The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1238: The Great Elder’s Doomsday

"I have a bad feeling about this!"

The Third Elder was frightened.

The Great Elder also had this feeling but forced himself to appear calm, saying, "During the peak era of the Myriad Clans, there was only one Supreme Saint in each clan, and I too am a Supreme Saint. What is there to be afraid of?"

Upon hearing this, everyone snapped back to reality.

"Exactly!"

"With the Great Elder here, what’s there to panic about?"

"Merely the remains of the Hunting Tribe, even if they are of the Heavenly Saint Realm, are not enough to fear."

Everybody regained their confidence.

Outside the starry sky.

Ye Feng was exploring the star system before him.

"It should be right here."

Ye Feng muttered to himself.

Suddenly, a weird and ancient aura burst forth from the depths of the star system, blowing away the cosmic dust around it.

"Such a powerful oppressive force!"

Ye Feng’s expression changed slightly. "It seems the ancient tomb has been opened, and the remains inside are about to emerge."

He quickly activated the Eye of Decryption.

All the prohibitive barriers before him were like smoke, posing no obstruction whatsoever, allowing Ye Feng to proceed deeper.

An hour later.

Ye Feng successfully reached the deepest part.

Inside the Burial of the Gods.

The ancient coffin of the Hunting Tribe was absorbing the power of the Saint Manifestation, trembling continuously and erupting with waves of energy, causing the Third Elder, of the Heavenly Saint Realm, to change his expression drastically.

"A being of the Supreme Saint Level!"

The Third Elder struggled to turn his stiff neck, gazing at the other ancient coffins, and couldn’t help but be astonished.

"There are tens of thousands of these ancient coffins; if each of them contains the remains of a Supreme Saint, wouldn’t that be enough to sweep through the Three Thousand Realms?"

The remaining figures at the Saint Manifestation level involuntarily gasped in disbelief.

The Great Elder’s complexion turned grim.

"Boom!"

The ancient coffin of the Hunting Tribe burst forth completely.

Countless Bone Spear-shaped beams of light exploded outward, and even the Grand Elder of the Devouring Heaven Demon Sect was blasted away.

The others were left coughing up blood on the spot.

"What a powerful presence!"

"This has to be at least the peak of the Supreme Saint Level!"

"I can’t possibly be a match for it!"

"I had thought that each clan leader from the era of the Myriad Clans was just an ordinary Supreme Saint; who knew they were actually of the peak Supreme Saint Level, far stronger than we had imagined."

The heart of the Great Elder almost leaped into his throat.

Whir!

The ancient coffin of the Hunting Tribe trembled once more.

Another bizarre surge swept out, impacting all the coffins present, causing them to flicker with ancient runes, as if they were about to awaken gradually.

In that instant.

Terrifying fluctuations burst from each and every ancient coffin.

The row of coffins at the very interior gave off a presence that made the Grand Elder of the Devouring Heaven Demon Sect feel an even greater terror than facing the Devouring Heaven Demon Emperor.

"Damn it!"

"The ancient coffins of the Myriad Clans contain beings of the Hundred Tribulations Realm!"

"Moreover, the closer to the depths of the burial, the stronger the remains of the Myriad Clans’ mighty ones buried in the coffins, with half of them being more powerful than our Lord Demon Emperor!"

The Great Elder exclaimed in shock.

He suddenly realized that he had done something foolish.

This burial site was like a doomsday gate, which he personally opened, unleashing beings capable of destroying the world.

"Stronger than Lord Demon Emperor?"

The Third Elder and others all turned pale.

The Great Elder gritted his teeth:

"While the ancient coffins are not yet fully unsealed, quickly inform Lord Demon Emperor and request his intervention to seal this!"

"Yes!"

Everyone immediately retreated.

But it was too late.

The activated ancient coffin of the Clan Leader of the Hunting Tribe suddenly exploded, turning into a torrent that coalesced mid-air into a Dark Gold Bone Spear about three meters long, extremely sharp.

Whir!

It was grasped by a withered, ancient bronze-colored arm covered in strange patterns, poised to throw.

The next moment.

The Bone Spear instantly pinned a Saint Manifestation to the ground, devouring all their energy in an instant, turning them to ash in the blink of an eye.

"What a sweet and appetizing flavor!"

A cold voice sounded.

The Grand Elder of the Devouring Heaven Demon Sect and others hurriedly looked over.

An over two-meter tall giant emerged, his body withered with strange patterns all over him, holding the Bone Spear that he had just used, his eyes filled with cold murderous intent.

"It’s the Clan Leader of the Hunting Tribe!"

"He has actually been reborn?"

The hearts of the Great Elder and others sunk to the bottom.

According to legend, the Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans was annihilated by the Nine Great Heavenly Venerables, leaving no remains, yet now, the opponent had actually been reborn!

