The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1242: Ye Feng’s Strength

"Be careful!"

Sword Saint Yuexi knew he was no match.

The more than ten Supreme Saints also understood.

They retreated a hundred miles, not to hold Ye Feng back.

On the ground.

The Nine-headed Eighteen-armed Creature, having left the protection of the domain of the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain, stood on the black rocks, some of its eyes constantly watching Ye Feng’s every move.

Its gaze, cold as a knife.

"Ye Feng, you are doomed!"

The Nine-headed Eighteen-armed Creature sneered simultaneously.

Ye Feng remained silent.

He could tell.

The Creature, a fusion of fifteen Clan Leaders of the Myriad Clans, was very strong, its internal energy exceeding the peak of a Supreme Saint by forty times, reaching nearly half the first layer of the Hundred Tribulations Realm.

This kind of power was terrifying.

But Ye Feng was unafraid.

His power level had already stepped into the first layer of the Hundred Tribulations Realm, and he was confident that he could obliterate the Nine-headed Eighteen-armed Creature.

Myriad Realms.

People were still watching the battle.

They had no ability to intervene, only silently cheering Ye Feng on in their hearts, hoping he could turn the tide.

Within the Hegemon-Level Powers such as the Boundless Holy Sect, Supreme Holy Sect, Holy Spirit Sect, Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect, Yuanwu Divine Nation, countless powerhouses were also watching the light screen in the sky.

"Such a strong aura!"

"Is Ye Feng about to create his own invincible era? With his current strength, he is fully capable."

"Among the younger generation, he is indeed the strongest."

"Forget the younger generation, even among all the powerhouses, his current strength ranks at the forefront."

"Such strength is truly astonishing."

Countless powerhouses marveled.

towards Ye Feng, they were completely convinced.

Misty Sect.

"Sect Leader, you must hold on!"

All the disciples clenched their fists.

Myriad Clans Continent.

The surface of black rocks seemed a bit desolate.

Ye Feng stood on it, fists clenched, his expression very serious, not planning to hold back.

After all, the Creature in front of him was strong.

"Kill!"

The Nine-headed Eighteen-armed Creature took the initiative to strike.

It had four legs!

They appeared as thick as elephant legs, containing immense power yet very agile.

Whoosh!

The Nine-headed Eighteen-armed Creature reached in front of Ye Feng, its fifteen Divine Weapons falling simultaneously, enveloping a terrifying force capable of easily crushing the Great Thousand World.

"Chaotic Fist!"

Ye Feng was unafraid, maximizing his power, behind him appeared a horrifying Chaos Giant Beast, even more substantial than before, seemingly becoming a real creature.

"Roar!"

The loud roar of the beast reverberated.

The strong pressure slowed down the Nine-headed Eighteen-armed Creature’s movements, failing to hit Ye Feng.

Crack! Crack!

A sweep of fist shadows passed.

Fifteen of the Nine-headed Eighteen-armed Creature’s arms were all broken, the weapons also falling far away, splitting the surface of the black rocks and sending debris flying.

"Ah!"

All nine heads cried out in pain simultaneously.

They fused the remaining three arms into one sharp claw, fiercely piercing towards Ye Feng’s forehead.

"Hmph!"

Ye Feng raised his fist and smashed it down powerfully.

Crack!

The last remaining arm of the Nine-headed Eighteen-armed Creature was also exploded, blood splattering, turning the black rock surface red but quickly turning back to black.

From then on, Ye Feng finally understood.

"So that’s it!"

"The Myriad Clans Continent got turned black this way."

"This land has experienced countless wars."

"Countless powerhouses bled here, turning this continent black, representing countless great battles throughout ancient and modern times, and the brutality of the Myriad Clans."

Ye Feng exclaimed aloud.

"Exactly!"

The Nine-headed Eighteen-armed Creature sneered, "Here has spilled the blood of countless powerhouses, and a large part of it is from your Human Race."

"Then you deserve to die even more."

Ye Feng punched again.

Boom!

The Nine-headed Eighteen-armed Creature raised its feet, stomping heavily towards Ye Feng’s fist, but still got pierced through.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ye Feng showed no mercy.

Time and again, he executed the "Chaotic Fist", exploding the Nine-headed Eighteen-armed Creature into a mist of blood in front of countless beings from myriad worlds.

