The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1256: Sun and Moon Shine Brightly in the World
Chapter 1256: Chapter 1256: Sun and Moon Shine Brightly in the World
Under the starry sky.
The Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect wore an expression of unyielding resolve.
He knew that numerous Elders and Disciples were pursuing him from behind, but he did not halt—on the contrary, he sped up.
"In today’s battle, I will surely die!"
"Even if death is inevitable, I must die gloriously, die on the Myriad Clans Continent, die paving the way for the battles fought for the Human Race—to set an example for the Sect’s disciples!"
The Grand Elder gripped the Sun and Moon Taiji Sword tightly.
"My old friend!"
"After today, I don’t know whether we’ll survive. Soon, we fight with everything we have!"
He gently stroked the sword in his hand, murmuring softly.
Buzz!
The Sun and Moon Taiji Sword vibrated faintly, as if resonating with its master’s battle intent, releasing Sword Intent in response.
...
Myriad Clans Continent.
"Sect Master Ye, you’ve returned?"
Sword Saint Yue Xi, upon seeing Ye Feng’s arrival, voiced her concern: "You... You didn’t kill the Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect, did you? If you did that, wouldn’t you offend the Ten Directions Saint Emperor?"
"He’s not dead," Ye Feng replied with a shake of his head.
"Not dead?" Sword Saint Yue Xi was stunned.
So, did Ye Feng merely beat up the Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect? Or did nothing actually occur at all?
Sword Saint Yue Xi’s heart was full of skepticism.
Myriad Clans Divine Mountain.
The Chief of the Hunting Tribe, noticing Ye Feng’s return, quickly spoke to the other Clan Leaders:
"Didn’t I say so?"
"Ye Feng’s disappearance was just a ruse. His true goal was to ambush us. When he saw that we weren’t leaving, he revealed himself."
"Right now, he’s probably feeling pretty annoyed!"
"Hahaha!"
As he spoke, the Chief of the Hunting Tribe burst into wild laughter.
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Ye Feng heard the voices drifting down from the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain, a mocking smile curving at the corner of his mouth.
An hour later.
An elderly figure stepped onto the Myriad Clans Continent.
The members of the Ten Directions Holy Sect followed closely behind, gathering near the Myriad Clans Continent. They watched the Grand Elder, who was about to attack the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain, with expressions of sorrow and reluctance.
"The Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect!"
"Why is he here?"
"Huh!"
"Why are his clothes in tatters? He looks like he just got clobbered."
All eyes were fixed on the Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect, and speculation began to stir among them.
"What’s going on?"
Sword Saint Yue Xi, too, was curious.
She turned her gaze to Ye Feng, tranquil and seated, and saw the faint curve of his lips—a man who appeared to be fully in control.
On the ground.
The Grand Elder, carrying his sword, walked step by step toward the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain. Passing by Ye Feng, Sword Saint Yue Xi, and the others, he nodded at them, then glanced briefly at Ye Feng.
"Give it your all—break free and transform," Ye Feng said with enigmatic intent.
Everyone froze slightly.
The Grand Elder seemed half-understanding, yet resolute, advancing until he halted one hundred miles away from the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain.
"Why has he come here?"
The cultivators from various domains were also starting to notice the Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect.
Instantly.
Countless gazes converged on the Myriad Clans Continent.
"Supreme Saint Realm? Is he here to throw away his life?"
The Chief of the Hunting Tribe spoke disdainfully.
"To kill you!"
The Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect said, his expression unwavering.
Rip!
He tore off his ragged clothing, exposing strong, muscular flesh. His hands gripped tightly onto the Sun and Moon Taiji Sword, as thirty strands of solar and lunar power appeared all over his body.
"Kill... me?"
The Chief of the Hunting Tribe burst into laughter.
"Hahaha!"
The other Clan Leaders joined in the laughter.
In their view, a mere ordinary Supreme Saint showing up at the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain was already commendable in bravery; daring to proclaim such words was exceedingly rare.
But now, they were thoroughly amused.
"How will you kill me?"
The Chief of the Hunting Tribe smirked coldly.
"With this!"
The Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect raised the Sun and Moon Taiji Sword high, his aura steadily climbing.
The battle against Ye Feng had left him despondent.
As a Supreme Saint, he could not even best Ye Feng, who was employing only the cultivation level of the Heavenly Saint Realm.
Now, facing the Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans.
The Grand Elder felt even more uncertain.
Yet, in his mind, he vaguely recalled Ye Feng’s cryptic phrase. He struggled to decipher its true meaning.
"Give it your all—break free and transform?"
"I don’t completely understand, but I do know I must give it my all."
