The crucial point was that what Fuxi excelled at most was not his physical body, but Daoist arts.
By all reason, his physical body should have been Fuxi's weakness.
How could Heaven allow a living being to achieve perfection in every aspect?
Take the Demon Race: since they excelled at spells, their physical bodies should naturally be weaker than the Witch Clan's.
Take the Witch Clan: their physical bodies were outrageously powerful, so in terms of Daoist arts, they indeed fell just a little short of the Demon Race.
Yet Fuxi had reached the pinnacle of the Hong Huang World in both physical strength and Daoist arts. That was simply terrifying.
Fuxi Bestows a Treasure
Dijiang and Fuxi fought for three days and three nights. Hundreds of mountains were flattened, rivers were forced to change course, and not a cloud remained in the sky.
Even after fighting for so long, Fuxi and Dijiang had been unable to determine a victor.
Both of them had reached the summit in terms of physical toughness and raw physical strength. What they were competing in now was purely their combat methods.
Although Dijiang wished to continue, he was, after all, the leader of the Witch Clan and bore heavy responsibilities.
If he neglected the Witch Clan for just two or three days, those juniors could still hold steady.
But if the Witch Clan remained without supervision for too long, Dijiang felt that the Great Witches under him would dare lead an army straight to the Sun Star.
There were far too few clever people in the Witch Clan.
There were also far too few people capable of sharing his burdens.
After exchanging several more punches with Fuxi, Dijiang flashed backward, smiled, and said, "This battle of physical bodies with Fellow Daoist Fuxi has been