Yuanshi, how do you want to die?

Chaos Sea, outside Zixiao Palace.

The atmosphere in the void was so cold it was almost frozen solid.

The eleven Ancestral Witches' eyes were bloodshot, their killing intent almost solidified, as they stared fixedly ahead.

Around them were many powerful figures who had just emerged from Zixiao Palace and had not yet left.

At this moment, these people watched from afar, their expressions varied—shock, fear, schadenfreude, or pure curiosity.

Yuanshi stood opposite the Ancestral Witches, his Daoist robe moving without wind, his Quasi-Sage aura spreading unreservedly.

He held Hou Tu in his hand, his expression gloomy, with a hint of surprise.

Just as he came out of Zixiao Palace, taking advantage of Hou Tu's unpreparedness, he unleashed his Quasi-Sage cultivation, directly capturing her with a sneak attack.

However, he could do nothing with Hou Tu's Ancestral Witch body, which was comparable to an Innate Spiritual Treasure.

But the moment the Ancestral Witches appeared, an extremely powerful force seemed to emerge in his hand, and Hou Tu suddenly trembled violently.

Yuanshi didn't think much of it; how could he miss such a good opportunity?

At this moment, Hou Tu's face was pale, without a trace of blood, obviously enduring great pain, but she clenched her teeth, not allowing herself to make a single sound.

Having been cared for by her brothers since birth, she never thought that one day she would become a bargaining chip to threaten them.

"Yuanshi!"

"Release our little sister!" Dijiang roared directly.

The power of space surged around him, as if to tear everything apart, but because he feared harming the mouse by throwing something at the vase, he dared not make any movements.

Zhu Jiuyin, Qiangliang, Zhurong, Xuan Ming, and the other Ancestral Witches roared repeatedly, their monstrous killing intent stirring the chaos.

The powerful figures watching from afar began to whisper among themselves.

"Yuanshi actually kidnapped Ancestral Witch Hou Tu! He has completely disgraced the Great God Pangu!"

"The Primordial Spirit of Pangu and the descendants of Pangu's blood essence, they have completely torn their faces apart!"

At this time, a black-robed man glanced at Yuanshi flatteringly and retorted loudly:

"Kidnapped? Who saw it? Hou Tu clearly ran into Yuanshi's hands herself, didn't she?"

Behind him, three Daoists also spoke in agreement.

At the same time, many righteous powerful figures showed expressions of intolerance, but fearing Yuanshi's Quasi-Sage strength, they could only shake their heads and sigh.

"Senior Brother, what a show, what a show!" Zhunti said with a smile, curving his lips.

In the void, Yuanshi grinned, his smile full of twisted pleasure.

He looked at Zhurong, slowly opened his mouth, and laughed:

"Release her?"

"No problem!"

"The Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, bring it here."

The onlookers were all stunned; this was blatant extortion!

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged glances, lost in thought.

Zhurong looked at Hou Tu's pale face, suppressing his anger. How could a mere Three Treasures Jade Ruyi compare to a single hair on his little sister's head?

He didn't hesitate at all, directly took out the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, and threw it to Yuanshi:

"The thing is yours! Now, can you release my little sister?!"

Yuanshi lightly caught it, a flash of joy in his eyes.

His treasure had returned!

He weighed it, but shook his head, looked at Zhurong, and grinned hideously:

"I said let you bring it over, what do you mean by throwing it over?"

"Chop off the hand you just used to throw the Jade Ruyi!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was shocked!

Then there was an uproar.

"Too shameless! He's going back on his word!"

"He's already getting his treasure back, and he's still not stopping?"

"Too ruthless, he's going to forge an irreconcilable blood feud with the Ancestral Witches!"

Hou Tu's body trembled violently when she heard this, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

She struggled desperately, wanting to open her mouth to stop Zhurong.

But Yuanshi's fingers, pinching her neck, suddenly tightened, and she could only let out a few weak whimpers, tears streaming down uncontrollably, silently begging.

Zhurong's heart shook.

Chop off his hand?

Although the Ancestral Witch's body can regenerate severed limbs, damage to its origin is unavoidable, and it's a great humiliation!

But looking at the tears in Hou Tu's eyes, the hesitation in his heart vanished instantly.

He suddenly raised the arm that had thrown the Jade Ruyi, hardened his heart, and condensed the Law of Fire in his other hand, turning it into an invisible sharp blade, and slashed down fiercely!

"Zhurong!"

Everything happened too fast; the other Ancestral Witches exclaimed in unison, but it was too late to stop him.

In the horrified gazes of everyone.

"Chī!"

Zhurong's powerful arm broke off in response, falling into the chaos with a "bang," and was instantly crushed by the chaotic airflow!

Fresh blood gushed out like a fountain, scattering into the chaotic void, a shocking sight.

The onlookers were silent; everyone was stunned by Zhurong's decisiveness and Yuanshi's cruelty.

Several Ancestral Witches quickly teleported to Zhurong's side, using their magic power to stop the bleeding and heal his wounds.

Zhurong's face was as pale as paper, his body trembling, and beads of sweat as large as beans slid down his forehead.

