Confronting the Ancestral Qilin
"You beast, come and die at your granddaddy's hands!!!"
Zhurong, his hair blazing like a raging fire, pounced on the Ancestral Qilin. Gonggong unleashed a punch at him, bearing surging waves.
Though the Ancestral Witches were all powerhouses born to fight, they had only just taken form, and their techniques were still unrefined.
Compared with the Ancestral Qilin, who had fought on battlefields for tens of millions of years, their openings were laid bare with ease.
The Ancestral Qilin naturally showed no mercy.
He struck out with a palm, full of rage, and slammed Zhurong and Gonggong into the ground!
"Pah, pah, pah! That slap of yours didn't hurt one bit! Come on, fight your granddaddy Zhurong for another three hundred rounds!!!"
Zhurong pulled himself out of the ground and made a contemptuous gesture at the Ancestral Qilin.
The Ancestral Qilin looked at the unharmed Zhurong and Gonggong, then at his own faintly aching claw.
He was utterly astonished!
How was this possible? How could a Daluo Golden Immortal's body emerge unscathed from a Quasi-Sage's attack?!!!
A Daluo Golden Immortal was still a Daluo Golden Immortal; the difference between one and a Quasi-Sage was as vast as that between heaven and earth.
On the Primordial Continent, there was not a single Daluo Golden Immortal who could last ten rounds against a Quasi-Sage.
Much less block an attack with his body and emerge completely unscathed.
As far as the Ancestral Qilin knew, that was simply impossible.
"Hey, you beast over there! Come fight your granddaddy Zhurong for three hundred rounds!!!"
"Are you scared of your granddaddy Zhurong? Hahahahahaha!"
Zhurong was brimming with aggression. His primal fire ignited, and he charged again.
Then the Ancestral Qilin sent him flying back with another palm strike, crashing him into the ground.
But this time, the Ancestral Qilin was no longer as relaxed as before. The flames had lingered on his palm, burning without going out.
After trying numerous ways to put out the flames without success, the Ancestral Qilin had no choice but to suppress them with merit.
Looking at Zhurong, who had jumped up and begun shouting challenges again, the Ancestral Qilin's eyes filled with deep wariness.
The Fire Qilin of his clan and this man were both Daluo Golden Immortals, yet the Fire Qilin's flames could not harm the Ancestral Qilin in the slightest.
The flames of this being who had only just taken form were already faintly burning his primordial spirit.
Under these circumstances, there was only one possibility!
The Law of Fire!
Only if his mastery of the Law of Fire was exceptionally profound could he harm the Ancestral Qilin.
"What a pity..."
It was a pity that this group of newly transformed beings were only Daluo Golden Immortals, and their ability to harm him was limited.
The strange phenomena that had appeared here should have been caused by these beings taking form.
They could attain such profound mastery of the laws as soon as they took form. If I can obtain the great treasure here, then it will surely be nothing for my Qilin Clan to contend with the dragon and phoenix clans at the same time.
Seeing Zhurong slapped away time and again, Dijiang stepped forward without hesitation.
"Stop wasting words on him. Let's attack together!!!"
The Twelve Ancestral Witches struck at once. The Ancestral Qilin's expression grew grave; he dared not underestimate these beings.
Space became a spear of attack, time descended, and movement slowed!
When the Ancestral Qilin exposed an opening, the Ancestral Witches swarmed him, displaying the divine powers of their various laws.
"You are indeed strong. Among Daluo Golden Immortals, you truly have no equal."
Those attacks had indeed had some effect on him, but only a limited one. Their cultivation was truly a pity.
"I'm so glad—glad that you're still only Daluo Golden Immortals!!!"
The Ancestral Qilin threw back his head and let out a long roar, fully revealing his Quasi-Sage cultivation.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches were utterly unable to withstand the eruption of his presence and were sent flying one after another.
"There's something you ought to know," the Qi of weapons of war gathered on the Ancestral Qilin's palm, "you're not the only ones who can comprehend laws!!!"
"Damn it, our cultivation is still too weak."
