The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 792 - : Destroy the Crimson Moon Gate, Full Energy (Third Update)

Chapter 792 -792: Destroy the Crimson Moon Gate, Full Energy (Third Update)

Ye Feng returned to Misty Peak.

For others, Feng Chuan was the Saint Heir of Wanzong Holy Land, but for Ye Feng, he was just a tool.

Once his usefulness was drained dry, he could be discarded without a second thought.

Feng Chuan did not know that the moment he caught Ye Feng’s attention, his tragic fate was already sealed.

Rip!

The void was suddenly torn apart.

Ye Feng looked towards the source of the sound and saw Hu Feifei returning to the peak top, shouldering the Hunyuan Staff with a smile on her face.

[Hu Feifei’s Upgrade Energy: 90%]

“90% upgrade energy… Could it be that you’ve reached the limit of the Crimson Moon Gate?”

Ye Feng asked.

“Yeah, no matter how much I pound on the Crimson Moon Gate, I can’t absorb any more energy,” Hu Feifei nodded.

Ye Feng said, “It seems the wool from the Crimson Moon Gate has been completely sheared by you, leaving no reason for its existence.”

“Then, let me go blow it up!” Hu Feifei was excited.

In her Third Combat Form, she could unleash a force at the Pseudo-Heavenly Dao Level, capable of cracking the Crimson Moon Gate.

“No need, I’ll do it!”

Ye Feng grabbed Hu Feifei’s hand, tore through the void, and descended above the Crimson Moon Gate.

“It’s Ye Feng!”

Behind the Crimson Moon Gate, those Celestial Clan strongmen crouched on the altar all trembled with fear, a chill from the depths of their souls making them retreat.

“The Crimson Moon Gate has no reason to exist any longer!”

All heard Ye Feng roar.

His voice spread slowly, amplified by the Power of Destiny, reaching across the entire Shenzhou Continent.

The next moment.

He lifted his fist, releasing a terrifying power fluctuation. Every cultivator on Shenzhou who had opened their Heavenly Eye could see the projection near the Crimson Moon Gate.

Ye Feng raised his fist and smashed it down with all his might.

Crack!

The supposedly indestructible Crimson Moon Gate shattered into pieces under his blow, and then, completely burst into dust.

Suspended Mountain.

In front of that colossal altar.

Hundreds of Celestial Clan strongmen were watching the footage returned from the other side, only to see Ye Feng’s punch blow up the Crimson Moon Gate directly.

Moreover, the terrifying aura even reached them!

“It’s over!”

“Oh my god!”

The next moment, the terrible power fluctuations exploded on the altar, turning the altar used for creating Celestial Berserkers into dust.

The hundreds of surrounding Celestial Clan strongmen, whether Heavenly Emperors or Quasi-Saints, all vaporized on the spot at that instant.

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“Ye Feng, you’re courting death!”

The Destiny Empress sensed the fluctuations and was about to stop it, but it was already too late.

When she arrived near the altar, all she saw was ruins.

“Once I leave seclusion, you are dead!”

The Destiny Empress trembled with rage, stomped her feet in place, waited for her anger to subside, then ran back to the Lotus Pond to continue her seclusion.

On the Shenzhou Continent.

People from all the major forces were invigorated.

“It is said that the Crimson Moon Gate could withstand a full-force strike from a being of the Saint Realm without breaking, yet it was blown to pieces with a single punch from Sect Master Ye.”

“It’s confirmed!”

“Sect Master Ye has become a Physical Body Saint!”

Messages like this spread their wings and flew swiftly across the entire Shenzhou.

Numerous people were deeply shaken by this.

Some knelt and chanted names like “Saint Ye” in fervor, their eyes filled with zeal.

In the Cangqing Forbidden Zone.

Xiao Cangtian’s mouth twitched.

“Indeed worthy of him, to be able to shatter the Crimson Moon Gate with one punch, truly becoming a Physical Body Saint. With this, the gap between him and me has widened…”

“To have him as a target for pursuit truly breaks my heart!”

Xiao Cangtian felt completely powerless.

“My lord, this servant believes that you can definitely do it. If you are a man, you cannot say that you can’t,” encouraged Bai Ji, standing beside him.

