Chaotic Winter Melon Essence

"Sect Master Uncle is just a mortal, who just happens to have his own 'billion' interpretations of various spells."
Atop Misty Peak, the sect's senior disciple was educating the new beginners.
At that moment, Sect Leader Ye Feng, holding a blade of grass, waved it gently, and a fierce Sword Qi split the sky in two, revealing a dark spatial rift that was difficult to heal, frightening the gods above.
The new disciple pointed at the sky, shocked, "And you told me the Sect Leader is just a mortal?"

The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Everyone felt the terrifying Saint Might emanating from Yin Rurong and fell silent like cicadas in winter, trembling uncontrollably.


Yin Rurong soared into the sky, looking in all directions:


"You all do not wish for the Ancient Race and the native forces of Shenzhou to come into conflict, right? Very well, once I annihilate all the Ancient Races, won't the conflict cease to exist?"


She burst into laughter, startling the people of the Tianmiao Holy Land.


Yin Rurong tore through the void and arrived above a vast canyon, where she spotted millions of beings from an Ancient Race.


Yin Rurong sneered, waved her large sleeve, and instantly the canyon burst into dust.


Millions of beings died tragically on the spot.


The noise of this battle was also observed by many top experts in Shenzhou Continent who possessed the Heavenly Eye.


Chapter 870: The Crazy Yin Rurong, The Most Cowardly Saint Realm in History