In an instant, his fury surged to the heavens, and flames blazed wildly around him. Crimson fire condensed into a massive Fentian blade, carrying rolling waves of heat as it cleaved straight toward Su Yang's face!
That strike was powerful enough to melt gold and iron, shatter mountains, and sever rivers!
Yet Su Yang did not move an inch. He merely raised his right hand and flicked a finger.
"Whoosh—"
A sharp finger wind tore through the air, casually meeting the flaming giant blade.
Zhu Rong sneered. "With that level of cultivation, you dare take it head-on? Ancestral Witch Body—nothing can invade it!"
But in the next instant, his smile froze.
Before the finger wind arrived, its force had already struck. An irresistible power slammed into his chest.
"Boom!!"
Zhu Rong flew backward like a cannonball, smashing through three mountain peaks in succession. Broken rocks sprayed everywhere and dust surged into the sky before he finally crashed into the earth's veins a hundred miles away, blasting out a bottomless crater.
"What happened?!"
"Who attacked?!"
"Zhu Rong has been ambushed!"
Roars of shock and fury erupted from the distant palace. Eleven figures shot through the air. There were both men and women, with only two women among them. They were the other eleven Ancestral Witches, rushing over after hearing what had happened.
Su Yang's indifferent gaze swept over them, his expression unchanged, as though he were looking not at twelve descendants of the Creation of the World, but at a few weeds by the roadside.
Rumble—!
The smoke and dust exploded as Zhu Rong charged out of the ruins in disarray. His hair was tousled, and his armor was charred black. Though his Ancestral Witch physique had left him unharmed, he was covered in dirt and had lost all face.
"Ahhhhhh—!"