Zhu Rong was a Sage, yet he could not withstand a single punch?
If it had been a Quasi-Saint, would they not have been blown apart by that tiny fist?
On Buzhou Mountain.
The residual force of Zhou Xian'er's punch had yet to fade, and space still trembled.
Even more astonishingly, Zhu Rong had been sent flying a great distance.
The other Ancestral Witches had been about to rush forward, but froze where they stood at the sight.
They looked at one another.
What was going on?
Zhu Rong had been punched away by a little girl?
How monstrous did her physical body have to be?
Laozi and the other Sages instinctively retreated several steps.
Their hearts filled with shock.
Zhu Rong was already a Hunyuan Great Luo Golden Immortal, yet he could not even take that punch.
It seemed they had been right—
This girl had absolutely inherited all of Buzhou Mountain's power!
Even a Sage probably could not withstand a punch from this pillar that held up the heavens, could they?
Di Jun and Tai Yi were stunned as well.
This was too outrageous!
She was clearly only a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, yet she could repel a Sage with her physical body alone.
Once she attained the Hunyuan Dao...
Would that not be terrifying?
She might truly be able to knock out a Sage with every punch.
She could not be provoked!
She absolutely could not be provoked!
"The Witch and Demon Clans have fought for long enough."
"It is time to handle proper business."
After accepting his disciple, Lu Changqing looked toward Di Jiang and Di Jun.
If they continued fighting, they might delay important matters.
Di Jun and Tai Yi had been eager for a truce.
How could the Demon Clan possibly stand a chance