The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 760 - : Overwhelmingly Sweeping Through All the Geniuses, Saint Descending to the Lower Realm

Chapter 760: Chapter 760: Overwhelmingly Sweeping Through All the Geniuses, Saint Descending to the Lower Realm

“How did this happen… ah!”

Li Mucheng covered his face with his hands, feeling he must have socially died this time.

“Aren’t you coming back?”

An elder of Li Mucheng hurriedly reached out a hand, sucked him to the side of the field, and scolded him fiercely.

Zhou Fengyuan and Li Mucheng who were present had been secretly approached by the City Lord of Tianmiao Holy City.

Therefore, their elders didn’t know why their juniors were challenging disciples of the Misty Sect.

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In their view, these juniors must be crazily seeking fame.

“The second match, a disciple of the Misty Sect wins.”

The Mad Drunkard declared the result of the spar, then gulped down a large swig of medicinal wine, a look of enjoyment on his face and a longing to continue drinking.

“Is anyone else looking to continue the spar?”

Having finished his drink, the Mad Drunkard looked around the crowd and asked.

“I will!”

Another young prodigy stepped forward.

It was a woman!

She was about one meter eighty, with long legs, dressed in a red qipao-like dress with extremely high slits, holding a thin sword in each hand.

Her cultivation level had reached the Fourth Layer of the Divine Origin Realm!

“From Tianmiao Holy City, Wen Ling, I request your guidance.”

Wen Ling scanned the seats where the Misty Sect disciples were, seemingly looking for an opponent.

“Let me meet you.”

Ji Ziling put down the book she was reading, slowly rose to her feet, her purple hair reaching down to her ankles, wildly dancing in the wind.

“It’s Fairy Ziling!”

“She’s like a living textbook, knowledgeable in countless spells, divine skills, and historical anecdotes, the Misty Sect’s most famous talented woman, and also the manager of the Scripture Pavilion.”

“What is a manager?”

“It’s a position similar to an elder’s, managing the entire Scripture Pavilion, with status in the pavilion second only to Sect Master Ye.”

The appearance of Ji Ziling immediately caused a sensation.

“Sister Ziling, Wen Ling is at the Fourth Layer of the Divine Origin Realm, are you sure you can win?” Jia Yulan was worried.

“Don’t worry, I can do it.” Ji Ziling blinked and slowly stepped forward, her aura gradually increasing, reaching the Peak of the Third Layer of the Divine Origin Realm.

She was one minor realm below Wen Ling!

Remembering her mission to defeat the disciples of the Misty Sect, Wen Ling stood forward regardless of whether Ji Ziling’s cultivation was lower than her own.

“In that case, let us battle!”

In the sky above.

As “begin” echoed from the Mad Drunkard, Wen Ling launched the first attack.

She threw her twin swords with force.

They transformed into two white True Dragon phantoms, with scales glittering with cold light, attacking Ji Ziling from the left and right.

“Formation, Heavenly Origin Shield!”

Ji Ziling was not the slightest bit flustered.

She sketched out a formation with both hands while a purple formation appeared at her feet, and a pale purple light screen rose to form a hemispherical shield that securely protected her.

Clang Clang Clang!

The two white True Dragon phantoms kept striking.

But the Heavenly Origin Shield merely vibrated on the surface and showed no sign of breaking.

“Killing Array, Abyss Demon Emperor!”

Ji Ziling drew array patterns with her hands again, and behind her, an abyss appeared as if it were a massive crack in the void, emitting an icy breath from within.

Faintly, terrifying cries could be heard.

“Roar!”

Dozens of black demon heads emerged, each wielding a huge axe, with wings on their backs, every one of them peaking at the Lower Rank of Demon Emperor Level, and bursting out with fierce auras, they attacked.

“It’s a summoning formation!”

“To be able to summon Abyss Demon heads, and so many at once, Ji Ziling’s mastery of formations is very high!”

The strong ones from all major forces saw the essence behind the phenomena and kept expressing their wonder, feeling that Ji Ziling was simply too talented.

“Retreat!”

Facing the overwhelming onslaught of dozens of Lower Rank Demon Emperor Peak level demon heads, Wen Ling feared greatly and quickly recalled the white True Dragon phantoms that had transformed from her flying swords to block the demons.

Rip!

A dozen Abyss Demon heads were torn apart by the white True Dragon phantoms, and then with screams, they vanished into smoke.

However, the remaining Abyss Demon heads continued their fierce assault.

They were fearless and incredibly aggressive.

Crack!

The two white True Dragon phantoms could not withstand the powerful onslaught of the Abyss Demon heads and began to shatter, reverting to two cracked flying swords, returning to Wen Ling’s hands.

“I concede!”

Wen Ling conceded decisively.

Ji Ziling’s cultivation might have been lower than hers, but her mastery of formations was so great that she could suppress even geniuses of the Fifth Layer of the Divine Origin Realm, exceedingly strong.

“Sure enough, it’s Fairy Ziling, so amazing!”

