The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

“Set off!”

At Ye Feng’s command, everyone followed closely behind him, except for Brother Flathead who was still sleeping and Mo Ying and Huo Yunjie who were out gaining experience.

Nanlu Mountain Range.

The Shape-shifting Beast soared into the sky, heading towards the agreed battleground.

South of Whitefloat City.

The Deputy City Lord, Lu Shanyue, the Nishang Palace Master, the Sect Leader of the Tyrant Blade Sect, and the Sect Leader of the Feathers Sect, all from the Element Gathering Realm, stood atop the city wall, waiting in silence.

Below the city wall, over two hundred thousand onlookers had already gathered. Some had even set up tables and chairs, drinking tea as they waited.

“Peanuts, sunflower seeds, and black tea for sale in the front row. Does any fellow Daoist need any?”

“No need, don’t block the front!”

“If you don’t need anything, then be quiet!”

“Why are you shouting at me?”

Similar commotions occasionally broke out.

At that moment, a sharp-eyed cultivator spotted someone flying through the sky and immediately shouted, “They’re here!”

The others looked in the direction of the voice, and saw Ye Feng and the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch arriving simultaneously on the open ground south of the city, facing each other from a distance of several dozen meters.

“Everyone’s here!”

“Is it starting?”

The crowd widened their eyes, not wanting to miss any detail of the impending clash.

In Whitefloat City, it wasn’t often that one could witness a spar between Element Gathering Realm powerhouses. Such an opportunity was rare indeed.

“The bonfire, ignite!”

The Deputy City Lord formed hand seals with both hands, and flames appeared at his fingertips, which he directed towards several dozen large water jars on the ground.

Bang!

The jars contained charcoal soaked in kerosene, which now ignited into roaring flames as they were sparked.

“Does this battle need a defined arena boundary?” The Deputy City Lord inquired.

“No need,” Ye Feng shook his head.

“This Demon Monarch doesn’t need it either,” declared the Shape-shifting Beast with folded arms.

“Very well,” nodded the Deputy City Lord. With a wave of his hand, he sent the dozens of flaming water jars flying out, positioning them around the open space spanning several hundred meters, illuminating the entire area.

“You may begin,” he said.

After speaking, the Deputy City Lord sat down on the city wall.

The audience held their breath, waiting for Ye Feng and the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch to make their move.

Within the Misty Sect’s camp, disciples clasped their hands tightly, their small faces filled with tension, while the Spiritual Beasts like the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle dared not make a sound.

“Ye Feng, even though this Demon Monarch has only recently entered the Element Gathering Realm, I have mastered many profound spells. Crushing you will be as easy as flicking my finger!”

With his hands behind his back, the Shape-shifting Beast laughed loudly, already hovering above the blaze-lit clearing.

Then, he was choked by the dense smoke.

“Cough cough… what the hell is this crap!”

The Shape-shifting Beast’s aura surged, and all the thick smoke was suddenly forced to spread outward in a ring shape, creating a fierce whirlwind that incidentally extinguished all the flames in the water jars.

Everyone felt the immense pressure and looked solemn.

Ye Feng remained silent, reaching the high sky to face off against the Shape-shifting Beast.

“Ye Feng, you can still maintain a shred of dignity if you admit defeat now. Otherwise, once this Demon Monarch unleashes my aura, I will send you crashing to the ground!” The Shape-shifting Beast stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes bright as the starry sky. As he spoke these imposing words, he immediately attracted the admiring gazes of many women.

“Are you going to fight or not?” Ye Feng was getting impatient.

“Since you’re so eager to lose, this Demon Monarch will grant you your wish right away!” The Shape-shifting Beast blew forcefully, conjuring a chilling windstorm mixed with thick smoke, reminiscent of a giant hand swatting at Ye Feng.

“Such a profound spell!” the crowd exclaimed in admiration.

Ye Feng flicked his finger, channeling ninety percent of his Heroic Spirit Power to collide with the giant hand of black smoke, and both forces dispersed simultaneously, neither gaining the upper hand.

“Hmph!” The Shape-shifting Beast raised an eyebrow, thinking that Ye Feng did have some skill and wouldn’t be easily defeated.

“Sect Master Ye is indeed the Chosen One, his mastery over the Heroic Spirit Power has reached the stage of moving it as if it were his own limb,” Lu Shanyue said as he lightly stroked his beard in praise.

The Deputy City Lord smiled.

