The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1252: Chu Tianlan Makes a Move

The disciples of Misty Sect showed no fear.

Even if it meant fighting until the last person, they dared to raise their fists in defiance against this Saint Realm member of the Hunting Tribe.

Rip!

The Saint Realm Hunting Tribe member stepped forward and crushed the last defiant Fifth Generation Misty Sect disciple into oblivion. His eyes filled with arrogance as he provocatively stared at Ye Feng and Sword Saint Yue Xi.

"Sect Master Ye, why didn’t you stop this?"

Sword Saint Yue Xi asked in apparent bewilderment.

The Clan Leader of the Hunting Tribe had dispatched someone of the Saint Realm, blatantly breaking the balance.

"I want the disciples to face the Saint Realm head-on," Ye Feng replied calmly. "If they encounter real danger someday, they wouldn’t even have the courage to resist otherwise."

"So, none of the disciples actually died?"

Sword Saint Yue Xi began to understand something.

Misty Sect’s disciples... wouldn’t truly die!

"What came were avatars. How could they die?" Ye Feng glanced at Sword Saint Yue Xi, transmitting his voice.

"Avatars?"

Sword Saint Yue Xi was stunned.

There were actually avatars in this world so real that they could deceive even her, a Supreme Saint Realm cultivator with powerful Divine Sense.

"Yes, avatars."

Ye Feng nodded.

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"I value the sect disciples more than I value myself. I’d rather charge into danger myself than let them face harm."

"But..."

"This world is not safe."

"Disciples cannot always hide under my protection."

"I must temper them."

"Only through trials of life and death can they become resilient and capable, true strong ones capable of standing tall, not delicate flowers sheltered inside a greenhouse."

With this, Ye Feng smiled.

"He’s here."

Hearing this, Sword Saint Yue Xi froze.

He?

Who’s here?

She hastily glanced around but saw no one other than herself and Ye Feng.

At the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain.

The Clan Leader of the Hunting Tribe laughed maniacally, "Ye Feng, your Misty Sect disciples will undoubtedly perish. Now, let me see what other methods you can use to bring them back to life."

On the ground.

The Saint Realm Hunting Tribe member stood upright, followed by a large group of Myriad Clans’ clansmen.

"Chu Tianlan, step forward!"

Ye Feng ignored the Hunting Tribe Clan Leader and instead looked into a certain patch of void, speaking leisurely.

"Hmm."

A male voice echoed.

From the previously empty space materialized a handsome young man. Hands clasped behind his back, he radiated the aura of Saint Entry level cultivation.

This man was none other than Chu Tianlan.

After a period of arduous cultivation, he had successfully reached the peak of Saint Entry Realm, close to Saint Manifestation. Were it not for the battle, he would likely have been furthering his breakthrough at Misty Peak.

"Saint Entry Realm peak?"

"Misty Sect has such a powerful disciple?"

Powerful figures from various factions were left dumbfounded.

The Hunting Tribe Clan Leader and his followers were equally shocked.

"Ye Feng, this is an obvious violation!"

The Hunting Tribe Clan Leader roared furiously.

"This is our Misty Sect Fifth Generation disciple, Chu Tianlan. He carries the Sect Disciple Token. Come on, show it to them and let them see for themselves—broaden their horizons!"

Ye Feng turned to Chu Tianlan.

On the ground.

Chu Tianlan looked helpless.

Nevertheless, he still brought out the Sect Disciple Token.

The War Expedition Gate was truly extraordinary.

Even Sect Disciple Tokens could be replicated, appearing indistinguishable from the real ones.

"Ridiculous!"

"How can one have Saint Realm existences as Fifth Generation disciples?"

"The Misty Sect’s Fifth Generation disciples are all supposed to be in the Spirit Sea and Divine Origin Realms. How could a Saint Entry Realm peak disciple suddenly appear?"

The Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans cursed in fury.

"Kill them!"

Ye Feng wasted no words.

Similarly, Chu Tianlan didn’t waste words either. He leapt forward, directly confronting the Saint Realm Hunting Tribe member.

"Not good!"

The Hunting Tribe member immediately retreated.

But, he was still a step too late.

Chu Tianlan formed his fingers into a sword and delivered a fierce stroke, slicing the Saint Realm Hunting Tribe member cleanly in half. Blood sprayed into the air, and the pungent scent of blood thickened the surroundings.

"Too weak."

Chu Tianlan smirked in disdain.