"The rest, I leave to the Heavenly Mandate!"
With these words.
The Grand Elder’s aura ascended to its zenith.
The solar and lunar forces on his body started to merge faintly, forming a layer of armor—a shining gold and lustrous silver—that greatly amplified his strength.
The sheer intensity of his presence was comparable to the Peak Supreme Saint Realm!
"Huh!"
The Grand Elder sensed the transformation.
"Sun and moon radiating together?"
"Indeed!"
"The solar power and lunar power, yin and yang in nature, can inherently merge. Though each only comprises mere strands, a successful fusion could yield immense strength."
"In that case, merge!"
The Grand Elder raised the Sun and Moon Taiji Sword high. The lunar and solar forces merged at his command, flowing into the sword, creating imagery of a moon and a sun on the respective sides of the blade.
From a distance.
The sky above the Myriad Clans Continent gleamed with the radiance of sun and moon together.
Spectators gazed at the scene, their faces filled with astonishment.
"Huh!"
"Interesting."
"Chief of the Hunting Tribe, why don’t you test him out?"
The Clan Leaders had taken a keen interest.
They wanted to assess the Grand Elder’s strength.
"Why me? My Origin Energy is lacking—even if I were to step forth, I couldn’t unleash my full power. If you’re so interested, try yourselves."
The Chief of the Hunting Tribe scoffed coldly.
He could clearly see that they intended to use him as cannon fodder.
"Alright, I’ll go!"
A voice rang out.
The Clan Leaders’ Divine Senses swept across, converging upon a pitch-black, gleaming ancient coffin.
On its surface, the silhouette of a bird was engraved.
"The Winged People Race Chief."
"You’ve awakened?"
"The Winged People Tribe’s combat prowess is mediocre—its strength only at an ordinary Supreme Saint Peak level. But its speed is extraordinary; perhaps they could eliminate this old man wielding the sun and moon powers."
The Clan Leaders smiled.
Boom!
The Winged People Race Chief’s ancient coffin exploded.
In the next moment.
A shadow streaked through the sky, eventually hovering hundreds of meters above the ground to reveal its figure.
It was a valiant man.
Three pairs of black wings spread out from his back, while two bull horns with demon patterns protruded from his forehead. He was covered in black feathers and wielded a bone staff with three claw-like hooks at its tip.
The aura he emanated was unnervingly sinister.
"Who are you?"
The Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect asked gravely.
"I am the Winged People Race Chief, and I’ve come to kill you."
The Winged People Race Chief sneered, gripping the bone staff tightly, its hooked claws gleaming with icy menace.
"Then fight!"
The Grand Elder took a deep breath, channeling all his solar and lunar forces inward and encasing himself in bi-colored armor. Clutching the Sun and Moon Taiji Sword, he unleashed a flurry of strikes.
Dozens of radiant sword slashes cut across the void.
Their speed was astonishing.
In a flash, a web of sword light surrounded the Winged People Race Chief.
"Petty tricks!"
The Winged People Race Chief sneered.
Whipping the bone staff in his hand with unparalleled speed, he smashed through three of the sword lights effortlessly, breaking the defensive encirclement. His three pairs of black wings furiously flapped.
In the blink of an eye.
The Winged People Race Chief was already behind the Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect, stabbing the staff’s hooked claws toward his heart.
"Such speed!"
The Grand Elder spun around abruptly, wielding his sword vertically to block the staff’s claws. Still, he was sent retreating from the immense impact force.
"Netherworld Eye!"
The Winged People Race Chief’s eyes glowed ominously, piercing deep into the soul. The three pairs of black wings crossed in front of him, forming a bizarre solitary eye reminiscent of an abyss.
Its dreadful aura exploded forth.
Facing that eye, the Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect felt as though he was being devoured, his movements frozen.
"You’re doomed!"
The Winged People Race Chief grinned maliciously, advancing with swift strikes from the bone staff. The hooked claws aimed directly at the Grand Elder’s forehead.
In that moment, the air turned icy cold.
Spectators were gripping the edges of their seats tightly, fear coursing through them.
"Danger!"
Sword Saint Yue Xi exclaimed anxiously.
She wished to assist but knew that her current strength was insufficient—it would only be a hindrance.
From the viewing seats.
Ye Feng took a sip of Seven-Colored Enlightenment Tea, pondered briefly, then flicked his finger, releasing a droplet from the cup that shot directly into the Grand Elder’s mouth.
In an instant.
The Grand Elder broke free from paralysis, his comprehension abilities temporarily heightened.
Before he could rejoice, however, he was greeted by three razor-sharp claws hurtling toward him. His pupils constricted in alarm.
