The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1222: Assault of the Divine Sect’s Main Headquarters

Chapter 1222: Chapter 1222: Assault of the Divine Sect’s Main Headquarters

The registration process was swift.

Slap!

As Ye Feng stamped down the Sect Leader’s Seal, a strange power surged within his body, transforming into pure physical energy and giving him a sense of exuberant vitality.

"Such great strength!"

Ye Feng put away the Sect Leader’s Seal and the Sect Name Register, his eyes brimming with brilliant light.

Ling Zhiwei looked at Ye Feng.

She always felt that the Human Race youth in front of her seemed to have grown stronger, and that she might not even be able to catch a casual punch from him, which left her deeply shocked.

"Let’s go, to the Bear Tribe village."

Ye Feng looked towards Ling Zhiwei and the Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate.

"Not going to the Number One Divine Sect headquarters?"

The Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate asked in surprise.

"First, let’s check the situation at the Bear Tribe village to make sure Chu Tianhe and the others haven’t encountered any danger," Ye Feng said.

"Understood."

The Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate nodded.

Ye Feng turned to Ling Zhiwei and said, "Your Space Holy Roc Clan has a strong innate talent for freely traversing the Dark Dimension. Now, it’s up to you."

"Just tell me where to go."

Ling Zhiwei nodded.

...

The Bear Tribe village.

Chu Tianhe gazed at the sky.

"Several days have passed, and Brother Ye along with the Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate haven’t returned. Could something have really happened?" he began to worry.

The newly promoted Saints, including the Snake Tribe Queen and the Wolf King, gathered around, listening to the guidance of the Xueyue Fairy.

After all, the Xueyue Fairy was a veteran in the Heavenly Saint Realm.

For these newly ascended Saints, she was an insurmountable mountain, and casually sharing a few insights into cultivation could bring everyone immense benefits.

Hum!

Strange sounds came from the fissure in the sky.

Everyone immediately looked up.

They saw a dozen figures stepping out, with the one leading them having reached the Supreme Saint Realm; all the others were in the Heavenly Saint Realm.

"Who are you?"

The leading Supreme Saint looked coldly at Chu Tianhe and others, questioning them.

As he spoke, a vast pressure rolled down, pinning Chu Tianhe, the Xueyue Fairy, Wen Xue, Wen Yue, and all the formidable beings in place, unable to break free.

"And who are you?"

Chu Tianhe shouted towards the sky.

The Supreme Saint’s expression was cold as he said:

"I am a protector from the Number One Divine Sect, of the Deng Clan. You few in the Heavenly Saint Realm don’t seem like members of the Ancient God Race, so where exactly have you come from?"

"And!"

The Deng Clan protector pointed at the fissure behind him.

"Why has the fissure not closed?"

"And the canyon world beyond the fissure, why has it completely disappeared? Did you have any involvement in this?"

Upon hearing these questions, Chu Tianhe looked bewildered.

The canyon world was emptied?

What was going on?

Could it be the work of Ye Feng?

Then, where had Ye Feng run off to?

Chu Tianhe blinked, having no clue what Ye Feng encountered or did after entering the fissure; he merely knew that there had been no news from him.

"Can I say that I know nothing about this?"

Chu Tianhe swallowed before responding to the Deng Clan protector.

"You don’t know?" The Deng Clan protector’s gaze grew cold as he said, "Then you all shall die!"

He stretched out his hand and pressed downward.

A myriad of glows descended, swirling and tumbling midair, akin to countless swords slashing towards Chu Tianhe and the others.

"It’s over!"

Chu Tianhe tried to hug Xueyue Fairy, Wen Xue, Wen Yue, and others close, but his body was pinned down by the Supreme Saint Realm’s Law pressure, leaving him unable to move.

Pop!

A silver light appeared in the sky.

The glow released by the Deng Clan protector was shattered by this silver light and could not threaten the people below.

In the sky.

Three figures appeared out of thin air.

Ye Feng, with a sweep of his Divine Sense, understood the situation on-site and let out a sigh of relief, saying, "Luckily, we made it in time!"

"Who are you?"

The Deng Clan protector stared at Ye Feng, his gaze then shifting onto Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate and Ling Zhiwei as his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Early Supreme Saint and Peak Supreme Saint!"

The Deng Clan protector’s complexion changed drastically.

"Who exactly are you?"

The protector of the Deng Clan asked loudly once again.

