The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1239: Chief of the Hunting Tribe

Zhongzhou.

Supreme Holy Sect.

People raised their heads, watching the light screen that surfaced in the sky, and learned of the process where the Chief of the Hunting Tribe emerged, massacred the entire field, and ultimately nailed the Grand Elder of the Devouring Heaven Demon Sect to death.

Tianzhou, Dizhou, Xuanzhou...

All the worlds in the Three Thousand Realms, including the Starry Sky World of Shenzhou, Minor Immortal Realm, North Pole Star System, and other places, all saw these images.

This was the effect of Ye Feng’s full activation of his Power of the World, capable of broadcasting the images across the myriad heavens and realms.

His purpose was very simple.

To let the people of the world know that, after a silence of a million years, the terrifying Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans had been reborn!

Shenzhou.

Misty Sect.

All the disciples, after seeing the images sent by Ye Feng, widened their eyes with fear flashing in their pupils.

"Such terrifying power!"

The voice of the Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate was grave.

"Indeed very terrifying, even if I were to fight with all my might, I’m not necessarily this person’s match."

Ling Zhiwei was also very serious.

"With all our power, if you and I join forces, perhaps there would be a possibility to contend with the Chief of the Hunting Tribe."

The Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate speculated.

"That should be possible. My Space Law and your Devouring Spirit Absolute Immortal Sword Formation can work together, cutting down any enemy within the Supreme Saint Realm isn’t difficult. However, the Chief of the Hunting Tribe’s strength exceeds the peak of the Supreme Saint Realm, he’s tough to deal with."

Ling Zhiwei still wasn’t entirely confident in victory.

Within the Sect, the disciples were all very worried.

"The Sect Master won’t be dealing with such a terrifying foe, will he? It’s said that a thousand Clan Leaders of the Myriad Clans are resurrected every year. On average, that’s almost three a day!"

"One such formidable enemy is enough, yet now about three are resurrected every day, isn’t this the end for us?"

The disciples discussed among themselves.

"Don’t panic!"

"We must always believe in the Sect Master."

In the end, it was the Eldest Senior Brother Shi Lei who stood out, his resonant voice calming everyone.

Across the major worlds.

Countless powerhouses stepped out of their homes, looking up at the light screen in the sky, their eyes mostly filled with shock and fear.

Tianzhou, Holy Spirit Sect.

The domain of the Spirit Venerable in seclusion.

"The Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans!"

"They actually didn’t die?"

"No!"

"They’ve been resurrected."

"Who exactly is it, orchestrating such a grand scheme that can even resurrect the Clan Leaders of the Myriad Clans, what exactly are they trying to do? Enslave the entire universe?"

"Is there any meaning to doing this?"

The voice of the Spirit Venerable slowly rose.

It was emotionless, and one couldn’t distinguish whether it was male or female.

Dongzhou, Boundless Holy Sect.

A sound of a sword’s hum rippled, stabilizing the emotions of everyone within the Sect, causing people to clench their fists.

"There is no need to fear!"

"Because, we have the Sword God!"

The disciples of the Boundless Holy Sect were filled with battle intent.

Zhongzhou, Supreme Holy Sect.

A streak of lightning crossed the sky.

Within the range enveloped by the lightning, everyone felt no fear, and even harbored the thought to enter the starry sky and round up the newly born Chief of the Hunting Tribe.

Devouring Heaven Demon Sect.

"The Grand Elder and the Third Elder are dead!"

"With the Sect Master absent, what are we going to do!"

The people of the Devouring Heaven Demon Sect turned their eyes towards the Second Elder and others who were still suppressed on the ground.

"Didn’t you see that I’m still suppressed by Ye Feng?"

The Second Elder gave everyone a disdainful look.

In the depths of the starry sky.

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe devoured all the power of the Grand Elder of the Devouring Heaven Demon Sect, not sparing even the soul, causing his originally withered body to gradually become robust and full.

"The taste of old times!"

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe looked towards this universe, his eyes flashing with a proud light.

"The future belongs to the Myriad Clans!"

He laughed heartily.

"Oh, is that so?"

A detached voice sounded.

The people from the myriad heavens and realms also heard the voice from the light screen, their eyes widened as they watched.

In their sight.

A tall figure slowly made its appearance.

"Ye Feng!"

"Is he going to his death?"

The crowd held their breath.

"Has this guy reached the Heavenly Saint level?"

Many people who recognized Ye Feng noticed his cultivation level and were all dumbstruck.

How long has it been since he became a Heavenly Saint?

Doesn’t he leave any room for others to live?

In the starry sky.

The Clan Leader of the Hunting Tribe turned towards the voice, only to see Ye Feng standing there calmly with an aura of a Heavenly Saint Realm emitting from his body, his foundation incredibly profound.

