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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 707: Confused Paper Fan Young Master, The Disappearing Heavenly Tribulation

"Still daring to run away?!"

Ao Chuan snorted coldly and chased after the figure.

The next moment.

They had reached the streets.

Yang Xinxue put on her clothes, ready to tear through space for instantaneous movement, but at that moment, a horrifying black claw slashed down.

"Ah!"

Yang Xinxue was slashed into pieces, her red soul tried to escape, only to be captured by Ao Chuan using a red gourd.

"Haha, done and dusted!"

Ao Chuan sealed the gourd and rocketed into the sky.

At a nearby teahouse.

Paper Fan Young Master held a fan in his left hand and a teacup in his right, staring dumbfounded at the scene.

His expression grew increasingly stiff.

"What kind of misfortune have I walked into!"

Paper Fan Young Master wanted to cry but had no tears.

He had finally encountered a Celestial Reincarnator from the Celestial Clan and took her in as a protector, about to lead Tianji Pavilion to rise and become a top hidden power that could move the entire Shenzhou Continent.