"I am the Sect Master of the Misty Sect, Ye Feng." Ye Feng grinned, "By the way, it was us who killed the Great Elder of the Number One Divine Sect."

"So it was you!"

The protector’s face of the Deng Clan turned pale with shock, swiftly turning around and flying towards the crack behind them with more than a dozen Heavenly Saints.

"Stop them!"

Ye Feng waved his large sleeve.

"Yes!"

The Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate and Ling Zhiwei took action simultaneously.

One released thousands of purple Sword Threads, sealing off the crack, while the other used the Space Law to reach the side of the Deng Clan protector and the other powerhouses.

Boom!

With just a single punch, the mid-stage Supreme Saint protector of the Deng Clan was struck by Ling Zhiwei, causing his chest to cave in as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Sword Array, trap and kill!"

The Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate’s ten fingers each controlled a Sword Thread, weaving them in mid-air to form a dense sword net, trapping many of the Number One Divine Sect’s powerhouses. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"Sect Leader, to kill or not to kill?"

The Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate asked.

"Keep them alive for now, we need to use their aura to find the main stronghold of the Number One Divine Sect."

"Alright!"

The Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate nodded her head.

Countless Sword Threads penetrated through the Deng Clan protector and others, suppressing their Divine Souls and imprisoning them in place.

"Brother Ye, you’re finally back, who is this?"

Chu Tianhe looked towards Ling Zhiwei.

"Our Inner Sect Elder of the Misty Sect, Ling Zhiwei."

Ye Feng introduced her with a smile.

Ling Zhiwei glanced at Chu Tianhe and the others. As aloof as she was, she simply nodded to everyone and did not speak.

"Brother Ye, what has happened these past days? You weren’t injured, were you?"

Wen Xue asked worriedly.

The Xueyue Fairy was completely flabbergasted.

How did Ling Zhiwei appear here?

Could it be that this Inner Sect Elder of the Misty Sect was trapped in the world beyond the crack?

So...

The true purpose of Ye Feng’s visit to the Ancient God Race was to rescue the Inner Sect Elder Ling Zhiwei of his Sect?

The Xueyue Fairy’s mind raced with possibilities.

She had never imagined that Ling Zhiwei, a top-level powerhouse at the peak of the Supreme Saint Realm, would become a newly appointed Elder of the Misty Sect today.

Ye Feng said with a smile:

"Nothing much these past few days, just breaking into the world beyond the crack, discovering it was a sub-stronghold of the Number One Divine Sect, fought a big battle, and successfully destroyed it."

"After that, we found Elder Ling Zhiwei."

"And then, we returned."

"I didn’t expect that the protector of the Number One Divine Sect’s main stronghold from the Deng Clan would come to kill us. Luckily, we arrived in time."

"Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable!"

Ye Feng remarked.

"Yeah, fortunately, Brother Ye, you came back, otherwise, today I might have been going to meet my father-in-law." Chu Tianhe shrank his neck in fear.

Afterward, the crowd exchanged pleasantries.

Ye Feng said: "I am going to invade the main stronghold of the Number One Divine Sect to resolve this residual threat. For safety’s sake, I will take all of the Ancient God Race into the Misty Boundary. You all don’t have any objections, right?"

"Where is the Misty Boundary?"

The Bear Tribe Priest Wen Ding hurriedly asked.

"A separate Great Thousand World that I created myself. Once you enter, you won’t be hunted by the Number One Divine Sect."

Ye Feng explained.

"Then we should move there quickly!"

"No way!"

"Our old home is still here. After moving there, how will we face our ancestors beneath the yellow springs?"

People from various tribes expressed their opposition.

"I can take this entire place into the Misty Boundary." Ye Feng gestured towards the entire territory within the space-time crevice.

"Really?"

The Clan Leaders of the various tribes were astonished.

To take an entire world, how immense must one’s Divine Skills be?

The Snake Tribe Queen said: "If you can take the entire world into the Misty Boundary without altering its landscape and features, we are naturally willing to leave this dangerous space-time."

"Then let’s get started!"

Ye Feng said.

He shook his arm, releasing 90% of the Misty Boundary’s Power of the World, covering the space-time crevice where the Ancient God Race resided, and compressing everything within it.

In the sky above.

A massive vortex appeared.

It grew larger and larger, as if it would swallow the entire world.

"What a spectacular sight!"

The Ancient God Race’s tribespeople looked up to the sky and marveled.