The radiance of that fist illuminated the past, present, and future, tearing open the endless darkness shrouding the Witch and Yao Epoch for an instant!
The supreme combat power swept across countless ages, lighting a ray of hope for the gods trapped in darkness and despair!
"Your Majesty!"
"Empress!"
"Lord Houtu!"
The divine beings who had followed Nuwa and fought to the death just as they had followed the Eastern Emperor choked up. They were incomparably agitated as they looked up at the sky.
In the hazy battlefield, Houtu roared through the ages. One of her fists was stained with bloodlight, and she had only just withdrawn it.
The noisy Xi Huang had been brutally struck before the infinitely enraged Houtu!
The Fuxi Qin flew apart, Xi Huang vomited blood, and he fell into the river of time, as though he had died instantly.
Shocking!
Nuwa had angrily pummeled Fuxi—the scene of domestic violence was this brutal!
Was this the distortion of human nature? Or the degradation of morality?
—Great Sage Bai Ze furiously scribbled away. The editor of the shocking-news department had taken on private work, gossiping about the strongest pair of divine beings since ancient times.
As for the deep and calculating big brother Fuxi being brutally beaten by his own little sister, Bai Ze did not say anything openly, but secretly expressed his delight—well done!
—Who told you to treat me like a courier package? Who told you to force me into becoming a spy among spies among spies?
You got what you deserved!
If he were not worried about settling accounts later, and about being beaten senseless by a masked expert someday merely because he had stepped out with his left foot first, he would definitely have cheered.
But after thinking it over seriously, Bai Ze