"Victory!"

"Sect Master Ye’s strength has truly entered the realm of the Hundred Tribulations, solidifying his position as a top-tier powerhouse."

"Is he really going to start a new era?"

The powerful individuals from various realms clenched their fists.

They all felt grateful towards the powerful Ye Feng.

The Myriad Clans are the enemies of the Three Thousand Realms.

Ye Feng intercepting and even blasting the Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans marks him as the true hero of the Three Thousand Realms.

Myriad Clans Continent.

Yet, there was no joy on Ye Feng’s face.

"Hehehe!"

A sinister laugh echoed.

The exploded Nine-headed Eighteen-armed Creature reassembled itself, restored to its original form, reached out to catch the fifteen Divine Weapons scattered around, and its aura surged once more.

Sword Saint Yuexi and others’ faces changed drastically.

"Not dead?"

"They can’t die."

"What I mean is, although they don’t die, resurrection should take time and process. How can they revive outside the Divine Mountain of the Myriad Clans now?"

Several nearby Supreme Saints were worried.

"Ye Feng, you can’t kill us."

The Nine-headed Eighteen-armed Creature sneered.

Ye Feng indifferently said:

"Not dead? No one can truly be immortal. You only resurrect quickly because your bodies have accumulated an excessive amount of Origin. Actually, after being exploded several times, you’ll obediently roll back into your coffins."

Upon hearing this.

The face of the Nine-headed Eighteen-armed Creature stiffened.

"Hmph!"

"What about it?"

"We have the Divine Mountain of the Myriad Clans, we will eventually be immortal."

They said in unison.

"Then go back to your coffins."

Ye Feng’s figure flickered and disappeared from the spot, reappearing near the Nine-headed Eighteen-armed Creature.

"Chaotic Fist!"

Ye Feng unleashed his full combat power, punching one fist after another, suppressing the Nine-headed Eighteen-armed Creature and turning them into a mist of blood.

But, the next moment.

The Nine-headed Eighteen-armed Creature reassembled, merging the fifteen Divine Weapons into one, forming a sharp longsword that viciously stabbed towards Ye Feng’s chest.

Clang!

Ye Feng clasped his hands together, trapping the longsword.

The other arms of the Nine-headed Eighteen-armed Creature quickly fell, striking Ye Feng but only causing layers of shockwaves, completely unable to break through his defense.

"Such a strong body?"

The Nine-headed Eighteen-armed Creature was shocked.

"I am a Body Cultivator of the Hundred Tribulations Realm, how could I fear you?"

Ye Feng sneered, releasing his hands, allowing the longsword to stab into his chest, but it only left a red mark.

He was not injured at all!

"How is this possible?"

The Nine-headed Eighteen-armed Creature was dumbfounded.

This was their strongest kill move.

But it couldn’t even pierce Ye Feng’s skin.

"Back to the ancient coffin!"

Ye Feng, bearing the attack of the Nine-headed Eighteen-armed Creature, punched out, cracking them.

Then, dozens more punches followed.

The Nine-headed Eighteen-armed Creature completely exploded into a mist of blood floating towards the Divine Mountain of the Myriad Clans, and along the way divided into fifteen soul shadows, their faces filled with alarm.

"Do not flee!"

Ye Feng chased after them, punching again.

Although he couldn’t kill them, he could still inflict pain, creating a lasting impression.

"Ye Feng, you’re truly mad!"

The voice of the Chief of the Hunting Tribe resounded again.

He was shocked.

Even the Nine-headed Eighteen-armed Creature, formed by the fusion of fifteen chiefs, still couldn’t hurt Ye Feng. Could this man really be so invincible?

Before long.

The fifteen tormented Clan Leaders of the Myriad Clans finally escaped under Ye Feng’s oppression, returning to the Divine Mountain and reformed into fifteen ancient coffins.

"He is pretty audacious."

"If we don’t remove this man, we won’t be at peace!"

"Don’t panic, just wait!"

"Next time, directly gather thirty Clan Leaders, use the Heavenly Constellation Fusion Technique, create a Fusion Body stronger than the Nine-headed Eighteen-armed Creature, and kill Ye Feng."

"OK!"

The Clan Leaders of the Myriad Clans reached a consensus.