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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?"

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Chapter 572: Black Dragon Quasi-Emperor Ao Chuan, in Charge of the Divine Race Minor Thousand Worlds

In order to dispel Ao Chuan's doubts, Ye Feng ran his hand through his long hair, and not a single strand fell out.

"So you're not a member of the Prophet Clan."

Ao Chuan suddenly realized.

The look he gave Ye Feng became somewhat more cordial.

Years ago, Ao Chuan had encountered a Prophet.

He had asked if he would ever gain the Dragon Clan's recognition within his lifetime, and the answer was "absolutely not."

Enraged, Ao Chuan killed the Prophet with a slap of his hand.

Subsequently, he was pursued by the Prophet Clan for who knows how far, until he finally escaped to the Divine Race's Lesser Thousand World and decisively went into seclusion there to painstakingly make a breakthrough in his realm.

Hence, hearing that Ye Feng was also an enemy of the Prophet Clan, Ao Chuan felt like he had found a "fellow traveler."

"I am curious, why did you just blame me for annihilating the Divine Race?" Ye Feng voiced his confusion.