He had never been comparable to an ordinary Great Witch. His cultivation was nearly on par with the Ancestral Witches, making him the pinnacle of the Witch Clan's combat strength. During the ancient Witch-Demon War, he had fought eleven Quasi-Saints alone without falling behind, cleaving the sea of clouds with his axe and blocking heavenly thunder with his shield. Even without the Ancestral Witch Body, no one in the Primordial World at that time had dared look directly at his back.
His body trembled slightly. Cold light burst from the slits of his eyes as his gaze pierced layer upon layer of clouds, stabbing straight toward the resplendent heavenly palaces above the nine heavens. The corners of his lips slowly lifted into a cold smile. "Heh... My Witch Clan has avoided the world for many years. It seems people have forgotten that the blood of this Primordial World has always run hot." As his voice fell, a heaven-shaking baleful aura exploded from his body. In an instant, dark clouds pressed down over Pangu Hall, lightning serpents danced wildly, and thunder boomed like drums pounding against the heart.
Feng Bo, Rain Master, Jiu Feng, and Xiang Liu immediately dropped to one knee in unison, their armor clanging. "We beseech Great Witch Xing Tian to leave seclusion and restore the immortal renown of our Witch Clan!"
Xing Tian turned around, his robe sleeves fluttering fiercely, his voice ringing like metal striking metal. "From this day forth, Xing Tian returns to the Primordial World—let those great powers who cling to life see this: even though the Ancestral Witches have passed, the backbone of the Witch Clan remains as hard as Pangu's spine!" With that, he suddenly threw back his head and roared toward the sky, "Where is Gan Qi!"
Buzz—!
Two blazing golden