Great Wu Xing Tian: So You're the One Burdened with Infinite Karma?

Yang Chen's indifferent attitude gave Houtu a slight pause.

The gentle aura around her, one with the pulse of the earth, faltered for a moment, almost imperceptibly.

This person... he knows who I am, and he understands the delicate situation we're in, yet he speaks so casually. How arrogant is that, or perhaps... does he possess the confidence to disregard everything? The disturbance with the Ancestral Witch statue is too significant; our Witch Clan cannot afford a single misstep.

In that instant.

The entire Witch Clan tribe, the tens of thousands of Witch People erupting in cheers like a tidal wave, their fanatical roars that could shake the heavens, were as if choked by an invisible hand.

The sound vanished into thin air.

The wind stopped.

Even the dust floating in the air hung suspended.

A deathly silence.

A silence heavier than a thousand fathoms of abyss descended upon this land of iron and blood.

The gentle compassion in Houtu's eyes deepened.

She did not become angry.

However, beside her, one figure could no longer restrain himself.

BOOM!

A dull, heavy thud, not from clashing weapons, but from a foot stomping down and shattering the ground, harder than refined iron.

A figure, immensely imposing, took a step forward.

It's like this again. Houtu is lost in her convoluted thoughts again. So slow! My blood is about to boil! This guy smells both dangerous and powerful, like a storm about to break! Excellent! It's been so long since I've met an opponent that makes my axe tremble with excitement!

He carried a colossal battle axe, disproportionately large for his frame, its blade still bearing dark red bloodstains. In his other hand, he held an ancient shield.

His bare torso was sculpted with muscles like the hardest granite, radiating a visible, explosive power.

His eyes were not like bells.

They were two stars burning with molten lava.

His gaze was fixed solely on Yang Chen, devoid of any reverence, and lacking Houtu's caution and probing.

Only the purest, most primal, and unmasked fighting spirit, and the bone-deep excitement of a hunter discovering a worthy prey.

"Just looking around?"

His voice boomed, each word like two massive stones grinding against each other, rough, deep, and carrying a soul-shattering, savage force.

"Kid, you're speaking too lightly!"

He paid no attention to Houtu beside him; his burning eyes reflected only Yang Chen.

"I can sense it."

He grinned, revealing a row of stark white teeth, a smile more terrifying than the most ferocious Primordial Era beast.

"That scent on you, it's both fragrant and foul!"

This scent... it's the stench of that demonic entity called Rahula, the Father God's enemy. But... it's mixed with a pure, domineering power, like the Father God himself! Strange... whatever! He's strong enough! That's all that matters!

"A bit like that legendary demon, Rahula!"

At these words, Houtu's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Below, the expressions of the countless Witch People, moments ago in a frenzy, froze, turning to surprise and vigilance.

Rahula!

To them, that name represented the Father God's greatest enemy!

But the burly man paid no mind. He took another step forward, his Blood Essence beginning to surge uncontrollably, making the surrounding air grow hot.

He was, within the Witch Clan, recognized as having the highest combat power, second only to the twelve Ancestral Witches!

The Great Witch, Xing Tian!

Xing Tian was straightforward and simple-minded. He never believed in convoluted schemes, only in his fists and his instincts.

His instincts told him that the person before him was dangerous.

His instincts also told him that this person was "delicious"!

It was a primal craving from the depths of his Bloodline, an instinctive urge to clash, tear apart, and devour him!

"I also sense that you carry immense trouble!"

Xing Tian's voice suddenly rose, the scorching Blood Essence condensing behind him, vaguely forming a pillar of blood-red smoke reaching for the sky.

He pointed his colossal battle axe at the floating Yang Chen, his fighting spirit erupting like boiling magma!

"Is it you, kid, who bears immeasurable Karmic Force?"

"Perfect!"

Xing Tian let out a deafening roar of laughter, filled with unadulterated fervor and provocation.

Immeasurable Karmic Force? Good! That's a burden worthy of a strong individual! If you can't bear it, then I, Xing Tian, will take this burden and your head together!

"I, Xing Tian, love dealing with troublesome matters the most!"

"Come, come!"

"Let me see just how much skill you've got, and if you're worthy of this trouble!"

Before his words even finished.

BOOM--!

The blood-red smoke that surged towards the heavens from behind Xing Tian was no longer suppressed in the slightest. It ferociously tore through the eternal silence of Kunlun, savagely piercing the clouds!

This was no longer an intangible pressure.

This was a tangible storm.

A battle intent, extreme in its ferocity and purity, stirred up the sand and stones in the sky, carrying scorching waves of heat. It transformed into a roaring Primordial Era ferocious beast, charging head-on towards Yang Chen's location!

He was going to act directly!

Using the Witch Clan's oldest, most direct, and only recognized method, to "test" Yang Chen's mettle!

"Xing Tian!"

For the first time, Houtu's voice carried a hint of urgency. The gentle earth force field around her instantly condensed, attempting to prevent the imminent conflict.

This reckless brute!

I haven't even figured out this person's strength yet, and he's already acting so impulsively. How many variables will this bring to our Witch Clan!

But, it was too late.

Xing Tian's actions were faster than her voice.

His will was more direct than her thoughts.

The brutal storm of battle intent didn't even leave room for Houtu's words to echo before it, along with her gentle force field, was scattered and broken.

Houtu's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air.

The lingering aftermath of the dispersed earth laws still remained on her fingertips.

She looked at Xing Tian's back, his battle intent soaring like a Primordial Era divine mountain. Feeling the resolute determination to fight to the death, regardless of right or wrong, she could only let out a sigh so faint it was almost inaudible.

Forget it.

Given Xing Tian's nature, this battle is unavoidable.

Her gaze shifted back to Yang Chen, who stood at the center of the battle intent storm.

There, the light distorted, and space wailed.

So be it.

My probing was too gentle; it might be completely useless against an existence like this.

Xing Tian's battle axe is the most direct question in the Primordial World.

Your response will explain everything.

Very well.

It's a good opportunity to see firsthand.

This mysterious person who stirred the Ancestral Witch's stone statue, bearing both the extreme Karma of the Father God's mortal enemy and the Father God's inheritance...

What hidden trump cards do they truly possess.