Ji Ziling had a large fan base.

They came from various sects and were now cheering, making Ji Ziling’s name reverberate in all directions.

“Congratulations to the prodigy of the Misty Sect for three victories in a row, is there anyone else who wishes to continue the challenge?”

The Mad Drunkard looked around, smiling as he asked.

“I’m up!” Another prodigy of the Divine Origin Realm’s Fourth Layer took the stage, and this time, his opponent was Qiao Jiaxi.

“Begin!”

Mad Drunkard stopped playing around and shouted loudly.

Facing the near-invincible physical strength of Qiao Jiaxi, this prodigy from Tianmiao Holy City was completely out of strategies.

Bang bang bang!

Qiao Jiaxi, withstanding his opponent’s attacks, threw three heavy punches, causing the prodigy intense pain all over his body and smashing him heavily onto the ground, thoroughly defeating him.

“Anyone else want to fight?”

Mad Drunkard looked around the room.

“I will!”

As expected, another prodigy appeared.

The City Lord of Tianmiao Holy City had arranged ten Divine Origin Realm prodigies, all with formidable strength. He didn’t believe that all the Misty Sect disciples would be able to withstand them.

“Now, it’s my turn to take the stage.”

Long Tianxing roared and transformed into his Second Stage True Dragon Form. With one sweep of his tail, he sent his opponent flying.

This battle was a crushing victory!

Yet, the prodigies arranged by the City Lord of Tianmiao Holy City didn’t give up, and a newcomer took the stage immediately.

“This battle is mine.”

Jia Yulan stepped onto the stage.

She folded her hands in a spellcasting gesture and unleashed the Supreme Divine Art, “Myriad Flowers Divine Wind,” created by Ye Feng on the basis of the spell “Falling Blooms in Profusion.” She was rapidly enveloped by countless pink petals.

They were like a storm, simply sweeping through the void and blasting Jia Yulan’s opponent to the ground.

Another crushing victory!

The sparring continued thereafter.

Apart from Li Jiaojiao, the remaining True Disciples such as Huo Yunjie, Mo Ying, Shi Lei, and others, took their turns to fight.

Without exception!

They overpowered their opponents with single moves, achieving ten consecutive wins for the disciples of Misty Sect, shocking all the powerful attendees.

“Truly worthy of being True Disciples of Misty Sect, ten battles and all victories, several of which were crushing victories, really powerful!”

“Misty Sect disciples, yyds!”

The crowd stood up one after another, cheering, with thunderous applause.

Behind the scenes.

Yin Rurong, watching through a round mirror as Misty Sect’s disciples swept away the prodigies like Wen Ling and Zhou Fengyuan, gritted her teeth so hard in anger that she smashed the round mirror with a slap.

“If you can’t even beat the disciples of Misty Sect, what good are you, a group of useless trash!”

Yin Rurong’s teeth continued to grind in rage.

If she wasn’t afraid of being recognized, she really wanted to release an avatar, pretend to be a prodigy of some power, and sweep away Misty Sect’s disciples, thus tarnishing Misty Sect’s reputation.

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Misty Sect, Sect Main Plaza.

“Next, is there any fellow daoist who wishes to spar?” As the referee, Mad Drunkard always showed a smile, his voice soft.

“I will!” Another person took to the stage.

However, this person was not challenging a disciple of Misty Sect, but rather calling out his old nemesis for a battle in the sky above the Sect Main Plaza.

After them, dozens more matches were fought.

Six hours later.

Ye Feng felt that the time was about right.

He looked around the crowd and said,

“Fellow daoists, the Four Star Level-Up Celebration of Misty Sect ends here. Thank you for your support!”

The audience, however, still didn’t feel satisfied.

The disciples of Misty Sect won ten battles, nearly all of them crushingly, without any suspense.

As for the sparring matches that followed, although they were all quite good, the crowd always felt something was missing.

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Suddenly, the sound of the heavens tearing apart echoed.

Immediately afterward.

A sinister voice slowly spread out.

“Hehehe…”

“So many people, huh?”

“It seems that today, not only will I be able to kill Ye Feng, but I can also take the opportunity to severely damage the major powers of the Shenzhou Continent, killing multiple birds with one stone!”

Upon hearing this, everyone had a chilling sensation.

Looking up, they saw a massive crack appear in the heavens, and two towering figures emerged, clad in a suit of seven-colored armor, exuding an extraordinary presence.

“It’s the Mist Saint, and the Saint Emperor Lingwei!”

Ye Feng looked at the two figures and realized that they were radiating pure and vast Saint Might, and were not avatars but their true bodies!

Boom!

The two Saint Realm figures released a terrifying pressure.

At that moment.

An unstoppable majestic Saint Might overlapped and pressed down hard, causing all cultivators in the field to freeze in place.

Even those at the Four-Turn Quasi-Saint level couldn’t break free.

“It’s the true bodies of the Saint Realm!”

“We’re doomed!”

Many cultivators turned pale, as if facing doomsday.