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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 315: Bronze and King, Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation

Dog Head Strategist Dog Er Ha raised his paw and suggested, "We can follow behind Brother Flathead. As long as it can hold on, we will be safe."

"What if it can't hold on?" Pig San Pang asked.

"If even Brother Flathead can't hold on, then you will become a roast fragrant pig," Dog Er Ha said, pointing at Pig San Pang's nose.

"A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory!" Pig San Pang immediately gave Dog Er Ha a disdainful glance, feeling that this dog head strategist was becoming more and more unreliable.

"All right, all right, stop fighting. We Whitefloat Five Immortals, plus Little White Fox and Golden-furred Squirrel, make up seven High-rank Demon Soldiers. Together we can sweep through the Demi-transformed Demon Beasts. What's there to fear? Let's go, charge in and slay the demon fiend!"

Fox Da Hong raised a big iron shovel and bravely charged into Xieguang Mountain.

The other spiritual beasts followed closely behind, not daring to fall behind.