The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1241: Nine Heads and Eighteen Arms

"Hmph!"

"You are indeed strong."

"But, we are not weak."

"A group of dying people who only know how to hide in coffins, you dare talk tough now, but in a real fight, how could you be our opponents?"

Sword Saint Yuexi and over a dozen Supreme Saints snorted coldly.

Talking big, who can’t do that?

"How dare you!"

"Once we recover, we will go out and devour the likes of you!"

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe snorted coldly.

On the ground.

Ye Feng slowly rose to his feet, looking at the Ancient Coffin transformed by the Chief of the Hunting Tribe who was still spouting his grandiose rhetoric, and coldly said: "I’ve decided, I’m going in now to kill you."

The next moment.

Ye Feng stepped over the threshold of the Burial Ground and stood in front of the Ancient Coffin, which was the Chief of the Hunting Tribe.

"What are you trying to do?"

The tone of the Chief of the Hunting Tribe rose by thirty percent.

"Crush you!"

Ye Feng lifted his foot and stomped down heavily on the Ancient Coffin transformed by the Chief of the Hunting Tribe, shattering it into pieces.

The next moment.

The Ancient Coffin reformed quickly.

But, Ye Feng stomped down again, crushing the Chief of the Hunting Tribe’s form of the Ancient Coffin into pieces.

"Stop!"

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe was infuriated.

Only after restoring to the state of an Ancient Coffin, could he absorb the Origin Energy and be reborn at some future time.

Now, he was constantly being crushed by Ye Feng, with no chance to absorb the Origin.

Rebirth was almost impossible for him.

Hum!

At this moment.

The ten Ancient Coffins at the deepest part of the Burial Ground shook slightly.

A terrifying surge of energy swept across, blasting Ye Feng away, out of the Burial Ground radius, and immediately, an invisible force field enveloped the entire Burial Ground.

Ye Feng still wanted to enter, but he was blocked.

"Hahaha!"

"See that?"

"That is the ten great Clan Leaders of our Myriad Clans. Even if they haven’t regained consciousness and can’t be reborn yet, they can easily block you."

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe laughed loudly.

Hearing this, Ye Feng fell silent.

He had just felt it; the ten Ancient Coffins in the deepest part of the Burial Ground were very strong, at least above the tenth layer of the Hundred Tribulations Realm.

As for specific details, he couldn’t determine them at the moment.

If the Clan Leaders of the Myriad Clans were to all merge together, their combat power would likely exceed the twentieth layer of the Hundred Tribulations Realm, or even higher. Even the Thunder Emperor and the Sword God might not be able to suppress them.

Moreover.

There was also the time bomb of the Ancient Emperor lurking in the shadows.

This person harbored the dark side within him. If he managed to completely suppress the consciousness of all living beings, he might erupt from the cracks of space and time, bringing calamity to the world.

"Sect Master Ye, what should we do next?"

"Do we continue to wait here?"

Sword Saint Yuexi and others inquired.

They all regarded Ye Feng as the leader of this operation, hoping he would take charge of the situation.

"Keep blocking!"

Ye Feng said.

"You all set up the Formation, make sure..."

Ye Feng was about to add something.

But, just at that moment, the ground beneath their feet started shaking.

Crack!

The Burial Ground shattered, and beneath the myriad Ancient Coffins, a huge expanse of fog was dragged upward, flying into the Starry Sky.

"What’s happening?"

Everyone was shocked.

Cultivators from all across the realms were also alarmed.

In the Starry Sky.

The myriad Ancient Coffins suspended there, unleashing a terrifying attractive force pulling the vast expanse of Starry Sky Fog below towards it, accumulating under the Ancient Coffins.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Weird vibrations resonated continuously.

Before long.

A black continent appeared below the myriad Ancient Coffins and expanded gradually until it devoured all the Starry Sky Fog below, finally taking shape.

This was a vast stretch of land for thousands of miles, three thousand miles thick, and its surface was flat as a plain.

At the very center of the continent.

A Divine Mountain of tens of thousands of feet rose from the ground.

At the very top, ten Ancient Coffins were placed.

The remaining Ancient Coffins settled on the mountain, layer by layer, encircling the top ten Ancient Coffins.

At the foot of the mountain, there were a thousand Ancient Coffins.

The Ancient Coffins of the Chief of the Hunting Tribe, Mad Axe Tribe Chief, and the Heaven Severing Tribe Chief were located here.

"Let’s go down and have a look."

Ye Feng landed on the surface of this continent.

Right after.

His face changed slightly.

"Be careful, everyone!"

"This continent possesses a Law domain; even those in Heavenly Saint Realm cannot fly, only Supreme Saints and above who have mastered the Power of Laws can soar."

Ye Feng soared towards the ancient Divine Mountain. freeweɓnovel.cøm

Sword Saint Yuexi and the others followed behind him.

Before long.

The group arrived at the foot of the mountain.

