The Witch-Demon First Battle, East King Duke Steps In to Mediate (2)

Dijiang let out a cold laugh and said, "Since you put it that way, let's set this matter aside for now. You Three Pure Ones claim to be Pangu's orthodox lineage—where does that leave my Wu Clan?"

Upon hearing this, Yuanshi's face darkened and he said, "We Three Pure Ones were transformed from Father God's Primordial Spirit, so naturally we are Pangu's orthodox lineage. This is universally acknowledged throughout the Primordial Wilderness."

Zhu Jiuyin chuckled and said, "Since you, Yuanshi, are willing to reason things out, that proves you're open to settling this without a fight, right? How about this: if you Three Pure Ones will just acknowledge my Wu Clan as Pangu's orthodox lineage, we'll withdraw to Mount Buzhou and never trouble the Three Pure Ones again. What do you say?"

With his proud nature, how could the Primordial Spirit tolerate that? He directly raised the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi and struck at Dijiang's head, saying, "A bunch of barbarians like you—twelve Ancestral Witches who can't even muster a single Primordial Spirit between you—and you want to be Pangu's orthodox lineage? Take this blow from my Three Treasures Jade Ruyi and let it knock some sense into that thick skull of yours."

...And just like that, the Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Witches were locked in full-scale battle. Just how massive was the commotion? Well, by the time Yun Ting and the others reached Mount Buzhou, Laozi's Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda had already flown back to Mount Kunlun to protect its master on its own.

Before long, within the barrier of the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda, Tong Tian said, "Big Brother, we're safe for now, but... won't Yun Ting be in danger out there?"

Laozi stroked his beard and said, "He's now one of the three great clan leaders of the Demon Race alongside Di Jun and Taiyi—what could happen to him? With Taiyi's Chaos Bell, its defensive power is no less than this pagoda's. There's absolutely no problem. By the way, send a message to Yun Ting to bring the Demon Race's experts to help. It seems we three brothers really can't beat these twelve barbarians."

With that, Laozi took three bottles of Nine-Revolutions Golden Elixir from his pocket and said, "Come, let's maintain our power together. If you feel your spiritual energy drop by twenty percent, eat one to restore it immediately."

Seeing this, Dijiang said, "Taiqing, refining Nine-Revolutions Golden Elixir isn't cheap on materials, is it? Just acknowledge my Wu Clan as Pangu's orthodox lineage, and I swear the Wu Clan will never trouble you Three Pure Ones again. How about it?"

Laozi chuckled and said, "Acknowledge you as Pangu's orthodox lineage? Dream on... This humble Taoist has been refining pills for years; I can afford a few Nine-Revolutions Golden Elixirs."

Dijiang snorted coldly and said, "Brothers, put in some extra effort and hit them hard. I refuse to believe that with all twelve of us Ancestral Witches working together, we can't beat them. Hmph."

After a while, Tong Tian, who had been contacting Yun Ting with his eyes closed, opened them and said, "Big Brother, Yun Ting was worried the Wu Clan wouldn't retreat, so he's led a group of Demon Race Quasi-Saints, along with Di Jun and Taiyi, to attack the Wu Clan's stronghold at Mount Buzhou."

Upon hearing this, Yuanshi burst into loud laughter and said, "Good! Ting'er is a fine child—well done! Let them dare to come knocking on our door; this is exactly how they should be dealt with."

But Zhu Jiuyin's face changed when he heard this, and he said, "Big Brother, this is bad. All of us Ancestral Witches are here, and the Great Witches alone are no match for Di Jun and the others..."

Zhu Rong said, "Old Nine, since they've already gone to attack the Wu Clan's stronghold, it's too late for us to rush back now. Instead, let's settle the matter of who is Pangu's orthodox lineage today."

Qiangliang nodded and sent bolt after bolt of divine lightning hammering against the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda... The fighting grew fiercer and fiercer. Seeing this, Hongjun simply sighed, vanished from the Purple Firmament Palace, and appeared before Mount Kunlun, saying, "The immortal realm of Mount Kunlun should not come to this..."

Laozi said, "Teacher, this is not our fault. The Wu Clan came to us..."

Hongjun coughed and said, "Ahem, you are all Descendants of Pangu. This should not be. Stop now, and grant this humble Taoist some face."

Dijiang sneered coldly and said, "Just because you're a saint, Hongjun, do you think you're something special? And we should all give you face? Hmph, what if this Ancestral Witch refuses to give you face?"

Hongjun's expression turned cold. He pointed a finger, and a strand of Immortal Dao Law turned into a rope that bound Dijiang. He said, "This humble Taoist telling you to stop fighting is me giving you face. Think carefully—with your strength, can you really take down the Three Pure Ones? Can you break through the defense of the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda?"

Upon hearing this, Dijiang chuckled and said, "Give it a little more time, and naturally we'll break it."

Hongjun nodded, pointed a finger, and a Water Mirror appeared. In the mirror, Yun Ting had already led a group of Demon Race experts to form a formation above Mount Buzhou, and countless laws of power were raining down attacks on the Wu Clan's stronghold.

Hongjun chuckled and said, "Dijiang, without the Ancestral Witches, who on the Wu Clan's side do you think can stop Di Jun and Taiyi from attacking? This Water Mirror shows the scene from an hour ago. By now, I'm afraid quite a few Wu Clan experts have already fallen."

Seeing this, Dijiang quickly said, "Let's go! Everyone back to support!" With that, he used his spatial power to tear through space with the Twelve Ancestral Witches, frantically rushing back to Mount Buzhou. As soon as they arrived, they saw the Wu Clan's stronghold had become a war-torn wreck. Aside from Pangu Hall being unharmed, many other buildings were shattered. Xing Tian, wielding Gan Qi, was locked in an ongoing battle with Yun Ting, while other experts were also fighting each other. As for Taiyi, he was holding the Chaos Bell and was utterly unstoppable.

Dijiang roared, "Curse you, Di Jun! Founding the Demon Race is one thing—we hadn't even come to settle scores with you yet—but you dare to strike first against my Wu Clan? Brothers, charge together and teach them a lesson!"

Taiyi laughed heartily and said, "Think I'm afraid of you? Last time I was fighting Zhunti, you had to stick your nose in. Dijiang, take this strike from This Seat's bell!" With that, spiritual power flooded the Chaos Bell, and Duang, duang, duang—three bell rings shook the Primordial Wilderness. All the Wu Clan members present, except for the Great Witches and Ancestral Witches, were knocked unconscious. The Demon Race side, however, was fine—well, everyone who came was at least at the peak of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal or above.

You see, when Di Jun founded the Demon Race, he invited the clan leaders to a meeting. After the meeting, just as the Demon Race was established, Dijiang led the Ancestral Witches to pick a fight with the Three Pure Ones. So Taiyi didn't have to worry about friendly fire.

Dijiang looked at the unconscious lesser witches scattered across the ground and cursed, "You damned Golden Fur Crow! Today, I swear I'll catch you and roast you!"

Taiyi chuckled and said, "Stop bragging. Catch me and roast me? Even if you did catch me, I'm a dignified Golden Crow—do you think you could cook me?"

Just then, East King Duke, seeing that they were about to start a massive battle, appeared... Well, in his own cleverness, he thought Hongjun wanted him to show up and mediate only when the Wu and Demon races were on the verge of all-out war, so he had waited until the Twelve Ancestral Witches returned before making his move.