The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1219: Collision of the Power of Space

In fact.

Ye Feng felt that he had a grudge against the Ancient Emperor.

However, he couldn’t pinpoint where the grudge originated.

Anyway, he just felt there was a grudge.

"Having a grudge against a disciple of the Ancient Emperor means you have a grudge with the Ancient Emperor as well."

Yu Kong shrank his neck, somewhat worried.

"Cough cough!"

Ye Feng touched his nose awkwardly without retorting.

"Young friend Ye Feng, you’ve been here for a day, have you taken a liking to any member of our Space Holy Roc Clan?"

Yu Kong suddenly asked with a smile.

Ye Feng’s heart skipped a beat.

Was his motive seen through?

"Everyone wants to tame our Space Holy Roc, I know that, and you, young friend Ye Feng, are no exception," Yu Kong said with a half-smile.

Ye Feng remained silent.

He was wondering whether he should just admit it.

But once admitted, would Yu Kong strike him dead?

"Forget it!"

"I can’t die anyway, what’s there to fear?"

With this thought, Ye Feng cleared his throat and stated solemnly: "Indeed, I want to tame a Space Holy Roc to help me break into the headquarters of the Number One Divine Sect."

"You are seeking your own death!"

Yu Kong glared at Ye Feng.

Even he hadn’t expected Ye Feng to be so audacious, to actually think about breaking into the Number One Divine Sect. Even he, a cultivator at the tenth level of the Hundred Tribulations Realm, wouldn’t dare do such a thing!

"Hehe, it’s a bit complicated."

Ye Feng smiled.

His aura constantly enveloped the Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate nearby, in case Yu Kong made a move against them, Ye Feng could immediately take the Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate into the Misty Boundary to avoid falling.

As for Ye Feng himself, he wasn’t panicky at all.

"However, to tame a member of our Space Holy Roc Clan is not that easy; you must pass the assessment of our Holy Island to earn the allegiance of a Space Holy Roc," Yu Kong stated.

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng was overjoyed.

So, it was possible to tame one!

But... what is the content of the assessment?

Ye Feng was very interested.

"The assessment is very difficult, do you plan to participate?" Yu Kong asked Ye Feng, curiosity filling his eyes.

"Of course, I will participate!" Ye Feng nodded.

He had checked, and the headquarters of the Number One Divine Sect was located in a time-space rift, hard to find.

But, the Space Holy Roc Clan knew.

Taming one could give him access to that place.

"Young friend Ye Feng, what is your cultivation level?" Yu Kong asked, "We of the Space Holy Roc have a rule, you can only tame a clan member of the same realm."

"Heavenly Saint Realm!"

Ye Feng released his own aura.

"Impossible! You’re only in the Heavenly Saint Realm?" Yu Kong’s eyes widened, "Shouldn’t you be nearing the Hundred Tribulations Realm?"

"I... practice Dual Cultivation of Magic and Body!"

Ye Feng no longer hid himself, his Vitality Power erupted, giving the impression of facing a Peak Supreme Saint. Even many of the Space Holy Rocs around were astonished.

"So, it is Dual Cultivation of Magic and Body!"

Yu Kong nodded, "Well then, that’s great, we’ll tentatively consider your cultivation level as Peak Supreme Saint. In our Space Holy Roc Clan, there are only about ten such members."

"Ten... ten members?"

Ye Feng was dumbstruck.

There were only a few hundred individuals in the Space Holy Roc Clan, yet about ten were at the level of Peak Supreme Saints, including Yu Kong, who was at the tenth level of the Hundred Tribulations Realm. Indeed, it was a race with terrifying talent and potential.

No wonder they could dominate the Dark Dimension.

"Those at the Peak Supreme Saint level or above, come over, you all wanted to spar, right? Now you have an opponent."

Yu Kong yelled out loud.

Flap flap!

Ten silver Space Holy Rocs flapped their wings and soared, landing around Ye Feng and the Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate. They lowered their heads, looking down on them, their eyes filled with disdain.

Ye Feng felt like he was being scorned.

One Space Holy Roc pointed its wing’s feather tip at the Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate and asked, "Ancestor, is it this early-stage Supreme Saint cultivator challenging us?"

"So weak!"

"Just an early-stage Supreme Saint."