Could it be that the historical records were wrong?

"Human Race?"

"Unexpectedly, after so many years, there are still Human Race powerhouses who can match the realm of our Clan Leader. What a surprise."

The Clan Leader of the Hunting Tribe walked out of the ancient tomb.

His gaze landed on the paralyzed Great Elder, Third Elder, and others, revealing a greedy glint in his eyes.

Whoosh!

The Bone Spear was hurled out again.

Another Saint Manifestation was nailed to the ground on the spot.

"Go!"

The Great Elder roared angrily, unleashing all his strength to break through the void with the Third Elder and the remaining Saint Manifestation, rushing into the depths of the Misty Area before them.

"Trying to flee? Hah!"

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe caught the returning Bone Spear and targeted a spot deep within the fog, hurling it viciously.

Rip!

The last Saint Manifestation was skewered in place.

"You could find us even here?"

The Great Elder from within the fog twitched his eyelids and hurriedly fled at top speed with the Third Elder.

Whoosh!

The Bone Spear suddenly struck with lethal force.

Even the Third Elder, a Heavenly Saint, was pierced through, his body beginning to desiccate and crumble.

"Great Elder, save me!"

The Third Elder clung desperately to the Great Elder’s hand, unwilling to let go, his eyes filled with pleading.

"Get lost!"

"A fellow Daoist’s death won’t lead to my poverty."

The Great Elder roared with fury, his aura shaking as he shattered the Third Elder’s grip and crushed an ancient talisman in his sleeve. In an instant, he swept across a large expanse of the Misty Area, retreating along the original path.

He moved with incredible speed.

Half an hour later.

Outside the Starry Sky Fog.

The Great Elder had successfully escaped.

"Finally safe."

The Great Elder rejoiced.

Being in the same Supreme Saint Realm, the difference in strength wasn’t too vast. Even if the Chief of the Hunting Tribe was a Peak Supreme Saint, if the Great Elder truly wished to escape, it would be very difficult to kill him.

"You think you can escape?"

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe also emerged from the Misty Area.

The two stood in the starry sky.

The distance between them narrowed to a hundred zhang.

"Now is the era of the Human Race, your Myriad Clans should have long been dead and buried, yet you dare to emerge, seeking death! Do you really think we only have ordinary Supreme Saints?"

The Grand Elder of the Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect roared.

A sharp sword appeared in his hand.

Demons’ might surged through him.

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe laughed.

"The era of the Human Race?"

"That’s truly laughable."

"A million years ago, you had nine Great Heavenly Venerables whose strength brought us to the brink of despair. Too bad they’re not around anymore."

"The future belongs to our Myriad Clans."

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe stepped closer to the Grand Elder of the Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect, his eyes brimming with bloodthirsty light.

The Grand Elder sneered:

"How dare a mere Peak Supreme Saint speak so boldly!"

"Apart from you, the other clan leaders of the Myriad Clans have yet to awaken, and even if they do, so what?"

"We have more than a dozen of the Hundred Tribulations Realm, the so-called Hidden Realm, and the strongest among them, the Thunder Emperor and Sword God, are horrifying enough to shatter the universe."

"Once they take action, we will crush you as easily as flipping a hand."

Hearing this, the Chief of the Hunting Tribe scoffed:

"Not afraid to tell you something."

"I’m just the weakest among the clan leaders of the Myriad Clans. Above me, there are nearly ten thousand existences at the Peak Supreme Saint Level or above, and among them, the top ten leaders are utterly terrifying."

"From today on."

"Every year a thousand clan leaders of the Myriad Clans will be revived."

"In ten years."

"The strongest ten leaders will come into the world."

"By then, the whole world will once again belong to our Myriad Clans, and you will eventually be enslaved by us."

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe burst into wild laughter.

The next moment.

He suddenly hurled the Bone Spear out.

"Hmph!"

The Grand Elder of the Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect immediately drew his sword, slashing out countless demonic sword beams in an instant, but all were penetrated by the Bone Spear, which then pierced through his chest.

"How is this possible?"

The Grand Elder of the Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect looked down.

Seeing the Bone Spear that had pierced through him, his eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Did you think I was just an ordinary Peak Supreme Saint?"

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe approached the fallen elder, one hand gripping the Bone Spear, the other seizing the opponent’s neck.

"Your doomsday has arrived!"

Crack!

The Great Elder’s neck was snapped.

The escaping Primordial Spirit inside found itself pinned by the Bone Spear in the void, utterly unable to avoid it.

In the distant void.

Ye Feng looked on with cold indifference.

Maintaining the hand seals, he transmitted everything happening here through the Power of the World, spreading it to every corner of the Great Thousand World.

Instantly, the entire world was shaken.