The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1221: The Low-key Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerable

Chapter 1221: Chapter 1221: The Low-key Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerable

"I do not agree!"

Ling Zhiwei firmly opposed.

She was indeed Space Saint Island’s most talented Space Holy Roc, with the potential to challenge the Hundred Tribulations Realm in the future.

However, Ye Feng actually wanted to place her in the Spirit Beast Pavilion!

This was simply preposterous!

"Then what do you want to be? After joining our Misty Sect, besides becoming a Spiritual Beast, what else do you think you can be?"

Ye Feng retorted.

"I want to be the Sect Master!"

Ling Zhiwei raised her chin.

"I am the Sect Master, are you trying to usurp my authority? Or do you want to have a bout with me?"

Ye Feng asked with a half-smile.

"Then...I want to be the Supreme Elder," Ling Zhiwei declared, patting her proud chest, "With my qualifications, becoming the Supreme Elder should be unquestionable, right?"

Ye Feng glanced at her chest.

He admitted that her qualifications were indeed invincible.

But!

The Misty Sect did not have Supreme Elders.

"Even the Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate is just an Elder, do you think you qualify to be a Supreme Elder? Besides, our Misty Sect does not currently have the position of Supreme Elder; at most, you could be an Inner Sect Elder."

Ye Feng raised his fist and continued:

"Take a good look at my fist, as big as a sandbag, and then reconsider your choice of words. Are you joining the Spirit Beast Pavilion or becoming an Inner Sect Elder?"

Ling Zhiwei’s face turned ashen.

Naturally, she could not defeat Ye Feng, or she would not have been sent out of Space Saint Island by her own ancestors.

But...

Ling Zhiwei looked at the Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate with a sly smile, "If I use just 30% of my strength and manage to defeat him, how about letting me be the Supreme Elder?"

"And what if you fail?"

Ye Feng asked with a half-smile.

"Then I’ll join the Spirit Beast Pavilion and be the boss!" Ling Zhiwei pointed at her nose with her thumb.

The boss of the Spirit Beast Pavilion?

Ye Feng laughed.

Brother Flathead had always considered himself the boss of the Spirit Beast Pavilion.

If Ling Zhiwei joined the Spirit Beast Pavilion, she would inevitably have to have a bout with Brother Flathead.

Ling Zhiwei was strong.

However, Brother Flathead would never submit, even if he was annihilated in a second; his remains would probably spell out "I’m the best" on the ground.

"Are you sure you’re only using 30% of your strength?"

The Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate asked from the side.

"Of course, to deal with you at the early stage of the Supreme Saint Realm, using 30% of my strength is already bullying you."

Ling Zhiwei was very smug.

Hearing this, the Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate really wanted to roll his eyes.

If Ling Zhiwei went all out, he might not stand a chance, but with only 30% of her strength, he felt he could hang her out to dry.

"Alright, start your fight!"

Ye Feng stood aside, "I’ll act as the judge. Remember, Ling Zhiwei, you can only use 30% of your strength. If you dare to exceed that, you lose by default."

"No problem!"

Ling Zhiwei was quite confident.

Within the Dark Dimension.

Ling Zhiwei and the Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate confronted each other across the void.

Ye Feng stood in the distance.

"Alright, begin!"

With Ye Feng’s command, the fight officially began, and a terrifying aura exploded in the void.

Clang!

The Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate immediately adopted a defense technique.

The Devouring Spirit Absolute Immortal Sword Formation transformed into a purple-gold armor enveloping his body, boosting his defense to the strongest state.

"Achoo!"

The moment the Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate finished his defensive move, Ling Zhiwei used the Space Laws to launch a surprise attack from behind him.

A fist shining with silver light suddenly struck out.

Boom!

The Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate was sent flying, his body shaking violently.

"Such strong combat power!" The Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate exclaimed in shock, "Did you really only use 30% of your strength?"

"Of course!"

Ling Zhiwei grinned, "Without exerting too much Power of Space, just using my physical strength amounts to about 30%, right?"

From a distance.

Ye Feng nodded and said, "Hmm, it’s not against the rules."

Hearing this, the Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate felt a bit frustrated.

Fortunately, his defense was strong. Clashing head-on with Ling Zhiwei was not a problem.

"Turn the sword into threads!"

The Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate formed hand seals, and countless Sword Threads erupted from his body, weaving into a huge net that enveloped the space where Ling Zhiwei was.

"Space Escape Technique!"

Ling Zhiwei laughed coldly, her body turning into a silver flash, evading the Sword Array’s enclosure.

Behind the Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate,

a silver figure appeared out of thin air.

It was Ling Zhiwei.

Bang Bang Bang!

Ling Zhiwei threw three consecutive punches, sending the Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate flying hundreds of feet forward, trembling violently all over.

"Hehe, you’re defeated!"

Ling Zhiwei burst into laughter.

As she spoke, she swung her fists and relied on her ghostly agility to continuously dodge the sword threads’ assaults, repeatedly smashing the Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate away, causing him intense pain all over.

"How about that?"

"Even with just thirty percent of my strength, I can still press you down and beat you, aren’t you afraid?"

Ling Zhiwei became increasingly smug.

In the Space Saint Island, she was the undisputed big sister, second only to the ancestor Yu Kong in both strength and status.

Nobody could defeat her on ordinary days.

Over time, Ling Zhiwei began to consider herself the second best in the world.

Aside from ancestor Yu Kong, she feared no one.

In the distant void,

Ye Feng yawned.

"The Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate is still very clever, pretending to be suppressed by Ling Zhiwei to set up the Devouring Spirit Absolute Immortal Sword Formation. It seems the battle is about to end."

He whispered to himself.

In the void.

Ling Zhiwei’s figure flashed, appearing in front of the Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate, she raised her fists high and laughed loudly:

"Void Burst Fist!"

She channeled the Power of Space into her fist, smashing out a space vortex that exploded right in front of the Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate.

Boom!

The nearby void suddenly warped.

The Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate was swallowed by it, nearly being randomly teleported to some Great Thousand World.

"It’s time to finish this!"

Yet the Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate suddenly muttered under his breath.

Clang!

The clear sound of a sword’s hum spread.

Ling Zhiwei sensed a dangerous aura and hurriedly escaped into the distance, but she bumped into an invisible barrier and was bounced back.

"What’s going on?"

She continuously tried the Space Escape Technique, only to find an invisible barrier appeared all around her, rapidly shrinking, and her Space Escape Technique couldn’t break through.

"This is the Devouring Spirit Absolute Immortal Sword Formation!"

The Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate said.

Ling Zhiwei’s expression changed, "You were purposely suppressed by me just to set up this sword formation?"

"Exactly!"

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Rip!

The Devouring Spirit Absolute Immortal Sword Formation unleashed its full power, accelerating the shrinking of its scope. In a short time, it sealed Ling Zhiwei within a spherical space with a diameter of a hundred meters.

The cold Devouring Spirit Absolute Immortal Power burst forth.

This piece of void was completely locked down.

If Ling Zhiwei were to use all her Space Law, she could leave the sword formation.

But that would mean breaking the rules.

"I admit defeat!"

Ling Zhiwei hugged her arms, no longer fighting.

If she went all out, she could clash head-on with the Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate, and even have a seventy percent chance of winning.

But...

"I was careless!"

Ling Zhiwei looked up to the sky and wailed, "I should not have been blindly confident, saying that I could beat you with just thirty percent of my strength."

"Do you now recognize your weakness?"

Ye Feng walked over with his arms folded and asked.

"Hmph!"

Ling Zhiwei didn’t speak.

The Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate silently retracted the sword formation and walked over to Ye Feng without saying a word.

"Alright, you can add me to the Spirit Beast Pavilion!"

Ling Zhiwei said, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s.

"Spirit Beast Pavilion? Forget it! From today on, you are an Inner Sect Elder of our Misty Sect."

Ye Feng spoke.

He had already taken out the Sect Leader’s Seal and the Sect Name Register, sitting at the table, ready to register at any moment.

"I’m not a spiritual beast anymore?" Ling Zhiwei asked in surprise.

"Are you not a human anymore?" Ye Feng retorted.

"I was never a human... Ahem! Why does that line always feel so awkward?"

Ling Zhiwei pouted.

"Stop fussing over that, just give your name and background information. I will register you in the Sect Name Register as an Inner Sect Elder."

Ye Feng picked up the brush and looked at Ling Zhiwei.