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

Wang Ping'an was walking alone, preparing to search for a legacy suitable for himself among the myriad tombs, but even after a long search, he still hadn't found anything of value.


As he continued to move forward, the fog around him grew thicker.


"Why is there so much fog around here? Luckily, my Fire Spirit Saint Body can disperse the fog, otherwise, even my hair would get wet from the moisture."


Wang Ping'an burned with a crimson flame, warming his whole body and dispersing the fog within three feet of him.


He walked through the forest, like a humanoid flame.


Then, he turned a corner and saw more than ten unfamiliar talented youths standing on the clearing ahead, all staring intently at him.


Upon seeing these people, Wang Ping'an was startled. The flames on his body surged up to ten feet high, emitting a roar-like sound.


Chapter 1024: The Power of Emperor-level Violent Pills