He endured the pain, his voice hoarse as he said:

"Now?"

"Can you release my little sister now?"

Yuanshi looked at Zhurong's empty right shoulder, his eyes flashing with mad excitement.

He slowly shook his head, saying each word distinctly:

"Not enough!"

"Far from enough!"

"I want that Qin Xuan, dead!"

Zhurong suddenly raised his head, a trace of astonishment flashing in his eyes; he couldn't accept anything happening to either Qin Xuan or Hou Tu.

He snorted coldly, his voice carrying a hint of mockery:

"Wishful thinking!"

The smile on Yuanshi's face disappeared instantly, turning into extreme viciousness.

He stared at Zhurong, the corners of his mouth slowly curving up again:

"Is that so?"

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The hand gripping Hou Tu's neck slowly increased its strength.

"Ugh…" Hou Tu let out a painful groan, her face instantly turning purplish-blue!

Seeing this, Zhurong's heart and soul were torn apart.

He could endure pain, he could endure humiliation, but he couldn't bear to see his sister suffer such torment!

He hesitated for only a moment, then a resolute look flashed in his eyes!

"I am willing to die, you release my little sister!"

Zhurong shouted hoarsely, his voice filled with determination.

Yuanshi raised an eyebrow, his eyes full of mockery:

"Oh?"

"You're willing to die for him?"

"I am!"

Zhurong's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and he immediately said:

"You make a Heavenly Dao oath!"

"Swear that after I die, you will immediately release my little sister!"

Hearing this, Yuanshi pondered for a moment.

Release Hou Tu?

How could he!

"Oath? No need." Yuanshi said coldly, "When you die, I will naturally release her!"

Zhurong's heart sank, a trace of despair flashing through it.

He knew that Yuanshi had no intention of letting Hou Tu go at all.

He was just toying with them!

Seeing that Zhurong didn't move, Yuanshi's mouth curved up slightly, and his other palm was about to strike down on the top of Hou Tu's head.

"Don't!"

Zhurong's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared.

Yuanshi's arm hung in mid-air, watching him with amusement.

Zhurong looked around at his brothers, his eyes filled with longing and reluctance.

"Brothers... I'm sorry! Zhurong is taking a step ahead!" he said in a low voice.

Then, he raised his only remaining left hand and slammed it towards his own crown!

If this strike landed, he would be completely destroyed!

Hou Tu's pupils shrank suddenly, and she let out a shrill scream:

"Zhurong!"

"No!"

She struggled with all her might, her eyes covered in bloodshot veins, and tears streaming down her face.

Just then, Xuan Ming, with quick eyes and hands, grabbed Zhurong's arm.

At the same time, she transmitted her voice:

"Don't be impulsive!"

"Even if you die, Yuanshi won't let our little sister go!"

"But..." Zhurong's eyes were full of pain and struggle.

Xuan Ming transmitted her voice urgently:

"Xuan-di is almost here!"

A flash of inspiration struck Zhurong's mind, and his movements froze instantly.

He looked towards Yuanshi, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes, and roared:

"Yuanshi!"

"Are you even a man?"

"To actually use a woman as a threat!"

"If you have the guts, come at us brothers?!"

Yuanshi was expressionless, but the sinister smile on his face became even more terrifying.

The hand he was using to hold Hou Tu suddenly increased its strength, and Hou Tu's body began to twitch violently.

At the same time, his other palm struck down towards the top of Hou Tu's head without hesitation.

This time, it was no longer a feint.

The Ancestral Witches were anxious and frantic, their eyes bloodshot, and they let out desperate roars.

Just then, a thunderous roar that tore through the chaos came like a thunderclap, instantly exploding in everyone's ears!

"Yuanshi!"

"How dare you!"

Along with this voice, a dazzling golden light pierced through the chaos, carrying unparalleled power, and shot towards Yuanshi at lightning speed!

It was a golden ruler about ten feet long, its entire body radiating golden light of merit.

Yuanshi narrowed his eyes slightly and sneered.

Good!

I was just worried about not being able to find you!

Without hesitation, he directly pushed Hou Tu in his hand forward, right into the path of the rapidly approaching golden ruler!

"Little sister!"

"Hou Tu!"

The Ancestral Witches cried out in sorrow.

Just as Hou Tu was about to be hit by the golden ruler, a figure moved faster than the golden ruler, blocking Hou Tu as if teleporting out of thin air!

"Bang!"

A dull, heavy sound.

The golden ruler's momentum did not diminish, and it slammed solidly into Qin Xuan's back.

"Pfft!"

Qin Xuan spat out a mouthful of blood, but the movements in his hands did not stop at all.

He pulled Hou Tu into his arms, and his body flew backwards like a cannonball.

In an instant, he returned to the side of the Ancestral Witches.

He carefully handed Hou Tu to Xuan Ming, then slowly turned around, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

There was no expression on his face, and his eyes were as black as an abyss, without any ripples.

But the aura emanating from him carried a terrifying power capable of destroying everything.

Qin Xuan looked towards Yuanshi, who was suspended in the void, his voice as cold as if it came from the deepest hell:

"Yuanshi!"

"How do you want to die?"