The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1250: Everyone’s Incomprehension

"Sister, we’ll carve you a path!"

Qiao Jiaxi and Long Tianxing, merged into the Golden Giant, spoke in unison, sitting on the war chariot left behind by Shi Lei, coordinating with the war general on the chariot, preparing to break out.

"Roar!"

A familiar sound suddenly came from the nearby melee, drawing everyone’s attention.

A pile of Myriad Clans’ corpses.

Boom!

It suddenly burst open, and a figure covered in barbs stood up, its wise little eyes filled with brilliant cold light, its body shimmering with streaks of chilly radiance.

"Brother Flathead!"

"Wasn’t it killed in battle?"

Mo Ying and the Golden Giant exclaimed in surprise.

Myriad Clans Continent.

Sword Saint Yuexi was also surprised by this scene and looked towards Ye Feng, saying, "I clearly saw earlier that your Sect’s Brother Flathead was beaten to death by a mob. How come he’s not dead?"

"It’s not easy for it to die."

Ye Feng said.

During the outbreak of the great battle, many Spiritual Beasts were besieged to death, and Brother Flathead was also badly beaten and fell to the ground, looking as if it was dead.

But its vitality was incredibly tenacious!

After being unconscious for half an hour, it actually woke up.

Its incarnation could even absorb the power of the Myriad Clans’ Clansmen, returning to its peak state.

"Roar!"

Brother Flathead trod on the pile of Myriad Clans’ corpses, standing on high ground, overlooking the surviving Myriad Clans’ Clansmen below with a mocking curve on its lips.

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It trod with heavy steps and began to kill again.

"Kill!"

The Golden Giant also started to fight fiercely.

The war chariot and war general left by Shi Lei charged in the front, crushing many powerful beings.

Mo Ying followed closely behind.

With a single thrust of her sword, she could kill several Myriad Clans’ Clansmen, compressing their space to survive.

All three of them were now in their peak states.

These Myriad Clans’ Clansmen, the strongest only at the Quasi-Saint Level, were not a match for Mo Ying, who was as strong as an Eight-Star King, and were slain within a few exchanges.

"What do we do?"

"Our clansmen are almost all killed."

"Fear not, continue to exhaust Soul Blood and create our own Myriad Clans’ people!"

The Clan Leaders of the Myriad Clans discussed amongst themselves.

"Let me do it."

The Ancient Coffin where the Demonic Vine Tribe Chieftain was located vibrated slightly, and another drop of Soul Blood flew out, landing on the ground to form ten Demon Vine Tribespeople whose Cultivation Level had reached the Four-Turn Quasi-Saint Level.

They were over two meters tall.

They were covered in barbs.

In each hand, they wielded a Long Spear.

"This is going to be a tough battle!"

The Golden Giant roared, fighting three Four-Turn Quasi-Saints alone, its aura growing stronger as if it could tear apart heaven and earth.

In another battlefield.

Mo Ying fought against six Four-Turn Quasi-Saints alone.

Brother Flathead was being battered by the last Four-Turn Quasi-Saint, but it stubbornly resisted the pressure due to its thick skin, refusing to fall.

The war chariot and war general were clearing the battlefield.

All those Myriad Clans that were not fully dead were crushed by them.

"Ultimate Fast Sword!"

Mo Ying unleashed her full combat power, with one person and one sword, she managed to produce the effect of a billion swords from one, and countless sharp Sword Qi slashed out, forcing the six Four-Turn Quasi-Saints in front of her to retreat.

But that was not enough!

She pressed on with vigorous attacks, and amidst the chaos of swordplay, she finally chopped her enemies into pieces, successfully resolving the primary threat.

"Divine Dragon Fist!"

The Golden Giant roared, its arms wrapped by a golden True Dragon, stubbornly resisting the Long Spear thrusts of two of the Demonic Vine Tribe Four-Turn Quasi-Saints, and burst the head of a third opponent.

"Backstab!"

Suddenly, Mo Ying’s voice rang out.

The two Demonic Vine Tribe Four-Turn Quasi-Saints who used Long Spears to penetrate the Golden Giant felt a chilling sensation on their scalps, turning around rapidly, only to find themselves impaled by Mo Ying’s sword.

Rip!

Mo Ying forcefully cleaved, slaughtering the two Four-Turn Quasi-Saints and stood silently aside.

Not far away.

Brother Flathead continued its fierce battle.

The two seemed evenly matched, neither able to kill the other.

"That female disciple is named Mo Ying."

"She really is strong!"

"To kill six Four-Turn Quasi-Saints that fast, her combat prowess is truly terrifying beyond compare."

Powerful beings from all over set their sights on Mo Ying.

In their eyes, if this female disciple were not to perish, she could become a phenomenally unprecedented female Sword Saint in the future.

"Kill!"

The Golden Giant lunged towards the last Four-Turn Quasi-Saint, trying to eradicate him, but was pushed aside by Brother Flathead.

Then.

Brother Flathead resumed battling its opponent.

"This!"

The Golden Giant’s mouth twitched.

The powerful beings from all over were also stunned.

Brother Flathead actually refused help?

Myriad Clans Divine Mountain.

