Fang Xun took a deep breath, soared into the air, left the spectators' stands, and arrived at the combat area.
"Great Witches, come at me together."
Having just watched a battle between Ancestral Witches, Fang Xun now had a deeper understanding of the Witch Clan's nature. At a time like this, explanations were the last thing needed.
Sure enough, the moment Fang Xun said this, the questioning voices fell silent instead.
The Great Witches' faces darkened, anger rising within them, while the Ancestral Witches watched Fang Xun with great interest.
"Please..." Fang Xun did not waste any more words. He looked at the Great Witches, slowly raised a hand, and clenched it into a fist.
"...Ye Tiandi Possession!"
Buzz!
In that instant, every Great Witch's eyes widened. They felt as though their hearts had been seized. Naturally, that did not shock them—it only stirred their battle intent into a frenzy!
The aura surging from Fang Xun made these battle-hungry Great Witches tremble with excitement, unable to suppress their fighting spirit.
It was a wild and proud Dao, one that stood above all Daos. The moment it appeared, heaven and earth trembled, as though some nameless immortal spirits were wailing.
It resonated with the Witch Clan's unyielding will to battle heaven and earth, causing the other Great Witches to grow increasingly excited.
"What is that?" The Ancestral Witches present could not help showing interest. Zhu Rong, especially, leaned halfway forward.
"A terrifyingly powerful fist technique—one that regards itself as supreme above all." Brilliant lights shone in Houtu's eyes as she sensed that lawless fist intent, which trampled all Daos beneath its feet.
"Come and fight!" Boundless heroic spirit rose in Fang Xun's heart. He stepped forward as if he had trodden upon the veins of all Daos, his battle intent piercing