Golden Peng chuckled and said, "Brother, you don't know the Witch Clan well enough. There are more than a dozen people there who can fight as well as I can. Well, marrying into the Witch Clan wasn't a bad deal. Whenever there's a fight, I've got plenty of backup."
Master Diao chuckled and said, "So that's how it is. By the way, what do you want to know? Don't be fooled by the fact that I'm the Second Boss of the Martial Realm. When it comes to information, the Great Leader isn't as well-informed as I am."
"Wait. Don't tell him yet. I'll spar with this brother first." With that, the Martial Ancestor, dressed in a fitted outfit, appeared on the arena.
"Uh, Martial Ancestor, we agreed that if I beat the Second Boss, you'd tell me what I wanted to know. Why do I have to fight another round?" Seeing this, Golden Peng wore an awkward expression.
The Martial Ancestor chuckled and said, "I'll suppress my cultivation to your level. Let's begin. Take this finger." As he spoke, he raised a finger and pointed downward. "Great Desolation Prison Heaven Finger." A terrifying finger imprint stabbed down at him from above.
Seeing this, Golden Peng did not panic. He raised a finger, gathering Innate Yin Yang Energies in his palm, and met the attack head-on.
The Martial Ancestor stood there, dressed in black like a god descending from the immortal realm. His gaze was as sharp as a torch, radiating an unfathomable aura. He smiled faintly, his voice clear as spring water. "Well done." As soon as his voice fell, he gently raised his hand. A faint golden light flickered at his fingertip, like a solitary star in the night sky.
"**Great Desolation Prison Heaven Finger, one finger shakes heaven