The other Space Holy Rocs also shook their heads repeatedly.

"Looking down on me?"

Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate’s mouth twitched.

Ever since he perfected the Devouring Spirit Absolute Immortal Sword Formation, he hadn’t been defeated by an opponent of the Supreme Saint Realm.

"It’s not Ancient Spirit, young friend, who’s fighting you, but young friend Ye Feng." Yu Kong extended his huge wings and lightly tapped Ye Feng’s head with a feather on the tip.

"Him?"

"Heavenly Saint Realm cultivation level?"

"No!"

"This little guy seems to be a body cultivator, his vitality is as boundless as the sea, matching us shoulder to shoulder."

The ten Space Holy Rocs present began discussing.

"Yes, it’s me. What do I need to do to pass the test?" Ye Feng asked.

"Fight!" Yu Kong said, "You’ll face ten Peak Supreme Saint Space Holy Rocs alone. If you win, you can take one back with you, I won’t object."

At this statement, all ten Space Holy Rocs laughed.

"Giggle giggle!"

"Can this little one really defeat us?"

They all felt it was unbelievable.

"Letting our Sect Leader single out ten Peak Supreme Saints? That’s too hard!"

Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate’s eyes bulged.

Even with his combat power at its peak and the full power of the Devouring Spirit Absolute Immortal Sword Formation unleashed, he dared not claim he could cope with ten Peak Supreme Saints.

And now the opponent was the mighty Space Holy Roc Clan, even tougher to handle.

"When do we start? I’m in a hurry!"

Ye Feng crossed his arms and looked around, "Are you all coming at once, or do you plan to take turns?"

"Ouch!"

"This little one is small but talks big—I like him!"

"The size differences are too great, it’s impossible!"

"Nonsense! I can transform into human form, don’t you understand? It’s just that I don’t like transforming!"

The Space Holy Rocs present began arguing.

Ye Feng, surrounded in the middle, looked speechless.

Yu Kong covered his face with his wings and only exposed his eyes as large as stars; he could no longer bear to watch these undisciplined, rebellious clan members.

"Are you fighting or not?"

Ye Feng yelled.

The sound wave, containing violent Vitality Power, instantly blasted outward, causing all ten Space Holy Rocs present to stagger, their eyes filled with astonishment.

"Good fellow!"

"Pretty impressive!"

"Tag-team or all at once?"

"Tag-team first, if we can’t win, then all at once!"

"Alright!"

"The Human Race is too small, we need to reduce our sizes before fighting so that we can actually hit them."

The ten Space Holy Rocs immediately howled towards the sky.

Their bodies rapidly shrank.

A moment later.

The ten Space Holy Rocs transformed into ten meters tall beings, their eyes filled with sharp light and every single feather on their bodies shimmering with a silver radiance, like rows of swords.

"I’ll go first!"

A female-sounding Space Holy Roc made the first move, her body flickering before appearing in front of Ye Feng, waving her heavy wings powerfully.

Ye Feng immediately became serious.

"Myriad Realms Fist!"

As soon as he made a move, countless fist shadows appeared, causing the Space Holy Roc’s wing to crack, startlingly dislocating it.

"Ouch, you have no sense of chivalry!"

The Space Holy Roc, in pain, flew back, vigorously flapping its wings to reset the dislocated bones. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"All together now!"

The other Space Holy Rocs all pounced at once, their wings flapping simultaneously, stirring up a fierce spatial storm, engulfing Ye Feng, preventing him from escaping.

"Competing in Power of Space?"

Ye Feng’s mouth curved slightly, he heavily stomped his foot, and 10,000 strands of Space Power burst from his body, creating a tornado around him, warding off the other Space Holy Rocs’ spatial storm.

"10,000 threads of Space Law?"

"This is the level of the first layer of Hundred Tribulations Realm!"

"Ancestor, this kid is cheating!"

The members of the Space Holy Roc Clan shouted out loud, feeling deceived.

"No cheating, you outnumber him. Besides, young friend Ye Feng’s Magic Cultivation level is only Heavenly Saint Realm, so he can’t perfectly utilize the power of Space Law, it’s not bullying you."

Yu Kong yawned, utterly content.

On regular days.

These clan members never stop bickering, preventing him from resting peacefully, so now letting Ye Feng teach them a lesson also brought him joy.