The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1402: Mo Ying’s Sword Speed

After planting the Enlightenment Tree, Ye Feng deduced for a moment, confirmed everything was correct, and returned to the Misty Sect.

"Sect Leader, it’s been so boring lately! You never take me to have fun, hmph!" Hu Feifei hugged Ye Feng’s neck from behind, pouting discontentedly.

"What do you want to play?" Ye Feng asked.

"Whatever it is, as long as I can play with you." Hu Feifei continued to rub her head against Ye Feng, acting coquettishly.

"If you really want to play, I have a very important task for you." Ye Feng looked at Hu Feifei behind him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"What task?" Hu Feifei blinked, her pretty face full of curiosity.

...

Immortal Realm.

A strange wave of light burst out from a deserted place, then quickly engulfed the area, causing an ancient hall to appear on the ground.

Creak!

Two people pushed the door open and came out.

"Sect Leader, what task is this?" Hu Feifei clung to Ye Feng’s arm, looking at the floating rainbow-colored Immortal Qi around, "Wow! This place is nice, the Spiritual Energy and Immortal Qi are so rich, could this be the Immortal Realm?"

"Yes, it’s the Immortal Realm," Ye Feng replied.

These days, he personally opened the passage to the Immortal Realm and established this Cross-Dimensional Hall, allowing free travel between the Immortal Realm and Misty Peak, very convenient.

"What are we doing in the Immortal Realm?" Hu Feifei looked around, her eyes full of curiosity.

"Do you see the people behind us?" Ye Feng pointed to the Cross-Dimensional Hall, where two people were walking out, both carrying longswords on their backs.

"I see them, it’s Mo Ying and Huo Yunjie. And then?" Hu Feifei was still puzzled.

"You will be their protector. After all, you are the sect’s protector, but you haven’t been doing what a protector should do. This time, you need to do your job," Ye Feng instructed, his form gradually fading.

On the grassland.

Mo Ying and Huo Yunjie stood side by side, surveying this vast and boundless land, feeling the ancient aura and rich Spiritual Energy and Immortal Qi here.

"Is this the Immortal Realm?"

"Indeed, it’s worthy of being the Immortal Realm!"

The two exchanged a look and then flew in different directions, preparing to find their opponents.

Above the clouds.

Ye Feng sat at a tea table, watching below.

[Disciple Duel]

[First Match: Mo Ying VS ?]

[Prestige Points: 0 billion / 1 billion]

[Note: Searching for opponent...]

Huo Yunjie’s duel information was the same; he was searching for an opponent, unable to start the fight for now.

"Hope everything goes smoothly!"

Ye Feng quietly waited.

An ancient city.

A stunning woman in a white dress hovered in the air, slicing with a sharp sword light, easily eliminating the ancient ferocious beasts that had emerged from nearby mountains.

"Jingyue Fairy is mighty!"

The cultivators in the city, upon learning the beasts were slain, all knelt on the ground, expressing their gratitude to the woman in white.

"Who?"

Suddenly, Jingyue Fairy noticed a mysterious figure standing on the ground, wearing a black dress and a black veiled hat, thinking it must be a woman.

"Misty Sect of Shenzhou, Mo Ying."

Mo Ying gently drew her sword, "You are a peak Human Immortal, very powerful, and also use a sword. I would like to spar with you, just until the point, let’s not hurt lives."

"A disciple of the Misty Sect!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

After the events following Ye Feng’s defeat of the Roaring Sky Immortal Emperor and Dragon Gorge Immortal Emperor, Misty Sect’s Ye Feng had reached a level of fame known to all.

But, it’s just fame.

To gain Prestige Points, there has to be true recognition of the Misty Sect.

"Just until the point?" Jingyue Fairy asked, somewhat disbelieving.

"Just until the point, without harming the other’s life, how about it, do you want to compare?" Mo Ying gripped her longsword, pointing at Jingyue Fairy from afar.

"When and where?" Jingyue Fairy asked.

"Right now!" Mo Ying said, "I’m in a hurry, after the duel, I need to go elsewhere."

"Alright." Jingyue Fairy landed on the ground, facing off against Mo Ying at a distance of several hundred meters.

A moment later.

Clang!

Jingyue Fairy struck first, a multitude of moonlight appeared behind her, each beam like a sharp sword light, slashing toward Mo Ying from all directions.

"So strong!"

"As expected of Jingyue Fairy."

"She surely will win."

The cultivators of the Ancient City all clapped their hands in applause.

