The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1261: Tearing the Ming Emperor Apart by Hand in a Battle Against the Ming Emperor

Chapter 1261: Chapter 1261: Tearing the Ming Emperor Apart by Hand in a Battle Against the Ming Emperor

On the ground.

Ye Feng, Sword Saint Yuexi, and the others clenched their fists as they listened to these words, trying to refute them, but they found that the Ming Emperor’s reasoning was undeniable.

First of all, the Ming Emperor was in the Hundred Tribulations Realm.

He had been renowned for over ten thousand years and was a seasoned top expert of the Hundred Tribulations Realm, with strength far surpassing that of Ye Feng.

If the Ming Emperor wished, he could sit at the Wan Ren Divine Mountain at any time, blocking the emergence of the Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans.

But, he simply chose not to.

"Protecting the weak? Nonsense!"

"In my eyes, the weak should be enslaved by the strong, converted into resources that can be utilized."

The Ming Emperor’s avatar spoke his opinion once again.

Upon hearing these words, everyone clenched their fists.

Even the likes of Sword Saint Yuexi and the other Supreme Saint Realm experts felt deeply insulted.

In the Ming Emperor’s eyes, they were ants, mere resources to be exploited, unworthy of being called human.

"Ye Feng."

"Your strength is decent; you’ve barely stepped into the Hundred Tribulations Realm, which puts you just outside the category of ants. I’ll give you one last chance."

"Hand over the Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate and let me handle it, or I’ll take action myself."

The Ming Emperor’s avatar retained his usual domineering tone.

"Impossible."

Ye Feng firmly declined. "An avatar merely at the third layer of the Hundred Tribulations Realm, what can it do to me?"

At the next moment.

Ye Feng’s aura surged.

Sword Saint Yuexi and more than a dozen Supreme Saint Realm experts were enveloped by the power of space and instantly vanished from where they stood. When they reappeared, they found themselves within the starry sky, away from the battlefield.

"Greetings to all Supreme Saints!"

Saint Realm experts from various factions gathered around them, bowing to Sword Saint Yuexi and the others.

"Don’t mind us; look at the Myriad Clans Continent!"

Sword Saint Yuexi held his sword in one hand and raised his chin, signaling everyone to look toward the Myriad Clans Continent.

On the ground.

Ye Feng and the Ming Emperor’s avatar locked eyes.

"Ye Feng, do you truly think a bit of strength allows you to prance around in front of me?"

The Ming Emperor’s avatar raised his hand, and in his palm, a glow formed, condensing into a portal from which countless Saint Realm Ming Clan warriors emerged, numbering in the hundreds or thousands.

In an instant.

Ye Feng was surrounded by a horde of Ming Clan experts.

"These folks wouldn’t even be enough to fill my teeth. Ming Emperor, stop hiding and scheming. If you want to act, then do it yourself."

Ye Feng surveyed the surroundings and shrugged.

"You are not worthy of having me act personally. To do so would insult my dignity."

The Ming Emperor sneered.

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The Saint Realm Ming Clan warriors present rapidly converged in the center, merging together to form a Ming Clan war general, over two meters tall and wielding a large, long-handled blade.

"Another fusion secret technique!"

Ye Feng’s lips twitched.

He felt that he had recently been jinxed by the fusion secret technique, as almost every opponent he encountered seemed to use it to create a terrifyingly powerful entity.

"This is the Ming Emperor!"

The Ming Emperor’s avatar stood with his hands behind his back, staring at Ye Feng. "Its power is roughly equivalent to the peak of the first layer of the Hundred Tribulations Realm, enough to suppress you."

"Is that so?"

Ye Feng remained unafraid.

"Still talking tough before death. Ming Emperor, finish him off." The Ming Emperor’s avatar commanded coldly.

On the ground.

The Ming Emperor wielded his long blade, his eyes chilling, taking a single step to arrive before Ye Feng. He swung the blade downward as countless Ming Clan shadows emerged, simultaneously raising their blades to strike.

From a distance.

Ye Feng seemed encompassed by a vast formation of blade lights, with no way to evade. He was forced to confront it head-on.

"Chaos Fist!"

Ye Feng raised his arm, simultaneously punching, producing dense layers of fist shadows that shielded against all of the Ming Emperor’s blade lights.

Clang!

A massive explosion resounded.

The Ming Emperor was blasted back hundreds of meters, while Ye Feng remained stationary, his expression calm.

"Oh?"

The Ming Emperor’s avatar was surprised.

Sword Saint Yuexi and the others initially froze, then their faces lit up with joy.

"Sect Master Ye can contend with the peak of the first layer of the Hundred Tribulations Realm? That means he wasn’t using his full strength during the battle with the Tianxiang war general, who utilized the Heavenly Constellation Fusion Technique."