The same thought surfaced in the minds of the Ancestral Witches. If they were Quasi-Sages now, how could they allow this beast to be so arrogant here?
"That's enough."
A calm, gentle voice rang out, and its owner stepped out from behind the Ancestral Witches.
The Ancestral Qilin stared wide-eyed at Fuxi.
When the Twelve Ancestral Witches attacked, the Ancestral Qilin had thought that the Thunder Qilin must have died at the hands of these fellows with their incredibly terrifying bodies.
Fuxi, on the other hand, did not appear to have any cultivation. Perhaps he had nothing to do with it.
But as the Ancestral Qilin looked back on it!
Fuxi had clearly been at the center of the battle just now, yet he had not been affected in the slightest.
What was more...
Even beneath the impact of such a display, he had not made the slightest move to defend himself or dodge.
The aftershocks of that battle would have left deep marks even on Buzhou Mountain, yet to this man, they were like a gentle breeze brushing his face, stirring not a ripple.
"But what of it?"
"Today, I, the Ancestral Qilin, am taking the treasure here!"
The qilin palm, laden with the Qi of weapons of war, changed direction and struck viciously at Fuxi, as if determined to crush him beneath it.
"Can't you understand human speech?"
A clean, unblemished hand met the qilin palm as it slammed down. The Ancestral Witches lying around them did not make the slightest move at the sight.
Why aren't they reacting?
The Ancestral Qilin saw out of the corner of his eye that those beings were not moving, and a vicious glint appeared in his eyes.
"Even that old dragon wouldn't dare take this palm strike head-on! Let me see what gives you such confidence?!"
The Ancestral Qilin's eyes gleamed viciously. He imbued his palm with the law of weapons and slaughter, determined to kill Fuxi on the spot.
This Qi of weapons of war was a manifestation of the law the Ancestral Qilin cultivated.
Unrivaled in slaughter, incomparably overbearing!
Long ago, on the battlefield of the three clans, the Ancestral Qilin had held a spirit treasure in one hand and the slaughtering Qi of weapons of war in the other.
He had raised a bloody storm, leaving countless dead and wounded!
After a battle, he would often be covered from head to toe in his enemies' blood.
At the time, the Ancestral Qilin had only been a Daluo Golden Immortal!
When the Ancestral Qilin was a Daluo Golden Immortal, the Ancestral Dragon, patriarch of the dragon clan, had still been confident he could take a palm strike or two from him.
Now, the Ancestral Qilin had reached the Quasi-Sage realm and had gained considerable further insight into his own law.
The strength unleashed by the two combined was enough to make even the Ancestral Dragon, a fellow Quasi-Sage, avoid its edge.
Leaving aside what might happen later, as of now, among the famed cultivators on the Primordial Continent who ranked among the very best, none dared beat their chest and swear that they could take this palm strike from the Ancestral Qilin!
Yet Fuxi remained as undisturbed as an ancient well.
If those outside saw Fuxi receiving the qilin palm, imbued with the slaughtering Qi of weapons of war, with his bare hand,
They would surely cry out that this man was unbelievably bold!
Then, with gloating and pity, they would watch the scene of the flower of flesh and blood about to bloom beneath the Ancestral Qilin's palm.
The Ancestral Qilin was also thinking that, after slapping this being to death, he would kill the Ancestral Witches to avenge the Thunder Qilin and his other clansmen!
The palm struck down, wind and clouds carrying thunder and lightning amid the clamorous sounds of weapons and slaughter.
Yet the scene the Ancestral Qilin had envisioned did not appear.
At the point where the qilin palm met the bare hand, every strange phenomenon came to an abrupt halt.
He could not advance an inch!
This being clearly looked like a man with no cultivation at all. How could he withstand my strike?!
What happened next was entirely beyond the Ancestral Qilin's expectations.
Beneath the qilin palm, the bare hand suddenly exerted force.
Before Fuxi, who had mastered the Law of Force, the Ancestral Qilin's so-called strength was nothing much.
It was just like the scene of the Ancestral Qilin fighting the Ancestral Witches earlier, but this time!
The one sent flying was!!
The Ancestral Qilin!!!