The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 682: Chapter 682: Hundredfold Power of the Crimson Moon, Furious Axe Cleaves Xiao Cangtian
 

“Sect Master, who do you think will win?” Hu Feifei, wearing a pink duckbill cap and shouldering the Hunyuan Staff, leaned in and whispered to Ye Feng.

“Hard to say, let’s just watch,” Ye Feng shook his head.

Xiao Cangtian had ascended to Quasi-Saint and certainly wanted to make a name for himself. Now, with the arrival of the Quasi-Saint of the Celestial Clan, he found an opportunity.

In the high sky.

Xiao Cangtian transformed into a Golden Dragon, angrily staring at the Celestial Clan’s Xuan Zhong, his tone chilling as he said:

“Even if I don’t know why the Crimson Moon has devoured the sun, evolving into a giant Crimson Moon a hundred times larger, nor what you creatures are, but daring to lay hands on my Cangqing Ancient City means seeking death!”

His dragon tail lashed out, whipping towards Xuan Zhong.

Whoosh!

Xuan Zhong easily dodged the attack.

He held a huge axe, and his aura grew increasingly powerful.

“I, Xuan Zhong, a Quasi-Saint of the Celestial Clan and its envoy, declare that with the eternal arrival of the Crimson Moon on the Shenzhou Continent, from this day forward, you will no longer see the sun. On this land, there will be only the Crimson Moon!”

“An era belonging to our Celestial Clan, officially begins!”

“Submit or face the only other path—death!”

Xuan Zhong, axe in hand, had a cold expression on his face.

“Celestial Clan? Rule the Shenzhou Continent? What a joke! Without even a Saint Realm, you dare to spout such nonsense. I’ll kill you first!”

Xiao Cangtian sneered.

His Golden Dragon tail swung fiercely, and he charged recklessly with tremendous force. Soon he was upon Xuan Zhong.

Smack!

The heavy tail came crashing down.

That strike, carrying the wild Power of Heaven and Earth, might not even be withstood by an ordinary Second Turn Quasi-Saint.

“Child’s play!”

Xuan Zhong took a deep breath, wielded the axe with both hands, chopping upward from below, and with a clang, actually sent Xiao Cangtian flying.

“How is this possible?” Xiao Cangtian was shocked.

After entering One-Turn Quasi-Saint, he had almost dominated his peers, after all, Primordial Ancient Dragon Bloodline and the Ancient Heroic Spirit Force were both very strong.

The perfect fusion of the two energies had made him several times stronger than the ordinary One-Turn Quasi-Saint.

As he transformed into the Golden Dragon form, he was strong enough to fight a Second Turn Quasi-Saint, yet now, he was sent flying by Xuan Zhong with one axe strike!

“You thought I was just an ordinary Second Turn Quasi-Saint?”

Xuan Zhong scoffed.

“Too rash!”

“Although Xiao Cangtian himself is a One-Turn Quasi-Saint, and even though he has a sturdy foundation and has entered the Golden Dragon form, which allows him to fight against a Second Turn Quasi-Saint, the Celestial Clan’s Xuan Zhong is a monster in his own right. After ascending to Second Turn Quasi-Saint, his combat power is much stronger than that of ordinary ones.”

“Yes, Xiao Cangtian is about to be slain!”

“Xiao Cangtian, stop overestimating yourself; let’s join forces and slay the Celestial Clan’s Xuan Zhong to prevent future troubles.”

The top emperors of the various major forces started to speak up.

Although none of them had ascended to Quasi-Saint yet, they were all top emperors, close to the Quasi-Saint Realm.

Now, dozens of top emperors joining forces, along with their Quasi-Saint Level Protectors, could even take on a Four-Turn Quasi-Saint together—there was absolutely no need for panic.

Of course, this assumed Xiao Cangtian was not too foolish.

Out of vanity, he actually wanted to fight the Celestial Clan’s Xuan Zhong alone. Now that he was losing and would very likely be slain if he continued to fight, the forces of the Shenzhou Continent would be at a disadvantage.

“Shut your mouths!”

“Even though I, Xiao Cangtian, would rather die and be decapitated, I do not need your help!”

“I want to fight Xuan Zhong of the Celestial Clan alone!”

Xiao Cangtian outright rejected everyone’s offer of help.

Hearing this, the top emperors of the various major forces sighed with frustration, thinking Xiao Cangtian was a blockhead.

“Ignite!”

Xiao Cangtian suddenly howled to the sky, his body ablaze with fiery golden flames, his combat power erupting several times over, even stronger than the typical Second Turn Quasi-Saint, able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Xuan Zhong.

“To stimulate potential and boost combat power, too bad, you’re still weak.”

