The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1251: After Crying, You Say It’s Nothing?

The crowd was stunned.

Everyone turned their gazes to the Myriad Clans Continent.

Beside Ye Feng, a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air, dressed in tight black clothing and wearing a black gauze hat.

Who else could it be but Mo Ying?

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Figures began to emerge one after another.

With all the disciples who had been training outside now returned, the number of people behind Ye Feng had grown to over thirty thousand.

"None of them died?"

Sword Saint Yue Xi looked around, her face filled with astonishment as she recognized familiar faces like Mo Ying, Huo Yunjie, Shi Lei, and other disciples.

She was not alone in her shock; the strong cultivators from various realms were just as bewildered.

"None of them died?"

"What’s going on?"

"Did Ye Feng revive them?"

"No wonder Sect Master Ye was so composed earlier. Turns out he already had a plan. We might have misunderstood him before. If I get a chance to meet him, I must apologize!"

The crowd couldn’t help but speculate.

At the same time, when they looked again at Ye Feng, their gazes were filled with admiration, seeing him as a strategic and composed sect leader, always calm and collected no matter the circumstances.

Myriad Clans Divine Mountain.

"How is this possible?"

The coffins of the Clan Leader of the Hunting Tribe and other Myriad Clans’ clan leaders quaked uncontrollably, almost exploding on the spot.

They had expended so much origin energy, created countless clansmen, and attempted to annihilate all Misty Sect disciples—only to find every single one still alive.

Not only that, their auras remained at peak condition.

This scenario was utterly incomprehensible!

"We’ve suffered a huge loss!"

"Indeed!"

"All the life origin energy I’ve just accumulated is completely drained; now I’ll have to delay my resurrection plans again."

"What do we do next?"

"We’re doomed!"

The Clan Leader of the Hunting Tribe and others were full of frustration.

On the ground.

Ye Feng sat quietly, cross-legged.

"Sect Leader, we have returned,"

Shi Lei stood by Ye Feng’s side, cupping his fist as his eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

After the exhilarating battle, he felt his combat experience had significantly enriched, and his fighting techniques had achieved an all-around improvement. He couldn’t wait to face new battles.

"It’s good to have you back,"

Ye Feng smiled faintly and said, "Prepare to face a brand new fight next. Immerse yourselves fully and experience firsthand what true trial-by-fire combat means! Give it your all, hold nothing back."

"Yes!"

Shi Lei nodded vigorously, waved his large sleeves, and led all disciples from the first to fifth generation toward the distant Myriad Clans Divine Mountain.

"Invincible in battle!"

The disciples shouted slogans as they marched forward, forming organized groups along the way.

The Misty Sect had many combined combat formations.

Every sect disciple, without exception, had trained in these.

The newly recruited disciples, whose cultivation levels were only at Spirit Sea Realm, gathered in groups of dozens, connecting their auras to form strong combat formations.

"Coming at us again?"

The Clan Leader of the Hunting Tribe gritted his teeth.

"Slay them! Keep slaying them!"

"I refuse to believe Ye Feng can resurrect them again."

The other clan leaders roared in fury.

Boom! Boom!

Several ancient coffins trembled violently, spilling drops of soul blood onto the ground, forming Myriad Clans’ soldiers.

Their cultivation levels were at least in the Divine Origin Realm.

Among them were more than ten Four-Turn Quasi-Saints.

"Kill them all!"

The Clan Leader of the Hunting Tribe ordered coldly.

"Battle!"

Shi Lei and the disciples immediately grouped up and charged at the Myriad Clans’ troops.

The greater realms.

The crowd watched the Misty Sect disciples, so alive and vigorous, wipe the tears from the corners of their eyes before widening them.

"What’s going on?"

"I was just mourning a moment ago!"

"Exactly, how did they all come back alive? Though I’m somewhat happy, it feels odd."

The crowds couldn’t figure out what to say.

Myriad Clans Continent.

The Misty Sect disciples collided head-on with the Myriad Clans’ troops again.

This time.

Huo Yunjie did not use the Sword Drawing Technique; instead, he wielded the longsword with both hands, his body shrouded in a layer of cold Ruthless Sword Intent, cutting down Myriad Clans’ soldiers one by one.

"I want people to know that even without using the Sword Drawing Technique, my combat strength is far from weak,"

Huo Yunjie said coldly.

Behind him, Lin Yuyan and Baixue Ding followed closely, assisting by finishing off enemies or killing weaker Myriad Clans’ soldiers, their teamwork becoming increasingly seamless.

This trio was like a sharp blade.

Relentlessly, they pierced deep into the heart of the Myriad Clans’ troops.

"Your opponents are us!"

