Throughout the entire process, Fuxi fought to his heart's content.
Zhu Rong, however, seemed to be fighting in rather gloomy frustration.
And when Fuxi fought Gong Gong, the result was naturally just as one-sided.
After all, Zhu Rong and Gong Gong were roughly equal in strength.
Thus, Gong Gong was pinned to the ground by Fuxi as well.
Fuxi was exceedingly fair when it came to treating the defeated.
"Hmph! Men really are useless!"
Xuan Ming, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, stepped forward directly and charged at Fuxi as well.
Hearing Xuan Ming's words, the corner of Fuxi's mouth twitched slightly.
It seemed this Ancestral Witch Xuan Ming had quite the fiery temper.
Unfortunately, Fuxi was not the sort to go easy on women.
The battle between Fuxi and Xuan Ming did not last long either.
After merely a dozen exchanges, Fuxi pinned Xuan Ming to the ground.
Man or woman, he treated them all alike.
Xuan Ming's face flushed slightly as Fuxi held her down. She immediately fled back among her brothers and sisters, hiding behind Houtu.
This time, all Twelve Ancestral Witches had been frightened by the strength of Fuxi's physical body.
Why did a member of the Demon Race possess such terrifying physical strength?
The Twelve Ancestral Witches wanted to ask Fuxi, yet felt that such a matter was personal and not convenient to inquire about.
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The Twelve Ancestral Witches, famed throughout the Honghuang for their physical bodies, had actually lost to Fuxi of the Demon Race in terms of physical strength.
None of the Ancestral Witches could accept this.
Houtu looked at Fuxi, hesitating over whether to step forward and spar with him.
Yet just as she was about to speak, a large hand landed on her shoulder.
"I'll do it."
Dijiang