“Yes!” Xiao Cangtian’s fighting spirit reignited. “If you are a man, you must succeed, and if you can’t, you must make it possible!”

Bai Ji, beaming with joy, said, “Then… Young Master, can you do it tonight or not?”

Xiao Cangtian’s breath hitched, “Tonight… I can’t!”

Bai Ji: “…”

In other regions of the Shenzhou Continent, people began to hear the shocking news of Ye Feng shattering the Crimson Moon Gate with a single punch.

The majority were cheering.

But, a very small number had furrowed brows and sorrowful faces.

They were Ye Feng’s enemies.

Hearing that Ye Feng had achieved the Physical Body Saint Path, these people’s faces seemed to be masked with agony, and their hearts were incredibly gloomy!

Misty Sect.

[Prestige Points +129872527]

[Power of Faith +9862826312]

Both of these figures were surging.

At the current stage, Misty Sect’s Prestige Points had surpassed ninety-eight billion, just a hair’s breadth away from one hundred billion.

“We should hit one hundred billion in a few days.”

Ye Feng smiled.

He was quite looking forward to it.

After all, once the Prestige Points reached one hundred billion, the Spirit Beast Pavilion could unlock the Ninth Order. As for whether it would come with other rewards or not, Ye Feng wasn’t sure, but he still hoped there would be some.

“Sect Master, what should I do next?”

Hu Feifei sat beside Ye Feng, her nine pink tails waving continuously, bringing a cool breeze to Ye Feng.

“Keep absorbing energy, of course.”

Ye Feng took out a Treasure Bead.

This item was a Treasure Bead of Origin refined from a part of Saint Emperor Lingwei’s Sacred Body, suitable for Hu Feifei to absorb.

“Okay!”

Hu Feifei was overjoyed.

She had a feeling that once she finished absorbing this Origin Treasure Bead, her Upgrade Energy would be full.

“What a pity, you can’t become Sacred Arms.”

Ye Feng sighed.

“Why not?” Hu Feifei was puzzled.

“There’s no Saint Ascension Tribulation for now, so you’ll have to wait a few more years,” Ye Feng said.

“Alright then!” Hu Feifei pouted, sat to one side, and absorbed the energy from the Origin Treasure Bead, her energy steadily rising.

Half a day later.

Hu Feifei’s energy reached 100%, after which it could not rise any further, as if hitting a bottleneck.

“I’m so sleepy!”

Soon after, Hu Feifei yawned, closed her eyes, and lay in Ye Feng’s arms, falling into a deep sleep.

“She actually needs to sleep for ten years!”

Ye Feng raised an eyebrow.

He set Hu Feifei down in the Sect Leader’s Great Hall and deployed a Hundredfold Time-Acceleration Formation around her.

That way, she would wake up in a month.

However, without the Saint Ascension Tribulation, Hu Feifei could only be considered a Pseudo-Sacred Arms at that time, with a strength equivalent to the Pseudo-Heavenly Dao Level, slightly inferior to the Saint Entry Realm.

Several days later.

Ye Feng was deducing.

The numerous pieces of knowledge obtained from the Prophet Clan’s ancestral altar were full of gaps, which he spent days straightening out and compiling into a book.

“Qiankun, come over here!”

Ye Feng called out.

“Sect Master, did you call for me?” The bald youth Li Qiankun hurried to the Sect Leader’s Great Hall as fast as he could and saw Ye Feng.

“This book is for you,” Ye Feng pointed to the table.

Li Qiankun looked down to see an ancient tome on the table, with the words “Complete Exegesis of the Prophets” written on its cover.

“Sect Master, what is this?”

“It’s the revised edition of all the knowledge of the Prophet Clan, also the only complete volume in history. Master its contents, and your deducing abilities will soar to transcend ordinary levels and enter the saintly realm,” Ye Feng said proudly.

This was the most powerful version he had perfected based on the Prophet Clan’s inherited knowledge.

As long as Li Qiankun comprehended this ancient tome, in terms of deduction, he could thrash Feng Chuan.

And this was precisely what Ye Feng wanted to see.

The mere Feng Chuan couldn’t even compare to Li Qiankun, yet he wanted to compete with him? He was simply too young!