no additional amplification, being able to combine the power of three people into one is quite an impressive secret technique."

Ye Feng commended.

"We’ll see if you can still smile after this!"

The Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans with three heads and six arms instantly launched an attack, arriving in front of Ye Feng. The Bone Spear thrust forward while the giant axe and cleaver swung wildly, all containing horrifying power.

"You are still very weak."

Ye Feng stretched out his hand and threw three punches, almost simultaneously breaking the giant axe, Bone Spear, and cleaver.

"What!"

The complexion of the Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans with three heads and six arms greatly changed.

After fusing together, their combined strength was six to seven times that of a peak Supreme Saint. Still, they couldn’t withstand a single move from Ye Feng, and they were defeated instantly.

"Roll back to the Burial Ground!"

Ye Feng quickly punched, causing the body of the Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans with three heads and six arms to collapse, revealing their souls.

"Ye Feng, you wait for me!"

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe shouted angrily.

Ye Feng remained silent, slapping with one palm. The souls of the three Clan Leaders of the Myriad Clans all shattered, turning into a stream of light that surged into the Burial Ground, re-forming into three Ancient Coffins.

With this, the battle concluded.

From the moment the three Clan Leaders fused and fought, to the point where Ye Feng sent them back to their coffin state, it took less than ten breaths’ time.

"Ye Feng!"

"Tomorrow, three new Clan Leaders will be revived, each stronger than the last."

"From now on, every day, two to three Clan Leaders will be born. Eventually, you will encounter an existence you cannot shake and be completely destroyed!"

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe made another fierce statement.

"Rain or shine, I’ll be waiting for you at the crossroads."

Ye Feng said so.

"Hehe, you really are arrogant! It’s my first time encountering someone like you who dares to block our Myriad Clans’ Clan Leaders. I don’t know whether to call you brave or foolish."

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe was quite furious.

"Stop the nonsense, recover your Origin! I’ll wait for you to recover, then blow you up again."

Ye Feng grinned.

"You... are infuriating me as well!"

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe inside the coffin gritted his teeth in anger.

"Enough babbling!"

"Keep recovering. After all, we Clan Leaders of the Myriad Clans are Undying and Indestructible existences. Just wait a few more days, once we gather more than ten Clan Leaders, we’ll go and kill again."

The Mad Axe Tribe Chief and Heaven Severing Tribe Chief spoke in succession.

"That’s true."

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe realized this point.

Time ticked by slowly.

The Three Thousand Realms.

Countless powerhouses were inspired by Ye Feng.

Some of them in the Supreme Saint Realm immediately rushed to the depths of the Starry Sky.

Soon after.

They arrived near the Burial Ground, following the path left by Ye Feng to reach the entrance and exit of the Burial Ground.

"Sect Master Ye!"

"We’ve come to lend you a helping hand."

More than ten Supreme Saints appeared.

Including Ye Feng’s acquaintance from the Nantian Sword Sect, Sword Saint Yuexi, who once ranked one hundredth on the Power God Ranking.

"The Clan Leaders of the Myriad Clans are very strong, with even the weakest among them, the Chief of the Hunting Tribe, being twice as powerful as a peak Supreme Saint and capable of facing many foes alone. It’s too dangerous for you to come here."

Ye Feng shook his head.

"Don’t worry, Sect Master Ye. We’ll form a grand formation, and relying on the power of the Formation, we can hold back one Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans without a problem," they said.

"That’s right!"

"The Three Thousand Realms are the Human Race’s place of existence, how could we allow ourselves to be enslaved by those brutal Myriad Clans?"

"We Cultivators, fear not the battle!"

The ten or so Supreme Saints present all spoke out, their fighting spirit high, unwilling to hide in the Sect, watching Ye Feng fight alone.

"Be careful."

Seeing everyone’s high fighting spirit and their determination to fight to the death, Ye Feng couldn’t say much more without affecting morale.

"A bunch of Saints, mere ants!"

"Killing you all is as easy as flipping my hand."

"Are you coming here to deliver yourselves to us?"

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe, Mad Axe Tribe Chief, and Heaven Severing Tribe Chief mocked in turn.