The Celestial Clan’s Xuan Zhong sneered.

“How audacious! After I, your young master, behead you, you’ll realize who the true weakling is.”

Xiao Cangtian roared and charged forward.

“Under the Crimson Moon!”

Xuan Zhong abruptly raised his crimson battle axe, as a vast amount of peculiar crimson energy descended from the sky, merging into the axe, and causing the surface to burst with intense, flame-like aura.

Rip!

With one swing of the axe, he severed the tail of the Golden Dragon form of Xiao Cangtian, and with several more strikes, Xiao Cangtian’s body was torn open, ripped into pieces and he fell upon the Cangqing Ancient Tower.

“Young Master!”

“No!”

Bai Ji and the Quasi-Saint Protector paled with shock, rushing over to help Xiao Cangtian up.

“Damn it, detestable!”

The shattered Xiao Cangtian let out an enraged roar, his body glowing as he burned the power of his bloodline to reconstitute himself; then he soared into the sky, charging at Xuan Zhong.

“Under the power of the Crimson Moon, you are all too weak, utterly worthless!” Xuan Zhong sneered.

He swung his giant axe, splitting Xiao Cangtian in half. Xiao Cangtian smashed into the ground, raising a cloud of thick dust.

His vitality was waning, clearly unable to heal any further.

“Damn! There’s something strange about this man’s axe; it’s preventing our self-healing. We must be careful!”

Wu Xuan, the scion of the Supreme Heaven Forbidden Zone, noticed the anomaly and spoke coldly.

Clang!

The Heavenly Sword on his back was instantly unsheathed, transforming into tens of thousands of sword shadows, cleaving towards the arrogant Xuan Zhong.

“Attack!”

The other top Heavenly Emperors also made their move.

Including the Quasi-Saint Protectors.

The Protectors, mostly cultivators who had exhausted their potential, unable to advance their cultivation level, had resignedly become Protectors for the prodigies, hoping that they could reach higher realms and pull them along.

Thus, the dozens of Protectors present were all One-Turn Quasi-Saints.

But, they were Quasi-Saints after all.

Dozens of them striking at once still brought a formidable momentum.

Boom!

With just one blow, Xuan Zhong was shattered to pieces, his giant axe sent flying and piercing through dozens of mountains.

“Hmph, let’s see if you still dare to be arrogant!”

Sword Dao Heavenly Emperor Wu Xuan taunted.

On the ground.

Xiao Cangtian struggled to reassemble his body and regained his human form, clutching his chest. With Bai Ji’s support, he moved into the air.

Above the Cangqing Ancient Tower.

Hu Feifei’s eyes widened as she looked at the red mist from Xuan Zhong’s explosion, slightly furrowing her brows, “Sect Master, it seems like he’s not dead yet!”

“Hmm, indeed, with the Crimson Moon’s blessing, he won’t die so easily.” Ye Feng nodded.

Hearing that Xuan Zhong was not dead, the others’ eyes bulged in disbelief.

“Impossible, it’s absolutely impossible!”

“Dozens of top Heavenly Emperors, plus dozens of One-Turn Quasi-Saint Protectors all striking together—even a Third Turn Quasi-Saint would meet their end. How could he possibly not be dead?”

“Sect Master Ye, could you have made a mistake?”

The people from various forces were not convinced.

Although they might not be a match for Ye Feng in single combat, the recent attack was jointly conducted by dozens of top powerhouses—how could they not kill a mere Second Turn Quasi-Saint?

“Hehehe…”

A classic and strange laughter echoed.

Clang!

The giant axe that had been knocked tens of thousands of miles away suddenly flew back, allowing Xuan Zhong’s dispersed mist to reconstitute and restore his true form.

He grabbed the axe, his face fierce and twisted.

“Indeed, this Saint is not dead!”

Xuan Zhong’s smile grew more provocative.

“How can this be?!” Everyone was dumbfounded.

“There’s nothing impossible about it.” Xuan Zhong sneered.

He glanced at the Crimson Moon above him, then looked down at his battle-axe, and finally, his gaze settled on Ye Feng and Hu Feifei, who had yet to make a move, his pupils narrowing slightly.

He had a premonition that something was off about these two!

They were too calm!

If it were other cultivators, seeing him being attacked by dozens of powerful figures and still not dying, they would surely be wide-eyed and incredulous, but Ye Feng and Hu Feifei had remained serene all along.

It was as if they had anticipated this.

This fact made Xuan Zhong uneasy.

“Who are you two?”

Xuan Zhong glared at Ye Feng, asking in a deep voice.

His question immediately made Ye Feng and Hu Feifei the focus of everyone’s attention, bearing the suspicious gazes of the crowd.