Pangu Hall.
At this moment, an unprecedented murderous aura permeated the hall.
Su Ming had just stabilized his cultivation realm. The surging power still rushed through every part of his body, and his battle intent soared.
He was wondering where to find a suitable opponent when his thoughts stirred. He sensed twelve powerful and tyrannical auras rapidly converging from all directions.
The Twelve Ancestral Magi!
"They came at just the right time."
The corners of Su Ming's lips lifted slightly. Not only did he show no nervousness at having entered someone else's lair, but he even displayed the calm bearing of a host.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Twelve figures that seemed to reach the heavens appeared outside Pangu Hall almost simultaneously.
Their forms were all different, but their auras came from the same source. Every one of them was domineering beyond measure, their baleful auras soaring into the sky.
They were the Twelve Ancestral Magi who had just returned from battling the Demon Emperor Di Jun and the Eastern Emperor Tai Yi!
The one at the front had a human face and a bird's body, four wings growing from his back and six claws on his chest. He was Dijiang, the Ancestral Wu of space and speed!
His gaze flashed like lightning, instantly locking onto the utterly unfamiliar figure inside Pangu Hall.
"Who are you? How dare you trespass into our Wu Clan's sacred hall!"
Dijiang's voice was not loud, but it contained the power of space-shaking vibrations, as though it could tear the soul apart.
The gazes of the other eleven Ancestral Magi also locked onto Su Ming in unison. Shock and confusion filled their eyes, but even more than that, there was boundless fury!
Pangu Hall!
This was the sacred land of their Wu Clan, formed from Father God's skull. Apart from the Twelve Ancestral Magi, no living being could enter!
Yet now, a being they had never seen before had not only entered but was sitting openly in the center of the hall. His posture made it seem as if he were the master here!
This was simply the greatest humiliation!
"Anyone who trespasses into Pangu Hall must die!"
Zhurong, whose temper was the most explosive, could no longer hold himself back.
Crimson Divine Fire burned all over his body. It was no ordinary flame, but a flame of law capable of incinerating all things. Even the surrounding void was burned until it twisted and collapsed.
Facing the overwhelming might of the twelve Ancestral Magi, Su Ming's expression did not change in the slightest.
He slowly rose to his feet, calmly sweeping his gaze across them before finally stopping on Dijiang. Then he spoke indifferently:
"Pangu Hall was formed from Father God's skull. I carry Father God's bloodline, so this place is my home."
As soon as he said this, the entire hall fell utterly silent.
Then came fury like a volcanic eruption!
"Nonsense!"
"How dare a mere brat claim to possess Father God's bloodline!"
"Big Brother, stop wasting words on him. Kill him!"
Zhurong was the first to erupt. His nature was already as fierce as fire, and now he was furious beyond measure.
A descendant of Pangu?
In the Primordial Wilderness, who besides the Twelve Ancestral Magi would dare claim to be a descendant of Pangu?!
This was not only a provocation against them—it was also an insult to their supreme Father God!
"Brat, prepare to die!"
With a roar, Zhurong transformed into a streak of flowing fire. Without using any divine ability, he simply threw a punch straight at Su Ming's face!
This punch contained the explosive and destructive power of the Law of Fire. It was enough to blast an ancient divine mountain into dust in an instant!
In Zhurong's eyes, dealing with such an ignorant brat required only one punch.
However, facing this earth-shattering punch, Su Ming did not even lift his eyelids.
He likewise did not use any magical power. He merely drew out a wisp of the ocean-like qi and blood within his body and gathered it into his right fist.
Instead of retreating, he advanced!
Under the gazes of all the Ancestral Magi, who thought Su Ming would be blasted into pieces by a single punch, Su Ming's fist collided head-on with Zhurong's!
"BOOM—!!!"
There was no heaven-shaking explosion as they had imagined. There was only a dull, thunderous impact so immense that it seemed capable of shattering one's heart!
The next moment, a figure flew backward at a speed even faster than when it had charged in!
Bang!
The figure crashed heavily into the indestructible wall of Pangu Hall, actually leaving a web of cracks in the wall engraved with Dao Runes!
The entire Pangu Hall trembled!
Everyone's gazes froze instantly.
The one sent flying was not that unfamiliar junior.
It was Zhurong!
It was Zhurong, the Ancestral Wu of Fire, famed among the Twelve Ancestral Magi for his strength and explosive power!
"This... how is this possible?!"
Gonggong, the Ancestral Wu of Water, cried out in shock.
The pupils of the other Ancestral Magi, including Dijiang, who stood at the front, abruptly contracted!
What had they seen?
Zhurong's fist was mangled, his finger bones shattered, and his entire arm was twisted into a bizarre shape!
As for that young man, he was still standing where he had been, his hands behind his back. Even the hem of his clothes had not moved.
One punch!
Only one punch!
A clash of pure physical strength—and Zhurong had been utterly defeated!
This completely overturned their understanding!
The Wu Clan had been born with control over the laws, and their physical bodies were incomparably powerful. That was their greatest reliance for dominating the Primordial Wilderness!
They considered themselves descendants of Pangu, with physical strength unmatched in the world!
Yet this man before them actually possessed a physical body even more terrifying than an Ancestral Wu's?!
"Damn it! I refuse to accept this!"
Zhurong slid down from the wall and let out a thunderous roar.
Humiliation! Unprecedented humiliation!
He had actually been crushed by a single punch in the very physical strength he was most proud of!
"Again!"
Zhurong's eyes turned crimson. He looked like a mad demon as the flames of law around his body surged wildly. Once again, he transformed into a blur and pounced at Su Ming!
Su Ming's gaze was indifferent. Once again, he threw an ordinary punch.
Bang!
Zhurong flew backward again and crashed into another wall.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Zhurong charged forward unwillingly again and again, only to be sent flying by Su Ming's effortless punches each time.
He was like an overconfident child challenging a towering giant. Every attack appeared so laughable and so powerless.
Inside the entire Pangu Hall, only the dull crashes of Zhurong being sent flying again and again remained, accompanied by the increasingly heavy breathing of the other eleven Ancestral Magi.
"That's enough!"
Dijiang finally spoke, stopping Zhurong from charging forward again.
His expression was grave to the extreme as he stared fixedly at Su Ming. "You... who exactly are you?"
Su Ming withdrew his fist and glanced indifferently at them. His gaze was like that of someone looking at a group of disappointing juniors.
"I am the True Descendant of Pangu, the offspring of a god!"
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