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

Ye Feng held his ground atop the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain, single-handedly blocking the emerging Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans. He was a hero of the Three Thousand Realms.


In the eyes of cultivators from various realms, Ye Feng's actions just now were justified.


When dealing with the Myriad Clans, reasoning was unnecessary.


Crushing them all along the way was enough.


The Chief of the Hunting Tribe cursed the loudest.


Ye Feng deliberately stretched his voice, a faint smile on his lips.


The Chief of the Hunting Tribe snarled furiously.


"If we're not fighting, then I'll continue cultivating." Ye Feng crossed his legs and sat on the ground, resuming his diligent practice of the fourth volume of the Time Codex. The number of Time Laws weaving around him grew increasingly abundant.


The Chief of the Hunting Tribe threatened again:


Chapter 1253: Questioning the Ten Directions Holy Sect