But, in the next moment, Mo Ying swiftly attacked, slashing out billions of sword shadows that precisely shattered all of Jingyue Fairy’s sword lights.

Clang!

The resounding sword chant soared into the sky, and when everyone came back to their senses, they realized Jingyue Fairy’s sword had been knocked into the air, embedding diagonally in the city wall.

A cold sword was pointed at Jingyue Fairy’s brow, exuding a chilling aura that rendered her immobile.

"I lost... your sword is so fast!"

Jingyue Fairy admitted defeat with conviction and respect.

Mo Ying sheathed her sword, glanced at Jingyue Fairy, and walked slowly toward the distance.

"Roar!"

At that moment, countless more powerful ancient ferocious beasts charged out of the distant mountains, unleashing a terrifying aura as they bore down on the Ancient City.

Among them, there were Earth Immortal level beasts!

Just the overwhelming and cold aura alone suppressed the entire city, even Jingyue Fairy felt immense pressure, her face turning pale.

"What a bother."

Mo Ying returned, one person and one sword, charging toward the horde of beasts. In an instant, countless sword shadows fragmented the area into chaos.

The roars of the beasts abruptly ceased.

Mo Ying ignored the crowd, sheathed her sword, and continued walking into the distance.

In the Ancient City.

The crowd witnessed a scene that they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Among the ferocious beasts, including the Earth Immortal level beast and over ten Immortal Realm beasts, and the remaining tens of thousands of beasts, their bodies simultaneously shattered, falling to the ground as numerous fragments.

"This... this!"

Even Jingyue Fairy gasped, standing there dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.

After a long while.

"Heavens!"

"Is that really the strength a Human Immortal should have?"

"After one sword swing, ten thousand swords were born, even a beast king from the ferocious beast mountain range was slain by her, such means are simply not human!"

The cultivators of the Ancient City were in an uproar.

Jingyue Fairy looked in the direction Mo Ying had left, then looked at the cultivators in the city, making up her mind to fly on her sword in pursuit of Mo Ying.

...

Above the clouds.

Ye Feng, observing the rapidly increasing Prestige Points, was initially stunned, then slapped his thigh and said, "The arrival of these beasts was timely, otherwise, if Mo Ying only defeated Jingyue Fairy, she might not have gained that much prestige."

Billions of miles away.

Huo Yunjie carried three longswords on his back.

One was the Mad Sword Saint’s personal sword, the other two were the Ruthless Sword and the Emotional Sword, respectively.

"A man should use his sword to protect the one he loves, that is the true essence of Sword Dao."

Huo Yunjie muttered to himself.

In the distance was a vast Immortal Kingdom.

Countless cultivators lived there, and the strongest was an Immortal Venerable who inherited great fortune, but of course, this person was not Huo Yunjie’s match.

He enquired about information all along, learning that in the Holy Capital of a place called the True Sun Immortal Country, there was a Human Immortal Peak Third Prince who indulged in debauchery and oppressed the people, even physically abusing his wife.

This was his true target.

In the Holy Capital.

The Third Prince, wearing a snow-white dragon robe, sat on a massive dragon carriage pulled by nine Demi Immortal realm flood dragons, with over ten graceful women sitting beside him.

"Stop!"

An exceptionally beautiful woman with a phoenix hairpin blocked the path, drawing the attention of countless cultivators in the Holy Capital.

"Bitch, why block the way?" The Third Prince didn’t even lift his head, already recognizing the identity of the newcomer.

She was his wife, the Third Prince’s Consort.

"You indulge in reckless behavior and revelry every day, not knowing the importance of diligent cultivation. How will you govern your fiefdom in the future?" The Third Prince’s Consort cried out angrily, "As your consort, I have the right to correct you!"

"Hahaha!"

The Third Prince laughed disdainfully, "Bitch! Even a Heavenly Emperor is not qualified to pull my carriage, yet you dare interfere in my affairs, slap her!"

With that, the Third Prince raised his hand, intending to slap the Third Prince’s Consort away.

On the ground.

The Third Prince’s Consort stared wide-eyed at the Third Prince, even though her face was still bruised, she was unwavering, with a resolute determination to fight to the end.

Clang!

A resounding sword chant rang out.

The Third Prince’s hand, about to fall, was stopped by an emotionless, cold longsword, frozen in mid-air.

"Women are to be cherished, not beaten, understand?" A firm and deep voice slowly echoed, entering the ears of everyone present.

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