Everyone’s heart settled.

"Impressive."

The Ming Emperor muttered under his breath.

Although he was a creation formed by the merger of numerous Ming Clan Saint Realm warriors, he possessed independent consciousness and held a status in the Mingwang Holy Sect second only to the Ming Emperor.

As long as the Ming Emperor remained alive, the Ming Emperor could not truly perish.

Even if shattered, he could later be reconstructed using more Ming Clan Saint Realm warriors.

"Chaos Fist!"

Ye Feng did not resort to any other technique. He chased the Ming Emperor down, suppressing his sense of pain to its lowest level, his face cold as he unleashed punch after punch.

Clang clang clang!

The Ming Emperor continually used his long blade to fend off Ye Feng’s relentless attacks, discovering that his opponent’s fists remained covered in dense chaos mist, unyieldingly tough, hammering the blade until it rang with each strike.

"Slashing your vulnerability!"

The Ming Emperor took several punches to his torso before swinging his blade and slicing toward Ye Feng’s waist.

Clang!

Sparks flew.

A slash opened a gash at Ye Feng’s waist, but it instantly healed, as if nothing had occurred at all.

"What?"

The Ming Emperor frowned.

Taking advantage of the brief moment of confusion, Ye Feng activated the Time Law, rapidly accelerating himself a thousandfold, unleashing millions of fist shadows in an instant.

Boom!

The Ming Emperor’s body was overwhelmed, punched through on the spot, his eyeballs almost popping out.

Ye Feng struck again.

Dense layers of fist shadows smashed the Ming Emperor entirely, leaving his long blade to drop down, heavy as the Wan Ren Divine Mountain, embedding in the black rock of the Myriad Clans Continent.

"So fierce!"

The Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans shuddered.

The current Ye Feng, immensely stronger than when he battled the Tianxiang war general using the Heavenly Constellation Fusion Technique, struck terror in the hearts of all.

"It seems Ye Feng had been hiding his strength earlier."

Such thoughts ran through everyone’s minds.

In reality, this was not true.

The disciples of the Misty Sect, having fought on the Myriad Clans Continent, had returned to their sect to reflect on their flaws, undergoing explosive growth.

The cumulative progress of tens of thousands of disciples slightly enhanced Ye Feng’s physical strength.

Ye Feng had also been refining his "Chaos Fist".

Collectively, this had greatly amplified his combat prowess, making it not difficult for him to engage in hand-to-hand combat against the peak of the first layer of the Hundred Tribulations Realm.

Ye Feng landed beside the long blade.

Clang!

He pulled the blade upright, its surface mirroring back his refined and handsome visage.

"A fine blade, indeed."

Ye Feng praised.

In the next moment.

He gripped the blade and bent it forcefully, snapping it with a crisp sound, reducing it to shattered remnants before casually tossing the scraps to the ground.

"Ming Emperor! Have you any other tricks?"

Ye Feng raised his head, gazing at the Ming Emperor’s avatar floating in the air, his eyes full of icy determination.

"Since you wish for death, I shall fulfill your desire."

The Ming Emperor’s avatar landed on the Myriad Clans Continent, standing tens of meters away from Ye Feng, poised to face him directly.

All held their breath, too afraid to speak.

Even the Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans remained silent.

They fixed their eyes on the battlefield of the Myriad Clans Continent, eager to see if the Ming Emperor’s avatar of the third layer of the Hundred Tribulations Realm could kill the immensely powerful Ye Feng.

"The third layer of the Hundred Tribulations Realm!"

"Typically, if the power of the first layer of the Hundred Tribulations Realm is rated a one, the second layer would be two, and the third layer would be four."

"Your combat strength is many times greater than mine."

"If we were to clash, I would be crushed outright."

Ye Feng calmly analyzed the situation.

"If you understand that, then surrender immediately! While the disparity between the peak of the first layer and the third layer of the Hundred Tribulations Realm may not be precisely fourfold, it’s certainly two to three times as much."

The Ming Emperor’s avatar twisted his neck.

In the next instant.

It appeared in front of Ye Feng, one hand clamping onto his neck, leaning in to ask, "Do you choose to die yourself, or should I kill you?"

"I choose to cut you down!"

Ye Feng faced him with composure, his hands behind his back.

"Then die!"

The Ming Emperor’s avatar squeezed with force, the imagined sound of Ye Feng’s neck breaking—a sharp "crack"—echoing, causing a sinister smile to spread across the avatar’s face.

However, in the next moment.

It suddenly realized its own hand had shattered!

"What is this?"

The Ming Emperor’s avatar stared in shock.