Once the Heavenly Mandate of the Tianlan Immortal Realm, he felt that dealing with Saint Entry level opponents diminished his stature.

But Ye Feng’s orders were sacrosanct.

He dared not disobey.

"Die—all of you!"

Chu Tianlan again formed his fingers into a sword and unleashed a vicious strike. Razor-sharp sword beams swept through the Myriad Clans’ clan members, reducing them to shreds within less than a single breath’s time.

Thus, the battle ended.

Chu Tianlan stood alone amidst countless remains of the Myriad Clans’ members, gazing at the distant Myriad Clans Divine Mountain.

"What a bizarrely fearsome place."

Chu Tianlan’s heart shuddered.

He could sense it.

The Myriad Clans Divine Mountain pulsated with terrifying aura, where numerous powerhouses resided, their concealed energies were daunting. There were undoubtedly nearly a hundred Immortal Emperor-level entities lurking there.

This place posed a colossal threat!

"Sect Master, what is this place?"

Chu Tianlan returned to Ye Feng’s side and asked.

"Myriad Clans Divine Mountain, the burial ground of the Myriad Clans’ Clan Leader. They should’ve perished, but now they’ve come back to life. Surely there’s some mysterious power scheming behind this."

Ye Feng replied in a low voice.

"Another plot from powerhouses?"

Chu Tianlan frowned. "These so-called powerhouses—always scheming instead of cultivating wholeheartedly. No wonder they fail to become true apex-level beings."

Sword Saint Yue Xi couldn’t help but marvel.

She felt Chu Tianlan’s tone was peculiar, not like that of a Saint Entry Realm peak, but more like an ancient monster who had lived for countless eons and seen through everything.

"Some people are just that way, obsessed with power and schemes."

Ye Feng laughed heartily.

He looked toward the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain and shouted, "All your clansmen are dead. Aren’t you sending more?"

Ye Feng was eager for the opposition to dispatch more clansmen.

The Myriad Clans Clan Leader could use his Soul Blood to create clansmen. As long as he lived, the entire clan endured, sparing them the threat of extinction.

However, this method came at the cost of consuming Origin.

If the Myriad Clans Clan Leader continued generating clansmen, his recovery would slow, delaying his emergence. Meanwhile, Misty Sect’s disciples could be tempered in the process.

This strategy was a win-win.

"Don’t get cocky, Ye Feng."

"Our Myriad Clans have no shortage of clansmen. Just wait and see!"

In the next moment.

Dozens of drops of Soul Blood appeared, transforming into members from dozens of clans, each numbering in the hundreds. The weakest were of Divine Origin Realm, while the strongest were over ten Four-Turn Quasi-Saints.

For now, no Saint Realm forces were deployed.

"Where are the Saint Realm members? Send them out! Our Misty Sect’s Chu Tianlan said he’s ready to fight a hundred of them!"

Ye Feng laughed loudly.

"Did I say that?"

Chu Tianlan rolled his eyes.

"If I said you did, then you did." Ye Feng glanced sideways at Chu Tianlan, raising an eyebrow.

"Fine!"

Chu Tianlan curled his lip, challenging the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain, "Are you all too scared to die? Why don’t you all come out? I’ll take you all on!"

This declaration shocked the various factions.

The Hunting Tribe Clan Leader and others were stunned at first, then burning with rage.

"You insolent brat, you’re arrogant!"

"Kill him, kill him now!"

Infuriated at losing face, the Myriad Clans Clan Leader released strands of Soul Blood, forming a massive giant with nine heads and eighteen arms in mid-air. The giant radiated the aura of Saint Manifestation level.

Whoosh!

The giant charged forward, aiming to crush Chu Tianlan.

"Young man, you’re arrogant! Weren’t you just boasting about taking us all on? Now bring your life forth!"

The nine-headed, eighteen-armed giant roared furiously.

Smack!

Ye Feng casually slapped, instantly killing the giant.

"Ye Feng, what are you doing?"

"How dare you openly violate the rules? Such audacity!"

The Myriad Clans Clan Leader was fuming with rage.

"Apologies, my hand cramped."

Ye Feng’s right hand twitched uncontrollably, his face brimming with innocence, infuriating the Myriad Clans Clan Leader into a barrage of expletives.

Across the realms.

Countless cultivators were dumbfounded at first, then burst into laughter. They had seen shamelessness before, but Ye Feng’s level of shamelessness was beyond anything they had ever encountered.

Still, everyone found it amusing.