The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1263: Slaying the Ming Emperor’s Avatar

"The Ming Emperor’s Avatar has been defeated?"

"What technique did Ye Feng use to pierce through even the Ming Emperor’s Avatar at the third layer of the Hundred Tribulations Realm?"

"He said it’s a fusion secret technique."

"Truly worthy of Sect Master Ye!"

"He must have studied the Celestial Clan’s Heavenly Constellation Fusion Technique and the Ming Emperor’s Ming Clan Army Fusion Technique to create such a powerful fusion secret technique."

"To gain such enlightenment in battle, he’s truly a genius."

Cultivators across all realms were deeply shocked.

High in the sky.

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar stared at his shattered chest, his face filled with disbelief.

"Your combat power has risen this drastically?"

Originally, he thought Ye Feng was just a larger ant, one he could crush easily, but to his surprise, the opponent turned out to be immensely tricky, even defeating his own avatar.

"Surprised?"

Ye Feng replied coldly.

"Hmph! Even if your combat power has surged, you’re still no match for this form of mine. Die!"

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar struck again.

He didn’t engage in close combat; instead, he hovered in midair, his hands folded, a phantom Gate of Netherworld emerging behind him.

Countless green figures charged forth from the gate.

It was the Army of Dead Souls!

Swoosh!

As the Army of Dead Souls swept through the air, a deafening roar erupted, leaving all cultivators across the realms feeling their eardrums ache, their entire bodies uncomfortably tense.

"Suppress!"

Ye Feng pressed his palms together, a giant phantom appearing behind him, glowing brilliantly, mimicking his gesture.

Bang!

The countless dead souls were hit by a golden Heaven-obscuring Palm Seal, scattering. Yet, they quickly merged back together, forming an enormous green phantom that struck toward Ye Feng.

"Useless."

Ye Feng snorted coldly, letting the green phantom made from dead souls strike him without budging, his expression calm.

Meanwhile, the green phantom was shattered into pieces.

"How is this possible? Even the spirit-type attacks of the dead souls are ineffective!"

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar was stunned.

"Die!"

Ye Feng charged forward.

Tens of thousands of fist imprints hovered in midair, bombarding the Ming Emperor’s Avatar, forcing him to retreat as his injuries quickly worsened.

"This child is so strong?"

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar grew increasingly alarmed.

Even his spirit-type attacks had no effect on Ye Feng—could his defense truly be invincible? freeweɓnøvel.com

If it were, how could he possibly break through?

The expression of the Ming Emperor’s Avatar grew grim.

"Don’t bother thinking about it. It’s impossible for you to penetrate my defenses. The only outcome awaiting you now is for me to finish you off!" Ye Feng said coldly.

In the next moment.

He charged forward.

In an instant.

Ye Feng had already reached the Ming Emperor’s Avatar, emanating a dangerous aura.

"Not good!"

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar’s body erupted with terrifying waves, pushing the void backward instantly as he attempted to retreat urgently to evade Ye Feng’s assault.

"Too slow!"

Ye Feng said sharply.

His hands clenched into fists, his entire body shrouded in a faint chaos mist, enveloping him as thousands of fist imprints smashed out, each landing on the Ming Emperor’s Avatar.

Bang! Bang!

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar’s body exploded repeatedly, his life force rapidly channeling into his wounds. But just as he was about to heal, Ye Feng’s relentless heavy punches shattered him again.

In moments, blood spilled across the heavens.

The crowd watched Ye Feng pummel the Ming Emperor’s Avatar, all wide-eyed and slack-jawed, unable to utter a word.

Misty Sect.

The disciples and elders were watching intently.

"Sect Leader is so powerful!"

Jia Yulan couldn’t help swallowing hard.

Spirit Beast Peak.

Brother Flathead watched as Ye Feng demolished the Ming Emperor’s Avatar, excitement flashing in his eyes. He began imagining himself in Ye Feng’s position.

At that moment.

It felt as though he was conquering the battlefield.

This sensation was wonderful.

As he kept imagining, Brother Flathead plopped down onto the ground, fell fast asleep, and began drooling profusely.

