Patriarch Hongjun Takes a Hit!

Y-You bastard, don't come any closer!

Get lost!

The Patriarchs of the Three Clans were nearly fainting from anger by now.

No matter what, they were the Patriarchs of the three Innate Spirit Race clans, and at the same time, they were also Heaven-appointed Saints.

How had they ended up in this state?

They had been beaten to the ground and left unable to move, while listening to Nuwa and Suirenshi discuss how to eat them?

They were even planning to make spicy hotpot and barbecue out of them, and start eating meat?

Eat your damn eggshell hammer of a meal!

What was even more outrageous was that these lowly Postnatal Spirit Race members could actually paw them from head to toe, intending to capture them and take them away?

There was only one word for it: miserable!

This was so damn miserable!

The Patriarchs of the Three Clans had been thoroughly toyed with. They gazed helplessly at the sky, hoping someone would come and save them.

Was anyone coming to save them?

If no one came soon, they really would be beaten to death by these ants!

They did not know whether they had been beaten so pitifully that even Heaven could not bear to watch, or whether their intense inner pleas had moved Heaven. Either way, they really were saved.

Just as they were about to be captured, packed up, and carried away, a powerful stream of Xuanqing Qi descended from the heavens.

It was like a bomb exploding right in front of them. The violent air currents directly sent these powerless humans tumbling to the ground one after another, while some were even blasted away by the Xuanqing Qi.

Ancestor Hongjun appeared in a purple robe, wearing a gilded purple-jade crown, with countless mysterious violet auras swirling