"This is the Myriad Clans Continent and Myriad Clans Divine Mountain where our Myriad Clans once lived. Here, the Myriad Clans’ strength is amplified, and the recovery speed of Origin energy is also considerably faster."

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe laughed heartily.

Ye Feng walked to the base of the mountain.

As he continued to advance, he found himself blocked by an invisible barrier, unable to approach the Ancient Coffin into which the Chief of the Hunting Tribe had transformed.

"Myriad Clans Continent!"

All the cultivators from various realms were astounded.

It turns out that the place where the Myriad Clans used to live is right here; no wonder after their death, they were buried at the deepest part of the Starry Sky Fog Forbidden Area, which had formed from the shattered Myriad Clans Continent.

"Interesting!"

Ye Feng looked at the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain in front of him, feeling the energy of heaven and earth continuously surging towards it and flowing into the very top of the mountain.

Ninety percent of the energy was devoured by the ten Ancient Coffins at the top, forming a special domain that enveloped the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain.

The rest of the Ancient Coffins below shared the remaining ten percent.

This distribution method was very uneven.

But no one dared to object.

At the very top, the ten Ancient Coffins buried the ten strongest Clan Leaders in the Myriad Clans’ history; any one of them could suppress all the Clan Leaders below them.

Their decisions were unquestionable.

On the ground.

Ye Feng raised his head to look at the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain.

Beside him, Sword Saint Yuexi and over ten other Supreme Saint Level powerhouses appeared.

"Sect Master Ye, can we break in?"

Sword Saint Yuexi asked quietly.

"We can’t, unless powerhouses of the Thunder Emperor and Sword God’s level take action. Otherwise, no one can break in," Ye Feng replied, shaking his head continuously.

"What should we do then?"

Sword Saint Yuexi and the others were worried.

Top-tier powerhouses like the Thunder Emperor and Sword God were unlikely to make a move casually.

They were the trump cards of the Three Thousand Realms.

Making a move prematurely would risk being targeted by the Myriad Clans.

"Ye Feng, if you dare, then just keep waiting!"

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe sneered with a vicious laugh.

With the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain safeguarding the Divine Soul Origin of his own being, he was not worried about being completely annihilated and became more arrogant.

"I will keep waiting."

Ye Feng nodded.

In the meantime, Sword Saint Yuexi and others took the opportunity to set up a Formation, in case a new Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans awakened and came to slaughter them.

One day, two days...

Time flew by.

Powerhouses from all realms arrived one after another. Many from the Saint Realm were joining forces, setting up powerful Killing Arrays around the Myriad Clans Continent, ready to provide support at any moment.

Throughout the ages.

The Myriad Clans have always been the mortal enemies of the Human Race.

There are often disputes within the Human Race, but once they face a powerful external enemy like the Myriad Clans, the Human Race unites unprecedentedly, ready to fight to the death.

At the foot of the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain.

After seven days of brewing, fifteen brand-new Clan Leaders of the Myriad Clans successfully revived.

Crack!

The Ancient Coffins they were in shattered at the same time, turning into various ancient weapons—swords, bows, clubs, spears, scythes, etc.—which were grasped by the outstretched hands of their true forms.

Fifteen powerful Clan Leaders of the Myriad Clans were completely born into the world.

They coldly gazed at Ye Feng, who was not far away, treating him as their current strongest enemy.

As for the others, they were temporarily ignored.

"Ye Feng is at the Hundred Tribulations Realm; don’t fight him one-on-one. It’s best to use the fusion secret technique," the Chief of the Hunting Tribe loudly reminded.

"Understood."

A brawny man with a human body and a bull’s head nodded. In his hands was a heavy hammer branded with the totems of several worlds.

Those were worlds he had once destroyed!

"The glory of the Myriad Clans will shine upon the world!"

The fifteen Clan Leaders of the Myriad Clans said in unison.

The next moment.

They grouped in threes, beginning to fuse into five three-headed six-armed creatures, each holding various types of weapons.

But, this was not the end.

The five creatures split into two groups and fused with each other to form two even more powerful giants.

Finally.

The two giants underwent the ultimate fusion.

When everything had settled, at the base of the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain, there stood a terrifying nine-headed eighteen-armed creature, five meters tall, with a 360-degree unobstructed field of view.

Any attack from any direction would be captured by the eyes on their bodies.

Fifteen of the arms each held a powerful weapon, exuding a despair-inducing aura of destruction.

"Ye Feng, despair!"

"Weak Human Race, tremble!"

"Today, you will surely perish!"

The nine-headed and eighteen-armed giant laughed menacingly, all mouths on its body speaking simultaneously, with the mere terrifying soundwave Power of Laws enough to make faces of Sword Saint Yuexi and others pale.

"You are no match, retreat!"

Ye Feng said sternly.

[PS: The power went out today, I was using my phone with only 50% battery left to write three Chapters. Fortunately, the power came back on at five in the afternoon, haha!]