The remaining three Element Gathering Realm cultivators remained expressionless.

In the eyes of the Nishang Palace Master, Ye Feng and the Shape-shifting Beast indeed possessed considerable strength. Even though they had just entered the Element Gathering Realm, they were not much weaker than her.

“Thousand Faces Demon Monarch, use whatever tricks you have up your sleeve!” Ye Feng called out across the distance.

He possessed not only Heroic Spirit Power comparable to the first level of the Element Gathering Realm but also physical strength of the same level.

Once he unleashed his full power, even facing someone like Lu Shanyue, at the second level of the Element Gathering Realm, he would still have the strength to fight.

“To deal with you, a storm is sufficient,” the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch disdainfully snorted, thrusting his hands forward and summoning another storm.

With one palm strike, Ye Feng blasted the storm apart and then, taking the initiative, accelerated forward, hurling a punch towards the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch.

“Don’t even think about getting close!”

Seeing through Ye Feng’s intent, the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch continuously dodged, his hands moving rapidly, unleashing numerous storms capable of shattering boulders, but all were dispersed by Ye Feng using the Heroic Spirit Power.

The two sides were immediately locked in a stalemate.

“How strange, the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch keeps reverting to the same storm tactic―could it be that this is all he knows?”

“Apart from the Heroic Spirit Power, Sect Master Ye seems to have no other means either!”

“Both are new to the Element Gathering Realm. It’s normal for them to have a limited arsenal of techniques, but even if their methods are simple, it’s not something those of us in the Qi Refining Realm can compare with.”

The sect leaders from the various sects discussed among themselves.

Although they felt that Ye Feng and the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch’s combat techniques were basic, they were certain they wouldn’t be able to withstand a single move if they were the ones facing the fight.

“I get it! Aside from boasting, it seems you have no other talents,” Ye Feng, despite being an involved party, wasn’t confused and was able to analyze the battlefield. It didn’t take him long to see through the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch’s pattern.

In Ye Feng’s view, the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch’s boastfulness was indeed exceptional; normally, he would just use the storm against his opponents. It looked strong, but in reality, he only knew that one move, meaning he always exerted his full strength and had no other methods at his disposal.

“It does seem like it!”

“This Thousand Faces Demon Monarch appears to be just a big talker with very little real skill.”

The onlookers at the scene were immediately abuzz.

“Nonsense! The depth of this Demon Lord is not something you can fathom,” The Thousand Faces Demon Monarch, having been exposed, exploded with rage, retreating to a distance and staring at Ye Feng with a cold expression, “Since you, boy, are so arrogant, this Demon Lord will let you witness my true power!”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch brought his hands together, grasping a sharp long blade and, with a whoosh, launched a sneak attack on Ye Feng.

“Resorting to sneak attacks, shameless!”

“Bullying our sect leader for not having a Spiritual Artifact, even more shameless!”

The disciples of the Misty Sect scolded in unison.

The Thousand Faces Demon Monarch sneered, “A bunch of shortsighted fools. What I possess is the ability to change endlessly. What do you know?”

Having said that, he had already closed in on Ye Feng. The long blade drew a shining arc through the air and chopped down sharply.

Ye Feng quickly backpedaled, dodging the strike.

“You think you can dodge? It doesn’t matter if I let you run for a while because this Demon Lord’s blade can extend indefinitely!” The Thousand Faces Demon Monarch laughed heartily.

The next moment, under the shocked gazes of the audience, the long blade suddenly expanded in size, stretching to several dozen meters in length and stabbing towards Ye Feng.

“What kind of technique is this?” Ye Feng continued to dodge, shocked in his heart.

Although his own body was very strong, Ye Feng dared not recklessly withstand an attack by a Spiritual Artifact of unknown grade.

In his judgment, this forty-meter-long blade was definitely a middle-grade Spiritual Artifact, likely beyond his ability to defend against.

“Damn it! How can you dodge so well?”

The Thousand Faces Demon Monarch, slashing eighteen times in a second and missing every one, began to lose his composure. Controlling the forty-meter blade, he made it swell in the shocked gazes of more than two hundred thousand people, transforming into a gigantic hammer!

Boom!

The attack range of the hammer was vast, and Ye Feng, unable to dodge in time, was struck and sent flying dozens of meters, nearly crashing to the ground.

All of a sudden, the situation turned unfavorable for Ye Feng!