More than ten Four-Turn Quasi-Saints rushed forward, targeting Mo Ying, Long Tianxing, and Qiao Jiaxi.

"Dragon blood boiling!"

Long Tianxing instantly transformed into his True Dragon Form, then burned his own dragon blood to become a golden dragon.

Boom!

He unleashed dragon breath, stopping a Four-Turn Quasi-Saint.

"Ultimate Fast Sword!"

Mo Ying also joined the fray, her sword moving tens of thousands of times in an instant, forcing the remaining Four-Turn Quasi-Saints back.

"Formation!"

Shi Lei roared.

All Divine Origin Realm and Spirit Sea Realm disciples swiftly took their positions, sitting cross-legged with hands forming seals. Brilliant rays of light surged skyward, creating a magnificent scene.

Buzz!

A massive protective shield emerged, covering the Misty Sect disciples. Several Four-Turn Quasi-Saints attacked with full force, attempting to shatter the two-thousand-disciple formation.

"Heavenly Sword Kill!"

Shi Lei controlled the formation, wielding Ma Liang’s Brush to inscribe a bold and sharp "Sword" character.

A surge of light flowed into the character, turning it into an incisive Heavenly Sword that slashed toward the charging Four-Turn Quasi-Saints.

Screech!

The arms of several Four-Turn Quasi-Saints were severed.

They were flung into the air, unable to contend with the formation.

"Ruthless Sword Kill!"

Huo Yunjie seized the moment, leaping high into the air and striking a crippled Four-Turn Quasi-Saint from behind. His longsword slashed fiercely.

The Four-Turn Quasi-Saint was instantly split in two.

Boom!

His lifeless body crashed to the ground.

"Dragon King’s Fury!"

The golden dragon that was Long Tianxing soared upward, his fists turning into dazzling golden hues, repeatedly pummeling another crippled Four-Turn Quasi-Saint until his body shattered.

"Super God Fist!"

Qiao Jiaxi ascended into the sky, delivering a punch that pierced through the third crippled Four-Turn Quasi-Saint.

Mo Ying took her turn.

With one strike, two more injured Four-Turn Quasi-Saints lost their lives, their motionless bodies falling heavily onto the ground.

"Heavenly Sword Kill!"

Shi Lei once again anchored the formation, combining the reality-altering power of Ma Liang’s Brush with the formation to produce another overwhelming sword beam slicing through the air.

Witnessing this, the remaining Four-Turn Quasi-Saints instinctively dodged.

"Imprison with drawn earth!"

Shi Lei wielded his brush again.

The ground erupted.

Countless vines grew wildly, entangling the few remaining Four-Turn Quasi-Saints.

Right afterward.

The terrifying sword beam slashed down.

Screech!

The trapped Four-Turn Quasi-Saints were all severed before being finished off by Long Tianxing and others, completely annihilated.

"Damn it!"

"Why have Misty Sect disciples improved their combat experience so much, and with their reliance on formations, they’re crushing countless of our troops—unbearable!"

"What should we do now?"

"Deploy Saint Realm elite soldiers!"

In the end, the Clan Leader of the Hunting Tribe decided to gamble everything.

His ancient coffin trembled intensely, then erupted with dazzling radiance, forming a slender figure holding a bone spear.

This was a member of the Hunting Tribe.

However, his cultivation level was at the Saint Entry stage.

As soon as he appeared, the Saint Realm pressure swept across the battlefield, blasting Shi Lei, Mo Ying, and others away and shattering the formation of tens of thousands of disciples.

"They’ve deployed a Saint Realm cultivator!"

"This isn’t a battle among the younger generation anymore."

"No matter how strong Misty Sect is, could they possibly have Saint Realm disciples? The Myriad Clans clan leaders have no honor; it’s despicable!"

Cultivators from various worlds cursed furiously.

"Die!"

The Saint Realm Hunting Tribe member opened his cold eyes. With a flicker of his body, he appeared before Mo Ying.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

In an instant, Mo Ying swung her sword tens of thousands of times, forming an impenetrable shield of sword Qi.

Yet, with just one jab of the bone spear.

Mo Ying’s sword Qi shield was ripped apart, her entire body pierced through. As the bone spear vibrated violently, her form disintegrated into nothingness.

"Senior Sister Mo!"

The crowd roared.

"You’ll all die!"

The Saint Realm Hunting Tribe member sneered sinisterly, brandishing his bone spear. Within two moves, he had pierced through Qiao Jiaxi and Long Tianxing, shattering them.

From that point on, he wreaked havoc unchallenged.

Neither Huo Yunjie, Shi Lei, nor Wang Ping’an stood a chance against him.

In just ten breaths of time.

Only a few hundred Misty Sect disciples remained alive.