The six Ancestral Witches had not seen Luo Xuan for over a decade, and they had been fuming ever since.
Now that they had finally run into the Demon Race, there was no way they would let them go.
Only then did the many mighty figures of the Primordial World notice that Luo Xuan had followed behind the Ancestral Witches.
They still remembered this human who had survived the Eight-Nine Lightning Tribulation vividly.
"Judging from Luo Xuan's expression, could what Zhuo Jiuyin said actually be true?"
"Given the Witch Clan's overbearing... no, straightforward nature, they probably wouldn't stoop to telling such a lie."
After Kunpeng sent him a voice transmission, Di Jun also learned the whole story.
He cast Luo Xuan a cold glance.
Although he still looked furious on the surface, he had already calmed down inside.
Di Jun did not blame Kunpeng.
After all, from his perspective, Kunpeng's plan had been foolproof.
But Di Jun was completely baffled.
Hadn't they said that the Witch Clan from Shouyang Mountain had all withdrawn to the Witch Clan's territory?
How had their numbers not decreased, but instead increased by six Ancestral Witches?
Besides, now was not the time to consider that.
Six Ancestral Witches were blocking the gates of the Heavenly Court menacingly.
Di Jun found the situation humiliating.
"What do you want?"
Zhuo Jiuyin pointed at Kunpeng. "Simple. Hand over that mongrel bird."
Di Jun replied coldly, "Kunpeng is the Demon Master of my Heavenly Court. Absolutely not!"
Zhuo Jiuyin kept calling Kunpeng a mongrel bird, making the veins on Di Jun's forehead bulge.
Zhuo Jiuyin snorted lightly. "Then there's nothing to discuss. We can beat you into submission first."
Di Jun waved his hand, and a tremendous sound rolled in from every direction.
The entire Heavenly Court seemed to