The Twelve Ancestral Witches sat upright on the high platform, their gazes blazing like torches.
The Sanqing sat upon the eastern platform, calm and composed.
Hongjun presided over the west, his face expressionless.
Daluo Golden Immortals of the Origin from every side stood around the perimeter, surrounding the Dao Debate Platform so tightly that not even water could pass through.
Seeing that everyone had arrived, Dijiang rose to his full height, his voice resounding through heaven and earth.
"The Dao Debate Conference now begins! The first round will be a spar between the Witch Race and the disciples of Daoism. The rules remain the same: stop at the proper point."
As his words fell, a burly figure crashed down into the center of the Dao Debate Platform like a meteor, kicking up dust that filled the sky.
"Xing Tian of the Witch Race! Who dares fight me?!"
Xing Tian stood bare-chested, Shield-Axe in his left hand and a shield in his right, his battle intent soaring into the heavens.
He was one of the most battle-hungry Great Witches of the Witch Race. His cultivation had already reached the peak of the Golden Immortal of the Origin, and his physical body was among the strongest in the Witch Race.
Within the Daoist camp, the golden eyes of Six-Eared Macaque, a disciple of Taiqing, flashed as he rose to his feet.
But Kong Xuan's soft voice sounded behind him. "Senior brother Six-Eared, stay calm. Xing Tian is a general of the Witch Race. Let the junior brothers and sisters under Martial Uncle Yuqing or Martial Uncle Shangqing test his depth first."
Six-Eared Macaque scratched his head and suppressed his impulse.
Among Yuqing Yuanshi's disciples, Taiyi True Person was just about to rise when Guang Chengzi pressed a hand onto his shoulder.
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