Cangyuan Challenges a Great Witch with His Fleshly Body, Shocking the Twelve Ancestral Witches! Cangyuan raised a brow, intrigued. "How shall we spar?"
Ancestral Witch Zhu Rong spoke bluntly, "Best if we clash head-on, fist against flesh. You Primordial Spirit cultivators wield Spiritual Treasures that are simply too annoying—impossible to damage, capable of repairing themselves, and plenty powerful besides."
In the Witch Race's eyes, the finest way to fight was through collisions of the fleshly body!
That nearly primitive, savage style of battle thrilled them and set their blood boiling!
Yet across the vast Prehistoric World, apart from the Witch Race, no other race fought in such a manner.
The moment Zhu Rong finished speaking, Houtu leaped up and kicked him flying. He crashed down flat on his face.
Houtu glared at Zhu Rong and snapped irritably, "Elder Brother Zhu Rong, how can you have such thick skin? He specializes in cultivating the Primordial Spirit, yet you want him to compare fleshly bodies with our Witch Race? Isn't that deliberately suppressing his strengths and forcing him to fight with his weaknesses?"
"Even if you won, it wouldn't prove anything."
"Hahahaha." Gonggong laughed at him mercilessly. He had just opened his mouth to speak when Houtu lashed a side kick into his lower back, sending him flying in a C-shape to land beside Zhu Rong.
Houtu said, "You're no better."
Gonggong looked on the verge of tears. "I didn't say anything, Little Sister."
Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin, and the other Ancestral Witches also felt Zhu Rong's proposal was rather excessive.
Not allowing a Primordial Spirit cultivator to fight with Spiritual Treasures was practically the same as declaring the Witch Race the winner outright.
What was there left to compete over?
Even if they won, Di Jiang and the others would feel