The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1260: The Domineering Ming Emperor

"Sect Master of Mingwang Holy Sect, Ming Emperor!"

Ye Feng looked toward the shadowy figure, his tone heavy.

"Ye Feng, you killed my Great Elder, the Ming King. Do you dare to admit this?"

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar questioned coldly.

His voice resounded, shaking the realms.

The Ming King... dead?

A surge of shock swept through everyone’s hearts.

As the one who once ranked twenty-fifth on the Power God Ranking, the Ming King was undeniably formidable.

Previously, the Mingwang Holy Sect had been strictly enforcing silence, and only Xuanzhou knew of this matter.

But today,

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar appeared, revealing this shocking news. It was only now that cultivators across the Three Thousand Realms learned that the Ming King had fallen!

"The Ming King wasn’t killed by me, but by my subordinate, Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate. Still, I ordered him to strike, so it’s basically the same."

Ye Feng faced the Ming Emperor’s Avatar head-on, his voice clear.

"Whether you killed him or your Misty Sect’s Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate did, this matter demands blood for blood!" The Ming Emperor’s Avatar said coldly.

"And then what?" Ye Feng asked.

"Hand over Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate, who killed the Ming King, to me for punishment. Otherwise, I will suppress both you and Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate together and deliver final judgment."

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar was domineering.

"I refuse both options."

Ye Feng shook his head. "Because the Ming King deserved to die—for crimes worthy of death a thousand times over!"

Upon hearing this, the entire scene fell into dead silence.

Many present didn’t understand why Ye Feng would say this. Only certain cultivators from Xuanzhou knew the truth behind this and glared at the Ming Emperor’s Avatar with fury in their eyes.

"The Ming King deserved to die?"

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar sneered, about to speak.

Suddenly,

Ye Feng waved his hand, and a vast screen of light appeared mid-air, displaying a scene encountered earlier in Qianlong Ancient City within Xuanzhou.

In the projection,

It was atop the walls of Qianlong Ancient City.

The Ming King, along with several Envoys of the Gods, were conspiring to continue stirring chaos across the major worlds. Then, amidst the turmoil, they planned retaliation against various prominent powers, seizing the corpses of elite geniuses.

With these corpses, they intended to construct the Ming Clan Army.

Finally, their strategy was obvious: divide the spoils.

Upon witnessing this, anger flashed in everyone’s eyes. One by one, they turned to the Ming Emperor’s Avatar hovering in the air.

"Hahaha!"

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar laughed heartily. "I was wondering what this was about—turns out it’s just you revealing the orders I issued. But, so what?"

These words utterly enraged the crowd.

"Damn the Ming Emperor!"

"Slaying us, then asking ’So what?’ Such audacity and arrogance!"

"He treats us like we’re no more than livestock!"

"This bastard!"

All cultivators across the realms burned with fury.

Especially those factions once targeted by them—those cultivators clenched their fists, their faces livid, wishing they could storm the Mingwang Holy Sect immediately.

"It seems you don’t deny this matter."

Ye Feng said gravely, retracting the light screen.

"Deny? Unnecessary! Everything I do, I do openly. Those ant-like cultivators, refined into the Ming Clan Army to awaken their latent potential—that’s a fortune they wouldn’t achieve even over ten lifetimes!"

With his hands behind his back, the Ming Emperor’s Avatar laughed.

"Too arrogant!"

"What a tyrant he is!"

The cultivators from all realms were pushed to the brink of fury.

The Ming Emperor had thoroughly provoked public outrage, but he was a top-tier expert of the Hundred Tribulations Realm—no one could do anything to him.

And the Ming Emperor knew this.

As a supreme powerhouse, he had no fear and no need to falsify anything.

The alliance between the Mingwang Holy Sect and The Gods was covert but couldn’t escape the awareness of pinnacle experts like Thunder Emperor, Sword God, and Spirit Venerable.

Secrecy had long ceased to be a concern.

"Quite the bold one, aren’t you?"

Ye Feng said gravely.

He had expected the Ming Emperor to deny the matter, yet surprisingly, the other party admitted it so "openly," implying he believed no one dared to challenge him.

After all, the Ming Emperor was in the Hundred Tribulations Realm!

