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

"Who cares who they are, if they dare block the way, they die!"


The bandits from Black Wind Stronghold sneered as they raised their glistening, sharp long knives, ready to slash at Ye Feng standing in the middle of the road.


Ye Feng looked at the incoming foe, took out an arrow, drew his bow to the full, and let it fly, instantly piercing through the chests of three bandits.


The bandits collapsed to the ground, drawing the attention of several dozen others, all of whom charged at Ye Feng with their knives.


In just a moment, he had fired over a dozen arrows.


Each arrow seemed ordinary, yet were transformed by the Power of Reality, able to accurately penetrate the bodies of several bandits. As the first round of shooting ended, not a single bandit of the several dozen was left standing.


Chapter 1072: King of Fierce Tigers, Fifty Years