The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 838 - : The Furious Ancient Sacred True Dragon Attacks the Tianmiao Holy Land

In the void.

Everyone gathered together, their brows furrowed in worry.

"Sect Master Ye couldn't possibly deceive us."

Xue Yan was the first to support Ye Feng, believing that he was not the hypocrite that Yin Rurong had described but had his reasons for not disclosing the heavenly Stele.

"Our Sect Master absolutely has no issues!"

Liufeng, Ancestor of Green-garbed Sword, Mad Drunkard, Sect Master of Shadow Demon Sect, and others all voiced their agreement in unison.

"I believe in Sect Master Ye." Xiao Cangtian stepped forward, firmly supporting Ye Feng.

Everyone present believed in Ye Feng.

Those who could arrive at Misty Sect to provide support at this critical moment already had good relations with the Sect.

However, discussions about Yin Rurong's words persisted without end throughout the Shenzhou Continent.

"Ye Feng is such a hypocrite, owning a Supreme Treasure like the heavenly Stele, which could lead to the Saint Realm, yet not sharing with us; he deserves to be exiled to the Great Universe by the Destiny Empress."

"Ye Feng and Hu Feifei can't come back, how wonderful!"

"From now on, Shenzhou will heed Tianmiao Holy Master Yin Rurong."

Many traitors came out, feeling that Yin Rurong was right.

"Yes, Yin Rurong is right."

"With such a great figure and such beauty, everything she says must be right."

"Yes, Yin Rurong is not wrong."

Some were even more perverse, admiring Yin Rurong's photo album while agreeing with her words.

Many reclusive Four-Turn Quasi-Saints emerged from their retreats, heading to Tianmiao Holy Land to visit Yin Rurong, preparing to use the heavenly Stele to journey to Suspended Mountain and enter the Thunder Pool Grand Hall to face tribulation.

...

Misty Sect.

Over ten thousand members of the Sect were now all gathered at the Sect Main Plaza, plunged into deep sorrow.

"The Sect Master has been exiled, what should we do now!"

"Even Princess Protector Hu Feifei isn't here, without the Saint Realm power, our Misty Sect will surely be suppressed by Yin Rurong."

The Elders and powerful figures present discussed the situation.

In the center of the plaza.

Gong Qingqiu, sitting in the Elder's seat responsible for internal affairs, wore a worried expression, his eyes filled with concern for Ye Feng.

On a cushion.

Qiao Jiaxi sat cross-legged, his brow furrowed in thought.

Having consumed a great amount of Ancient Beast meat in the City of Barbarians, he had accumulated a vast amount of Vitality Power and finally broke through to become a High-Level Fighting Monarch today, and began to cultivate "Heavenly Gold Body".

In Qiao Jiaxi's view, Misty Sect had a protector.

And that person, naturally, was his master, the "Tyrant Emperor," an Ancient Holy God once ranked third on the Power God Ranking.

However, Tyrant Emperor's identity was not suitable for exposure.

If it weren't for the need to slay the five Saint Realm warriors of the Celestial Clan, the Ancient Holy God would not have taken action.

The reason lay in the fear of exposure.

The Ancient Holy God had told Qiao Jiaxi that while his remaining power was still strong enough to slay Saints, he could not use it frequently or else risk being detected by the great enemies of the Universe.

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Should he be exposed, it would be very dangerous.

Thinking of this, Qiao Jiaxi was in a dilemma.

If his master couldn't act, then would Misty Sect have to submit to the Saint Might of Yin Rurong?

Bang!

"So infuriating!" Long Tianxing, beside Qiao Jiaxi, punched the ground tiles, unwilling to accept the situation.

"Wait, we have a Saint!"

Suddenly, Ji Ziling stood up. "Don't we still have the Ancient Sacred True Dragon?"

She had seen the Ancient Sacred True Dragon and Star River Quasi-Saint visit Ye Feng at the summit of Misty Peak more than once.

The Ancient Sacred True Dragon had also helped Misty Sect; he had once snatched the Sacred Arms Short Flute from Yin Rurong's grasp and was very powerful.

Indeed, he was the most reliable ally for the Sect at the moment.

"Yes, we have the Ancient Sacred True Dragon!"

"But, who can contact him?"

The crowd looked at each other, unsure of the next step.

Gong Qingqiu couldn't help but sigh, admiring Ye Feng's wide network of friends, even befriending a Saint Realm ally like the Ancient Sacred True Dragon.

The question remained; how to contact the ally?

"I have a way!"

Fox Da Hong jumped out, holding in her hands a flute that looked exactly like the Sacred Arms Short Flute owned by Yin Rurong.

"What is that?"

Everyone quickly crowded around her.

Fox Da Hong patted her chest and explained:

"I don't remember when the Sect Master gave this to me, but he said it was a lower grade duplicate of the Sacred Arms Short Flute, and that if played, it could summon the Ancient Sacred True Dragon."

"Play it quickly!"

The crowd urged her on.

Fox Da Hong blew into the short flute, producing a sound similar to "deedee."

Rip!

The void was instantly torn apart, and two figures descended, the Ancient Sacred True Dragon and Star River Quasi-Saint.

"They're really here!"

"This is great!"

People jumped up excitedly at the sight of the Ancient Sacred True Dragon and the Star River Quasi-Saint, as if in a dream.

"What has happened? Where is Sect Master Ye?"

