The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal - Chapter 45

Chapter 45: Battle of the Demon General, Xieguang Stronghold Leader

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However, the warm moments were always fleeting.

Just as Ye Feng and Mo Ying left Beacon Fire City by thirty miles, in a dense forest below, suddenly two strong demonic auras shot up into the sky.

The violent currents surged towards them, and Mo Ying quickly controlled the flying sword to change direction, narrowly avoiding the ambush.

Crash!

The towering trees, several tens of meters high, fell in a ring pattern to the surrounding area, spreading to dozens of meters away in an instant, with a deafening noise.

Ye Feng and Mo Ying stood on the flying sword, looking down from a hundred meters in the air, only to see two huge figures emerge in the center of the collapsing trees, locked in fierce combat.

One was a dual-winged giant crocodile, easily over a dozen meters in length, but too cumbersome to actually fly.

The other was a fanged mad pig shaped demonic beast, three meters tall and brawny like an elephant, with two sharp, arc-shaped tusks three meters long, capable of flipping the giant crocodile with a single thrust.

“They’re demon general level demonic beasts!”

Mo Ying’s face was grave.

Ye Feng might not have been able to discern their specific cultivation level, but he judged that each could easily beat up a hundred Brother Flatheads.

“Too strong. Is this the might of a demon general comparable to the Element Gathering Realm? Truly terrifying! Even if I encountered them, I would have to turn and flee,” Ye Feng exclaimed in shock.

“Those are the fanged mad pig and the dual-winged giant crocodile, quite notorious around these parts. It’s said that they’ve both reached the peak of the demon general level. They rarely show themselves; who would have thought we’d run into them today?” Mo Ying’s face was already pale, although Ye Feng couldn’t see it.

She immediately steered the flying sword to take a detour.

“Roar!”

Just then, the fanged mad pig retreated dozens of meters, then sprinted again, breaking one of the giant crocodile’s teeth and hurling it like a sword toward Ye Feng and Mo Ying in the sky.

“Be careful!”

Ye Feng pushed Mo Ying out of the way, blocking the half-foot long sharp tooth with his hands, feeling as though he had been hit by a dozen wild bulls, falling from the flying sword.

“Sect Leader!”

Mo Ying quickly controlled the flying sword to chase after him, catching Ye Feng, then flew at high speed, skimming the treetops, and quickly moved away from the combat zone of the two peak demon generals.

Dozens of miles away.

By the bank of a river roughly a few hundred meters wide.

This was Fenhuo River, one of the tributaries of the Southern River Basin, flowing from west to east, passing Beacon Fire City.

Following the riverbank west for over a hundred miles, then flying south for several dozen miles, one would return to Misty Peak.

“Just as expected from the sharp tooth of the dual-winged giant crocodile, it’s incredibly hard. It should fetch a good price,” Ye Feng tapped on the sharp tooth, then put it away, noticing that Mo Ying was using spirit stones to recover her energy.

“Someone’s coming!”

Suddenly, Mo Ying sensed the presence of other cultivators and immediately pinched the spell, readying herself for battle.

In such a desolate wilderness, the possibility of someone approaching with intent to rob and kill was the highest.

“Hehehe, we’ve finally caught up.”

Five sturdy figures dressed in black surrounded them, four at the Seventh Layer of Qi Refinement, and one at the Eighth Layer.

The speaker was the masked burly man at the Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement, holding a very unique spiritual artifact, a disk with five blades floating above it.

“Big brother, it seems to be just a mortal and a great beauty around the Sixth Layer of Qi Refinement,” said a masked man with a rooster’s comb haircut, laughing.

Gazing at Mo Ying’s proud figure, he thought it wouldn’t matter even if she was ugly.

Hearing his words, Ye Feng thought to himself that Mo Ying’s method of concealing her cultivation level was quite impressive, having fooled these men.

“Surround them!”

At that moment, the leader with the tray at the Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement waved his hand, and the five blades on the disk artifact instantly shot out, encircling Ye Feng and Mo Ying in a ring.

In this situation, even if they were to fly away with their swords, they would not be faster than these five blades.

“It’s the lower-grade spiritual artifact ‘Mother-Child Five Connected Blades,’ a set of linked artifacts that move freely and are extremely dangerous,”

Mo Ying recognized the set of spiritual artifacts and hurriedly warned them.

She couldn’t be sure if Ye Feng could withstand these artifacts that were adept at breaking through defenses, after all, the last time she wielded the Breeze-riding Sword, she had been able to cut Ye Feng’s finger.

“Oh, this little beauty knows quite a bit,”

the man with the mohawk said, laughing while holding a dagger that was a lower-grade spiritual artifact.

The rest of the men also revealed their spiritual artifacts, a show of force that even a cultivator at the ninth layer of Qi Refinement might not be able to withstand.

However, Ye Feng did not panic.

These people mistook him for a mortal, and he could use this to his advantage.

“Big brother, should we wait for the stronghold master?” At that moment, the man with the mohawk asked in a low voice.

“No need to wait. Let’s destroy this little beauty’s Qi Sea first. By the time he arrives, this little beauty will no longer belong to just us brothers,”

said the burly man referred to as “big brother.” He immediately activated the Mother-Child Five Connected Blades. Five glaring blades swept through the air, aiming at Mo Ying’s Qi Sea and limbs.

A “clang” sounded.

The bandits saw the unassuming mortal throw a green object that instantly expanded into a huge green copper bell, blasting away the five blades.

“How can a mortal use spiritual artifacts?”

All five bandits showed disbelief on their faces.

What shocked them even more was that Ye Feng instantly crossed the distance of ten meters, and with one punch, he sent the man called “big brother” flying.

Clang!

Mo Ying didn’t hesitate either, utilizing a perfected first-grade spell “Glittering Sword Qi,” she controlled the Breeze-riding Sword to pierce through the body of the bandit with the mohawk.

After that, she used the major achievement level first-grade spell “Backstab,” turning into a black smoke, and in the next instant, she appeared behind the third bandit, catching the nearby Breeze-riding Sword and slashing fiercely.

A tearing sound!

The third bandit died on the spot.

The remaining two men were petrified, just as they were about to make a move, their big brother, second brother, and third brother were already down.

This gave them the heart-pounding sensation of being robbed instead.

“Run!”

“Find the stronghold master to avenge us!”

The two remaining men fled, but Ye Feng had already thrown the Spirit Origin Clock, crushing one of the bandits to death. As for the other, Mo Ying decapitated him with her sword.

And so, all five bandits lay dead.

With his previous experience near the lumber yard, Ye Feng quickly looted the bodies, taking all their spiritual artifacts, but apart from that, there was nothing else, which somewhat frustrated him.

“When bandits go out to loot, besides the weapons they use, they do not carry much else,” explained Mo Ying, as if she were a knowledgeable NPC in a newbie village.

“No wonder they’re so poor!”

Ye Feng exclaimed in realization.

However, obtaining five lower-grade spiritual artifacts was quite a nice haul. But the thought of an opposing “stronghold master” made Ye Feng’s head begin to ache.

Just as they were about to burn the bodies of the five bandits, they noticed a middle-aged man emerging above the forest, with high cheekbones and sunken eyes.

This person exuded a peak ninth-layer Qi Refinement aura, clad in a black armor with a sword in one hand and a blade in the other, lavishly owning three lower-grade spiritual artifacts.

He plunged down towards Ye Feng and Mo Ying, gritting his teeth and saying, “Dare to kill the brothers of Xieguang Stronghold, you’re asking for death!”