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

The Snake Tribe Empress was named Naga.


Her petrification talent was very strong; any creature with a cultivation level lower than hers would be petrified.


Even among her peers in strength, the Snake Tribe Empress could temporarily petrify her opponents, gaining an absolute advantage.


She even dared to face a Quasi-Saint without fear.


However, even so, in the presence of Ye Feng, she bowed her head in submission, not daring to take so much as a single deep breath.


"Snake Tribe, petrification talent, an interesting path," Ye Feng said, staring straight into the eyes of the Snake Tribe Empress, causing her eyes to sting painfully. She hastily lowered her head, not daring to meet Ye Feng's gaze. Her heartbeat accelerated as if it might explode.


"In the presence of Saint Ye, my meager practice of the path is like a firefly to the bright moon, far from matching up," the Snake Tribe Empress said with her head lowered.


Chapter 894: The Shock of the Fourth Generation Disciples, A Precious Picture