Many Clan Leaders were furious.

"Demonic Vine Tribe Chieftain, why are your Demon Vine Tribespeople so weak? They are also Quasi-Saints, yet they were easily slaughtered by a mere woman."

"What semblance of order is this?"

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe and others snorted coldly.

"Dissatisfied?" sneered the chieftain of the Demon Vine Tribe, "Why don’t each of you send a Four-Turn Quasi-Saint from your tribes then!"

"Send, we will!"

The leaders of the Hunting Tribe and others immediately gathered their Origin energy, each condensing a clansman of their own tribe, all of them at the Four-Turn Quasi-Saint level.

Dozens of clan leaders corresponded to dozens of Four-Turn Quasi-Saints.

They charged out of the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain, instantly destroying the war chariots and war generals left by Shi Lei, and furiously launched an assault towards Mo Ying, the Golden Giant, and Brother Flathead.

On the ground.

The great battle erupted once again.

Mo Ying, being besieged by over twenty Four-Turn Quasi-Saints, could not hold off their ferocious attacks despite her swift sword speed, beginning to show wounds on her body.

In another battle group.

Brother Flathead, surrounded by six Four-Turn Quasi-Saints, was covered in wounds, one arm even torn off.

But, it refused to admit defeat.

"Rooooar!"

Brother Flathead clenched one Four-Turn Quasi-Saint’s neck with its teeth, refusing to let go, its eyes glaring wide at its opponent, causing the latter to feel a chill down their spine.

They had never seen such a tenacious opponent!

"Slice it apart!"

The six Four-Turn Quasi-Saints burst forth with peak combat power, and ultimately dismembered Brother Flathead, blowing it up completely.

In the distant battle group.

The Golden Giant, fighting alone against a dozen Four-Turn Quasi-Saints, whilst his physique was strong, was also injured.

"Even if I die, I’m taking a few of you with me!"

The Golden Giant roared, his punch exploding the head of a Four-Turn Quasi-Saint, his body beginning to swell, and then blasted apart with a boom.

Boom!

A dreadful surge swept through.

The surrounding dozen or so Four-Turn Quasi-Saints were either killed or wounded by the explosion, none at their peak combat strength.

In the central battle group.

Mo Ying was being besieged.

Her gaze was utterly cold.

"Sword Dao Eternal!"

Mo Ying suddenly transformed into a beam of light, merging with the sword in her hand, causing it to rapidly evolve into a white lotus with dozens of petals.

The next moment.

The lotus blossomed.

Each petal was a terrifying blade of Sword Qi, cutting down those dozens of Four-Turn Quasi-Saints. Even in death, Mo Ying took with her the dozens of formidable foes she fought against.

With that, the battle ended.

On the battlefield of the Myriad Clans Continent, corpses were strewn everywhere.

But not a single one belonged to a disciple or Spiritual Beast of the Misty Sect; they had completely dissipated after their fall.

The wind howled.

The ambiance on the scene carried a somber heroism.

"All dead?"

Mighty beings from all realms sighed with grief.

Some had long been weeping uncontrollably.

They had no idea that the tens of thousands of valiant Misty Sect disciples who just battled were merely incarnations!

"Indeed."

Ye Feng observed this scene, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

Tens of thousands of disciples sacrificed in total annihilation, successfully slaying batch after batch of the Myriad Clans’ clansmen, thereby depleting a great amount of the Clan Leaders’ Origin energy.

Even the Four-Turn Quasi-Saint level high-ranking clansmen of the Myriad Clans were cut down by the dozens.

"Good?"

Sword Saint Yuexi beside him felt like crying.

Tens of thousands of Misty Sect disciples had died, and Ye Feng showed not even a hint of sorrow, instead appearing pleased.

Is this... still a human being?

Not only she, but mighty beings from all realms also looked towards Ye Feng, finding him far too indifferent, failing to understand him in their hearts.

...

Misty Sect, War Expedition Gate.

"Hiss!"

Shi Lei’s Primordial Spirit returned to his body, feeling immense pain, his body uncontrollably trembling.

"It hurts, it hurts so much!"

The other disciples also let out screams like slaughtering pigs.

Half an hour later.

The crowd finally came to their senses, immediately sitting cross-legged on the ground, reflecting on the recent battle, feeling that their experience had been enriched, and their understanding of Divine Techniques had also deepened.

"Haha!"

"What a move, the Madman Sword Drawing Technique!"

"Brilliant!"

Huo Yunjie, with his longsword on his back, his eyes shining bright, looked around at the people, "Junior brothers and sisters, have you recovered? If you feel the state is good, let’s continue the campaign!"

"Yes!"

Everyone nodded.

They absorbed the Misty Sect’s nature’s spiritual energy, quickly replenishing themselves, and returned to their peak again.

Then, their energy was once again drained by the War Expedition Gate.

Their consciousness gradually drifted into slumber.

...

Myriad Clans Continent.

"Ye Feng, now that your entire sect is down to just you, how does it feel to be the sole survivor?" ridiculed the Chief of the Hunting Tribe.

"Who says our Misty Sect only has the Sect Leader left?"

A cold voice suddenly rang out, immediately drawing the attention of the entire field.