The Clan Master Can’t possibly Be A Mortal

And today, the Xieguang Stronghold Leader resumed his old ways, and by sheer coincidence, was spotted by the passing Ye Feng.

One has to say, it was destined!

“As the Stronghold Master said, you won’t escape!”

The Xieguang Stronghold Leader suddenly threw the sharp sword in his hand, causing it to burst forth with piercing sword light and split the Puppet Fierce Tiger in an instant, the chubby young man and the plump woman just happened to fall in front of Ye Feng.

“Huh, there’s another person… strange, why doesn’t he have any cultivation? And he looks somewhat familiar,” muttered the Xieguang Stronghold Leader.

But he wasn’t the least bit flustered. Instead, he prepared to wipe out Ye Feng along with the other two, to prevent his own whereabouts from being exposed.

“Run, this is the infamous Xieguang Stronghold Leader!” the chubby young man urgently warned, at the same time tossing out a paper crane which inflated to two meters wide and could fly in the air.

Rip!

The Xieguang Stronghold Leader had already approached, cleaving the paper crane in two, cutting off the chubby young man and plump woman’s route of retreat, and then with two “bang bang” sounds, he knocked them to the ground.

At this moment, the Xieguang Stronghold Leader was only five meters away from Ye Feng.

Looking into Ye Feng’s eyes, the Xieguang Stronghold Leader felt a sudden surge in the feeling of familiarity and then angrily said, “I know now, it was you who killed my five lieutenants by the Fenhuo River!”

Ye Feng smiled, “You’ve actually recognized me.”

“Even if you turned to ash, I could recognize you!” the Xieguang Stronghold Leader gritted his teeth and, holding his sword, suddenly swung down.

“Be careful!”

The chubby young man and plump woman cried out in alarm.

Initially, they had thought Ye Feng was just an ordinary person. But upon hearing that Ye Feng had actually slain five lieutenants of the Xieguang Stronghold, they were instantly shocked, yet still felt that Ye Feng was no match for the Xieguang Stronghold Leader.

But the next moment, the Xieguang Stronghold Leader stood frozen in place, maintaining his sword-swinging posture, unable to move any longer.

“What’s going on?”

The Xieguang Stronghold Leader exerted all his strength, and the flow of spiritual energy in his meridians also sped up to the fastest. But even so, he felt himself locked by an invisible force and couldn’t break free.

His gaze swept across and noticed Ye Feng stretching out his hand with a smile. Suddenly, he exclaimed, “Was it you?”

Ye Feng’s expression turned indifferent and he said, “That’s right! Remember, the one who killed you is Ye Feng, Sect Leader of the Misty Sect.”

As the words fell.

A longsword cleaved through the Xieguang Stronghold Leader.

His pupils dilated, he fell to the ground powerlessly, never knowing why Ye Feng was so terrifying.

Ye Feng glanced at the trembling chubby young man and plump woman and said, “The Xieguang Stronghold Leader has been executed, it’s over now.”

After speaking, Ye Feng swiftly packed up and obliterated the corpse of the Xieguang Stronghold Leader, then donned his black veiled hat and leisurely left on his sword.

The entire process was as fluid as moving clouds and flowing water, leaving the chubby duo sitting on the ground in stunned silence.

“Such mysterious methods, without detecting any fluctuation of spiritual energy, Misty Sect… what kind of power is this? Ye Feng, this ought to be a renowned figure, right? But why haven’t I heard of him?”

The chubby young man was overwhelmed with emotions.

He stared at the retreating figure of Ye Feng, feeling that this person was so imposing, while the slightly plump woman beside him silently mouthed the words “Misty Sect,” her eyes brimming with admiration and gratitude.

“Ding, Sect Prestige Value +2.”

Ye Feng heard the prompt and his lips curved up slightly.

Quickening his pace, he soon arrived at Beacon Fire City, and reached the underground market, standing in front of the Store Owner of Wuxuange Pavilion.

“Store Owner, I am here as promised, seven days later.”

Without any useless talk, Ye Feng directly took out the Spirit Origin Clock, released the soul body of the Centennial Tree Demon and locked it in mid-air with Heroic Spirit Power.

“Indeed, it’s a soul body of High-rank Demon Soldier Level!”

The Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion was delighted, “Please wait a moment, esteemed guest, I will notify the other client to come over right away.”