The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 1225: Chapter 1225: Nine Supreme Saint Holy Puppets

Seeing this, Ye Feng started to laugh.

“Situ Ding, to think you’ve made me a sparring partner for Shangguan Shenyu is truly the height of arrogance!”

Ye Feng mocked.

“I have complete control of the situation here, I call the shots. Next, I want to see how much strength you can truly muster.”

Situ Ding stood with his hands clasped behind his back.

He looked very ordinary, like a middle-aged uncle in appearance and build.

But his pride was immense in his heart.

It was the domineering arrogance of someone with absolute strength, the calm of having total control over the situation.

Ye Feng was strong.

But in Situ Ding’s eyes, he was nothing more than an ant.

“What, you’re planning to make a move yourself?”

Ye Feng clenched his fists, staring coldly at Situ Ding.

Frankly speaking, Ye Feng had no confidence in defeating Situ Ding, even if what came was just an incarnation, it could still exhibit the strength of the first layer of the Hundred Tribulations Realm.

Such strength was enough to wreak havoc in the Three Thousand Realms.

Apart from the top fifteen names in front of the Power Stele, no one dared to challenge a fearsome Hundred Tribulations Realm warrior like Situ Ding.

“Me make a move? No! You are not yet worthy!”

Situ Ding shook his head and with a wave of his sleeve, the fabric of time and space shifted, and suddenly they were high in the sky.

Ye Feng looked around.

This place was directly above the main entrance of the Number One Divine Sect. Looking down, one could see the deepest part of the Divine Sect, where nine enormous statues rose into the air.

They were made entirely of stone.

Each one was ten meters tall, each holding a long spear with a sharp tip that emitted terrifying killing intent, capable of tearing the void apart.