"A Heavenly Saint-level ant?"

The Clan Leader of the Hunting Tribe looked at Ye Feng, his eyes filled with ferocity and brutality, with a hint of mockery.

"Have you ever imagined that the ’ant’ you speak of could devour you until there’s nothing left?"

Ye Feng, with his hands behind his back, spoke indifferently.

"Just you?"

The Clan Leader of the Hunting Tribe laughed uproariously to the sky, and when he lowered his head again, his eyes brimmed with wild killing intent. Wielding a Bone Spear, he threw it with all his might.

Rip!

The starry space broke apart inch by inch along its path.

The Bone Spear reached Ye Feng in an instant, so fast that everyone couldn’t react in time, and immediately felt a sense of dread.

But!

When everyone blinked and saw clearly the scene before them, they found that Ye Feng was still standing in his original spot, using just one finger to catch the invincible Bone Spear.

"How is this possible?"

The crowd was flabbergasted.

"What level of power is this?"

The Clan Leader of the Hunting Tribe was also wide-eyed, feeling surprise and confusion for the first time. He beckoned with his hand and the Bone Spear immediately flew back to his grasp, and he threw it again with all his might.

Clang!

Ye Feng easily caught the terrible Bone Spear that could kill a Supreme Saint, again with just one finger.

"Too weak."

Ye Feng spoke out.

"Is this the so-called Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans? Your strength is indeed not bad, reaching twice the level of a peak Supreme Saint. However, in front of me, it’s still too weak."

The next moment.

With a slight flick of his finger, Ye Feng shattered the Bone Spear into powder and transformed it into a strong force that burst forth, piercing through the chest of the Clan Leader of the Hunting Tribe.

"How is this possible?"

The Clan Leader of the Hunting Tribe looked down at the hole in his chest, his eyes almost popping out.

"Are you at the Hundred Tribulations Realm?"

He suddenly realized this, looking towards the distant Ye Feng, and said in shock.

"No! I am merely the ’Heavenly Saint-level ant’ you spoke of."

Ye Feng took three steps forward, arriving in front of the Clan Leader of the Hunting Tribe, and with a slap, he obliterated his opponent.

On the spot.

A ghostly figure stood there, stunned.

This person was the soul of the Clan Leader of the Hunting Tribe, looking ethereal and transparent, devoid of any sign of life, yet still able to exist in this world, which seemed very eerie.

Ye Feng immediately used his Eye of Insight.

[Name: Clan Leader of the Hunting Tribe]

[Grade: Peak Supreme Saint]

[Description: One of the Clan Leaders of the Myriad Clans, supposed to have fallen a million years ago but was resurrected by the mysterious Burial Ground and had its strength enhanced]

[Note: As long as the Burial Ground exists, they are immortal]

Seeing this, Ye Feng’s gaze sharpened.

Burial Ground?

That is the so-called Burial of the Gods, where ten thousand Clan Leaders of the Myriad Clans are buried. As long as that place is not destroyed, the Clan Leaders can be reborn endlessly.

Of course, they cannot be reborn immediately.

They need to absorb a vast amount of energy to return to the state of the Ancient Coffin and, after their Origin is restored, they can be resurrected.

This situation is quite common.

The Burial Ground is equivalent to a Great Thousand World.

The Clan Leaders of the Myriad Clans are like the False Heavenly Dao of this world, being able to resurrect continuously, hard to be completely obliterated, similar to Shangguan Shenyu, the Ancient Sacred True Dragon, and others.

"Who exactly are you?"

The Clan Leader of the Hunting Tribe, seeing himself left in only a soul state, was startled at first, then coldly said: "You can’t kill me. As long as the Burial Ground is not destroyed, I will eventually return to this world and crush you all!"

"I am Ye Feng, Sect Master of the Misty Sect!"

Ye Feng would not miss this opportunity to earn Prestige Points.

After declaring his identity, Ye Feng waved his sleeve mightily, sending out a sweeping gale that shattered the soul of the Clan Leader of the Hunting Tribe.

Crack!

The Clan Leader of the Hunting Tribe turned into a scatter of light feathers, flying towards the depths of the Starry Sky Fog toward the Burial Ground, along with the shattered Bone Spear, reforming into an ancient coffin branded with his own totem.

"Disperse!"

Ye Feng formed hand seals and cleaved through the fog, advancing deep into it, arriving at the entrance of the Burial Ground. Gazing at the tens of thousands of ancient coffins inside, his expression became more solemn.

In the Myriad Realms of Heavens and Earth.

Seeing this scene, the hearts of the crowd all sank to the bottom.