Above the Myriad Clans Continent.

Ye Feng continued punching furiously, completely obliterating the Ming Emperor’s Avatar until he dissolved into a mist.

"Damn it!"

The enraged voice of the Ming Emperor’s Avatar echoed.

The mist that made up his form began gathering toward the center, condensing into a furious face.

"Ye Feng, you’re doomed!"

"Once my true form emerges, I will utterly erase you! It doesn’t matter if you’re the role model for these countless low-level ants in the Three Thousand Realms. I’ll slaughter you all the same!"

"Ye Feng, you—"

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar’s angry face roared defiantly.

But before he could finish, Ye Feng gave no chance for idle chatter, landing another heavy blow, scattering the mist completely.

And so, the battle concluded.

Ye Feng descended onto the Myriad Clans Continent.

Ignoring everyone present, he closed his eyes, reflecting on every detail of the battle.

"Fusion!"

Ye Feng murmured.

He was determined to forge a new path.

Fusion!

All-encompassing!

One of a kind!

...

A self-contained world within his body!

To create an entire universe!

Countless concepts flashed through his mind, igniting inspiration.

"All Laws Return to One!"

"So this is the path I must walk."

Ye Feng suddenly understood.

He had successfully grasped a fleeting, divine inspiration, taking hold of an ephemeral chance as his thoughts crystallized. He began his enlightenment, standing perfectly still.

On the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain.

"Ye Feng is entering enlightenment!"

"Stop him!"

"Let’s hunt down other Saint Realm experts to distract Ye Feng and prevent his successful enlightenment; otherwise, he will become an even more fearsome foe."

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe and others roared.

Their voice sent shockwaves through the Myriad Clans Continent, causing Sword Saint Yue Xi, the Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect, and hundreds of Saint Realm experts nearby to pale.

"Retreat immediately!"

Sword Saint Yue Xi called out.

"Don’t become a burden to Sect Master Ye."

The Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect waved his long sleeves, enveloping those present with the Taiji Disc and rapidly retreating to a safer distance away from the perilous Myriad Clans Continent.

"Hehehe!"

"You won’t escape!"

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe and others expended a fraction of their Origins, once again activating their Ancient Coffins, wielding the divine weapons they had become, and launched an assault on Sword Saint Yue Xi and the others.

"You all go ahead, I’ll cover you!"

The Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect unleashed his powers, sending Sword Saint Yue Xi and company thousands of miles away while he deployed the Taiji Disc, confronting dozens of clan leaders.

"A mere Supreme Saint dares to play hero."

"You’ll die here!"

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe snarled.

Several clan leaders, currently at their peak, joined forces—more than enough to kill the Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect.

The remaining leaders, though not at their peak, still possessed the power to wreak havoc among the Saint Realm experts led by Sword Saint Yue Xi.

"Hurry, retreat!"

The Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect shouted.

Standing before the Chief of the Mad Axe Tribe and the Heaven Severing Tribe, he traced a Taiji Disc in the void, suddenly pushing it forward.

Boom!

The massive Taiji Disc crashed forward, sending the Chief of the Hunting Tribe and others flying.

"Audacious!"

One clan leader, at the height of his power, roared furiously, tearing through the void alongside several others, flanking the Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect from behind.

They struck simultaneously.

The fearsome assault shattered the Grand Elder’s Taiji Disc, causing his body to crack open, fresh blood staining his newly donned white robes.

"Grand Elder!"

The crowd cried out, tears in their eyes.

"Go now!"

The Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect gritted his teeth, rallying his strength to trace another Taiji Disc, which he hurled at one of the clan leaders, forcing them to scream in agony as their body was torn apart.

In the next moment.

More Myriad Clans leaders surged forward.

After several rounds.

The Grand Elder was struck, his spine shattered, leaving a massive gash across his abdomen. Just a few more attacks could annihilate him.

"Hehehe!"

"Kill him!"

The clan leaders abandoned their pursuit of Sword Saint Yue Xi and the others, fully encircling the Grand Elder, intending to dismember and refine him.