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The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

"Sect Master Uncle is just a mortal, who just happens to have his own 'billion' interpretations of various spells." Atop Misty Peak, the sect's senior disciple was educating the new beginners. At that moment, Sect Leader Ye Feng, holding a blade of grass, waved it gently, and a fierce Sword Qi split the sky in two, revealing a dark spatial rift that was difficult to heal, frightening the gods above. The new disciple pointed at the sky, shocked, "And you told me the Sect Leader is just a mortal?"

Chaotic Winter Melon Essence · Eastern
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Chapter 297: Slaying the Curved Horn Demon General, Obtaining the Treasure

"To retreat half a step in fright before this general, you're nothing but a weakling," the Curved Horn Demon General taunted as he looked at Temple Chief Tu, his face full of mockery.

"You're courting death!"

Temple Chief Tu's old face turned red with shame as he berated angrily.

He was not one to be frightened easily. Staring at the Curved Horn Demon General, whose body was pierced by several iron chains, he sneered, "All you have is a glib tongue. How much strength can you have left after being suppressed for a thousand years? If you don't want to die, hand over the legacy quickly."

"Scram!"

The Curved Horn Demon General glared furiously, "That damned immortal from those days intentionally sealed the legacy within me, tormenting me in such a manner; he deserves to die. Even if I were to self-destruct, I wouldn't hand over the legacy to you, kekeke!"

He started to laugh maniacally, frantically pulling at the iron chains, causing the wounds on his body to crack and bleed again.