Two eras had passed since the Immortal-Demon War, and the Primordial World All Spirits had finally been able to rest and recuperate.
Meanwhile, in the western lands, the Witch Clan's influence had long since expanded into the territory of Mount Sumeru.
Did Zhunti and Jieyin have any objections? Ten muscular brutes stood right across from them. On top of that, Xuanming and Houtu had even more direct methods—they used sparring as an excuse to beat Zhunti and Jieyin senseless. Those palm leaves hurt like hell when they struck.
After that, the already miserable expressions on Zhunti and Jieyin's faces became even more bitter.
Elsewhere, Qiangliang had arrived at the Blood Sea in the westernmost region. The vast amounts of baleful and bloody aura within the Blood Sea were tremendous nourishment to him.
The lightning patterns around his body instantly lit up. Qiangliang drew in and tempered the dark-red baleful aura, continuously absorbing it as he strode straight toward the depths of the Blood Sea.
Minghe flew into a rage at the sight. One thunder-wielder had died, and now another had come—one who was unaffected by the Blood Sea. Was he simply born at odds with the Dao of Thunder?
Seeing Qiangliang venture deeper into the Blood Sea and grow increasingly excessive, Minghe truly could no longer endure it.
He abruptly rose from his lotus platform, Yuantu and Abi in hand, transforming into a streak of bloody light as he appeared before Qiangliang. "Ancestral Witch Qiangliang! This is my Blood Sea dojo. Stop right there!"
Qiangliang burst into laughter. "Minghe, you're far too stingy. Look at how generous Zhunti and Jieyin are."
Was that even something a person should say? If Zhunti and Jieyin could defeat the Twelve Ancestral Witches, they would have driven them out of Mount Sumeru long ago.