After seeing the excited members of Misty Sect, the Ancient Sacred True Dragon and the Star River Quasi-Saint were baffled. After some questioning, they learned the ins and outs of the situation.

"That damn Yin Rurong, I want to tear her filthy mouth apart!"

The Ancient Sacred True Dragon was instantly enraged.

Without Ye Feng's introduction, he would not have been able to reconstruct his Sacred Body and become a Heavenly Dao Saint living as long as Heaven and Earth with the help of Heavenly Dao Remnants.

It could be said that Ye Feng owed him a great debt of gratitude.

Yin Rurong's blatant slander of Ye Feng, not to mention stealing the Heavenly Stele, was a heinous crime, unforgivable!

"The Thunder Palace clearly allows us to undergo tribulation and indeed can only accumulate enough energy once every three years. Yin Rurong's blatant smear campaign must be punished with death."

The Star River Quasi-Saint also said solemnly.

"Kill!"

With a glance at each other, the two of them swiftly surged into the sky.

...

Tianmiao Holy Land.

Yin Rurong was seated at the head seat.

Dozens of Quasi-Saints were sitting in the guest seats, coming from all over Shenzhou, some Loose Cultivators, others were antiquated figures from other established Five-Star Forces.

"Tianmiao Holy Master, you are truly the savior of this world."

"Yes, if it wasn't for your announcement, we would all still be in the dark, thinking that the Thunder Palace could help us to undergo the Saint Ascension Tribulation."

"Ye Feng, the brat, is selfish and sanctimonious, unfit to be the Son of Destiny."

The Quasi-Saints present praised and disparaged in turn.

Flattery never failed, and Yin Rurong felt very comfortable hearing these words.

"How dare you insult Sect Master Ye, you must have the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard!"

An angry roar sounded.

Bang!

In an instant, the sky and earth changed color.

A gigantic golden dragon claw descended from the heavens, tearing apart the Holy Temple of Tianmiao Holy Land and shredding the Three-Turn Quasi-Saint who had called Ye Feng a brat into pieces.

Following that, a terrifying Saint Might exploded.

Apart from Yin Rurong, the rest were sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood.

"Which impudent child is this?"

Yin Rurong was furious, with a sweep of her sleeve, she scattered the thick dust and rose into the sky to see who had arrived, her pupils contracting.

"It's you, you damned cur!"

Seeing the Ancient Sacred True Dragon, Yin Rurong cursed fiercely. She harbored only hatred for this mysterious ancient saint who had taken the Sacred Arms Short Flute from her, wishing he would die sooner.

"Bitch, hand over the Heavenly Stele!"

The Ancient Sacred True Dragon extended his hand, looking sideways at Yin Rurong and spoke.

Because he hadn't concealed his aura, that first strike had already caught the attention of many powerful beings across the Shenzhou Continent.

Countless individuals used their Heavenly Eye to observe this location.

"It's the Ancient Sacred True Dragon!"

"He once stole the Sacred Arms Short Flute from Yin Rurong. Now he's returned to Shenzhou, probably to stand up for Misty Sect."

"I almost forgot, Sect Master Ye has many friends, including this powerful Saint from the Dragon Clan. This matter finally has a chance to turn around."

"Fight, fight! It would be best to hang Yin Rurong up and beat her!"

The people of Shenzhou were all watching the drama unfold, not shy about making a big deal out of it.

In the void.

Yin Rurong stared fiercely at the Ancient Sacred True Dragon, fists clenched tightly, her nails digging deeply into her flesh, eyes nearly popping out.

"You want me to hand over the Heavenly Stele? How presumptuous! Bring out the Sacred Arms Short Flute immediately, or I'll take your damned life!"

Yin Rurong was like a rabid tigress, her hair flying wildly, eyes full of ferocity.

"The Sacred Arms Short Flute, you say?"

The Ancient Sacred True Dragon took out the flute, blew a few clear notes, and then put it away again, causing Yin Rurong's eyes to split with rage.

"You're seeking death!" Yin Rurong raged, her hands constantly forming seals to deploy a strange and powerful Divine Skill.

"Hand of Heavenly Dao!"

She roared.

This was a Saint-level Divine Power taught by the Destiny Empress.

When she struck, she gathered the Power of Heaven and Earth from all directions, forming an immense heavy hand in the sky, reaching for the Ancient Sacred True Dragon.

"Weakling!"

The Ancient Sacred True Dragon shrugged his shoulders, and in an instant, his body swelled tens of thousands of times, becoming an enormous golden five-clawed True Dragon, his sharp dragon claws relentlessly slashing.

Splash!

Even the formidable Divine Power "Hand of Heavenly Dao" was crushed by the Ancient Sacred True Dragon, breaking into a mist.

"Die!"

With a flick of his dragon tail, the Ancient Sacred True Dragon sent the shocked Yin Rurong flying, crashing through several hundred mountains and getting buried under a pile of debris, finally coming to a stop.

"As Saints, why are you so much stronger than me?"

Yin Rurong burst out of the rubble, her face in disbelief.

"I am stronger than you, how does that make you feel?" The Ancient Sacred True Dragon kept swishing his dragon tail.

In fact, he really found himself becoming stronger.

Since the moment he entered Shenzhou, the Ancient Sacred True Dragon sensed that there was an intangible force enhancing him, more than doubling his strength.

And this power all stemmed from the Heavenly Dao Remnants!