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

Three Thousand Realms, Star River Ruins.


Ye Feng released the golden curved bow and sighed softly.


He had devoured the starlight of nearly half a galaxy, including that shattered Sun, to shoot this invincible arrow, yet it only caused a dent the size of a fingernail on the War God of Myriad Clans' armor.


The War God of Myriad Clans patted the dust off his body and charged again, instantaneously creating myriad punching shadows that covered the sky.


Ye Feng, unwilling to show weakness, executed "Myriad Realms Fist", creating just as many punching shadows to meet the War God of Myriad Clans blow for blow.


Neither of them showed any signs of yielding.


Both brought their power to its limit; their entire fists seemed to ignite, shining a thousand times brighter than the Sun and almost capable of illuminating the entire galaxy.


"This physical body is simply terrifying."


Chapter 1047: This Move is Called Luring Trouble Away