In the wilderness, lions don’t disguise their appetite for prey. They are strong enough to hunt at will, there’s no need for secrecy.

When power is evenly matched, predators must conceal their intent during the hunt.

Such was the Ming Emperor’s philosophy.

"Are you done babbling? If so, will you kneel down of your own accord, admit your mistake, and hand over Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate, or shall I personally suppress you both?"

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar sneered.

He was a seasoned powerhouse, handling matters with precision. It was obvious that Ye Feng revealed that prior scene mainly to justify the Ming King’s death in the eyes of others.

But in the Ming Emperor’s view, the Ming King was blameless!

The Mingwang Holy Sect ruled Xuanzhou and was one of the hegemon-level powers across the Three Thousand Realms. Whatever they chose to do—what did it matter to mere ants?

"Such arrogance!"

Ye Feng said coldly.

Indeed, the Ming Emperor acted with utter disregard, no wonder he had joined forces with the Devouring Heaven Demon Emperor to besiege the Ancient Holy God Overlord Emperor millennia ago.

"Once your strength reaches a certain height, you don’t need to fear anyone, and freedom becomes your creed."

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar smiled.

"I think you’re courting death." Ye Feng shrugged.

"No, the one who will die... is you."

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar shook his head.

"Ming Emperor, Sect Master Ye is a hero of the Three Thousand Realms, single-handedly resisting the rise of the Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans. Aren’t you afraid the world will spit on your name for acting like this?"

Sword Saint Yue Xi stepped forward.

Other Supreme Saint Realm cultivators dared not speak, but she did—because behind her stood Nantian Sword Emperor, ranked fifth on the Power God Ranking.

If a fight broke out, the Sword Emperor could suppress the Ming Emperor.

"A mere junior in the Supreme Saint Realm—you have no place to speak here. Slap!"

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar glared coldly at Sword Saint Yue Xi.

In the next moment,

A spectral hand imprint materialized, brimming with terrifying power, lashing toward Yue Xi’s fragile, delicate face, intent on smashing it to pieces!

"How dare you!"

Ye Feng shouted furiously.

At once,

A torrent of spatial power surged forth, coupled with the invocation of "Absolute Void", relocating Sword Saint Yue Xi just in time to evade the strike.

Boom!

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar’s slap thundered against the Myriad Clans Continent, raising a terrifying wave of destruction.

"What power!"

"This is the true Hundred Tribulations Realm!"

"A mighty figure like this emerging in the Human Race—it’s terrifying. But the fact that he’s Ye Feng’s enemy is absolutely delightful!"

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe guffawed.

"Ye Feng, your Human Race fighting among yourselves—it’s pure entertainment for us Myriad Clans leaders."

Mocked the Chief of the Hunting Tribe.

Ye Feng ignored him.

For now, dealing with the Ming Emperor’s Avatar was paramount.

In the void.

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar folded his hands behind his back, staring at the rescued Sword Saint Yue Xi, sneering. "A strong person wasting efforts on the weak—ridiculous!"

"I’ve weathered storms myself, which is why I know to shelter those still growing, unlike you, perched upon a peak, treating others as nothing and glorifying yourself alone."

Ye Feng stepped forward three paces, speaking solemnly.

"The lives of ants? I couldn’t care less. The weak should accept their weakness as their fate."

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar sneered again.

"The strong were once weak themselves. Is that something you truly fail to grasp?"

Ye Feng frowned.

"Weak? No!" The Ming Emperor’s Avatar shook his head, hands still folded behind him, gazing up into the depths of the starry sky. "I am a Sacred Corpse. From the moment I gained consciousness, I was in the Heavenly Saint Realm. I’ve never been weak."

Upon hearing this, the cultivators of all realms were once again shocked.

A Sacred Corpse?

It turned out the Ming Emperor was a corpse from the Saint Realm that had awakened consciousness, occupying its former Sacred Body to become a new entity. No wonder he viewed human lives as insignificant.

"Ye Feng!"

"In the eyes of the countless weaklings across the Three Thousand Realms, you are their hero for standing against the rise of the Myriad Clans. Yet to me, you are but nothing."

"What you can achieve, I can achieve also."

"The difference is—I simply disdain to do it!"

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar sneered.