Fire God Zhu Rong was knocked back by a single punch.
That was the power of Fuxi's punch.
"How... how is that possible?!!"
The Twelve Ancestral Witches cried out in unison. Even the mature and steady Dijiang and Houtu were shocked by Fuxi's physical strength.
To send one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches flying with a single punch—didn't that mean Fuxi's physical body might already be on par with the Twelve Ancestral Witches?
Of course, Zhu Rong being sent flying also had something to do with the fact that he had not tried to block the attack.
If Zhu Rong had defended with all his strength, the outcome might have been different.
Yet even if Zhu Rong had been careless and negligent, failing to defend himself—
Fuxi's punch still far exceeded the expectations of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
All Pressed to the Ground
Zhu Rong, who had been sent flying, clutched his abdomen as he flew back.
His mood was incomparably gloomy.
He was Zhu Rong, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches—how could he have been punched flying by a Demon Race Da Luo?
Though Fuxi was powerful, Fuxi's physical body should have been weak.
Although he had not seriously defended himself just now, he had still tried to steady his footing.
The fact that he had been sent flying proved that Fuxi's physical strength truly was not weak.
In the end, he had underestimated Fuxi.
Feeling the faint pain in his abdomen, Zhu Rong flew back before Fuxi.
Fuxi looked at Zhu Rong and asked, "What do you say? Are you going to take me as your master now?"
"Hmph! That one didn't count!"
Naturally, Zhu Rong was unwilling to become his disciple.
He had been beaten rather badly just now. If he took Fuxi as his master now,