The Clan Master Can’t possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 124: Chapter 124: Prestige Points Break Ten Thousand, Spirit Beast Pavilion Third Tier

Translator: 549690339

No one expected Ye Feng to defeat the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch in such a manner.

Before the battle, the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch talked a big game, his momentum like a rainbow, and everyone believed his strength to be terrifying.

In contrast, Ye Feng was too low-profile, most likely doomed to defeat.

Yet who knew that the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch, while talking the biggest game, would take the hardest beating, and ultimately, be blasted to the ground by Ye Feng’s punch.

“I seemed to have felt that Sect Master Ye’s punching power doubled just now, how is that possible?” the Deputy City Lord furrowed his brows.

“Could it be that Sect Master Ye has gained more blessings from the Heroic Spirit Power, and as a result, his strength has risen to the standard of the second layer of the Element Gathering Realm?” Lu Shanyue stroked his beard, speculating in this direction.

“Sect Master mighty!” The Misty Sect disciples finally relaxed their tense hearts, and Long Tianxing also hopped down from Shi Lei, patting his chest.

Compared to the disciples of the Misty Sect, Wu De and Li Hanshao, who were watching the battle from a tree, were dumbfounded.

“The Thousand Faces Demon Monarch lost?”

“That’s impossible!”

The two of them still couldn’t believe it.

That was the Sect Master of the Nanlu Demon Sect!

While they were watching, they had witnessed first-hand the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch’s eerie methods, his strength indeed formidable. In single combat, he could absolutely crush the leaders of Nishang Palace, Tyrant Blade Sect, and Feathers Sect.

Yet in the end, the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch lost!

On the ground.

The corners of the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch’s mouth twitched continuously, and blood spilled out. His entire body was “splayed” into the soil, his mouth opening and closing, not knowing what to say.

“How could I lose?” The thought filled the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch’s mind.

Ye Feng landed on the ground, “Thousand Faces Demon Monarch, you’ve lost!”

In that moment, silence fell over the entire arena.

Even if the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch wouldn’t admit it, the outcome of this battle was clear, and whether he acknowledged it or not, it no longer mattered.

“You’re ruthless!”

After struggling for a long time, the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch still didn’t shout “No, I haven’t lost.” Instead, he climbed out of the dirt, pointed at Ye Feng, and spat out these three words.

Afterward, the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch left in a cloud of dust.

Wow!

The audience suddenly erupted.

Ye Feng won!

Although they did not understand how Ye Feng managed to pinpoint the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch’s position and start a counterattack, the onlooking crowd cared more about the result.

[Sect Prestige Points +457]

[Sect Prestige Points +632]

In just a short while, the prestige points of the Misty Sect had soared from three thousand to nearly twice that, approaching seven thousand, and were still rapidly increasing.

Ye Feng had never felt this happy before.

Tonight, there were more than two hundred thousand spectators.

To Ye Feng, even if only one-twentieth of the onlookers acknowledged the Misty Sect, their prestige points could break ten thousand.

“When the Spirit Beast Pavilion is promoted to the third tier, I’ll go subdue the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch and see if he can be tamed as the ninth Mountain Guardian Spirit Beast,” Ye Feng thought to himself, looking in the direction where the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch had fled.

If successful, the first two parts of the second stage of the Sect Master’s task would be essentially completed.

Not far away.

Long Qitian was kneeling on the ground, his fingers like hooks, digging into the soil, his gaze flickering.

“Why is Ye Feng so strong!”

“Even the Demon Lord has lost, and I cannot accept it!”

“I still want to create a star-level force, but why does it always go against my wishes?”

Long Qitian banged his head against the ground and began to cry.

Standing behind him, Long Zhenchuan gently patted his back, speaking solemnly, “My son, sometimes when one road is blocked, you should choose another. Tian Xing is right, you should acknowledge your faults and take the right path.”

After speaking, Long Zhenchuan let out a long sigh.

Long Qitian looked up at his father, noticing the slightly graying temples.