When the Twelve Ancestral Witches heard Xuanxiao say this, they froze for a moment. Then extreme shock instantly appeared on their faces, followed by anger that burned fiercely in their hearts like surging flames.
Deep in their hearts, Pangu was not only their Father God but also their supreme faith—sacred and inviolable, allowing no insult whatsoever.
Yet now, someone had actually brazenly claimed to be their Second Uncle. In their eyes, this was nothing less than blatantly taking advantage of them, not to mention blaspheming their Father God, Pangu.
How could such behavior not enrage them?
"You're courting death!"
"I'll rip your head off right now!"
Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, even Houtu, who had always been the gentlest, was now filled with fury. Her eyes seemed capable of spitting fire.
Seeing how furious the Ancestral Witches were, Gou Chen's heart tightened. He hurried over to them, trying to stop them from acting impulsively.
He anxiously urged them, "Junior Brothers and Sisters, please calm down! As long as you settle down and carefully reason it out, you'll be able to understand the relationship between your master and yourselves."
Unfortunately, the Ancestral Witches had already been completely blinded by rage, leaving them utterly devoid of reason.
Gou Chen's words sounded like the wind passing by their ears. They simply ignored him.
Not only that, but because of what Gou Chen had said, they even began treating him as an enemy.
Without another word, they turned around and launched a fierce attack on Gou Chen.
Gou Chen was caught completely off guard. Although his strength surpassed that of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, he had no time to dodge when they all attacked at once without warning.
In an instant, Gou Chen was struck by their storm-like assault and sent flying by the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Seeing Gou Chen injured, Xuanxiao's expression instantly turned cold. He said solemnly, "It seems you can't listen to anyone right now. In that case, let me help you out, clear your heads, and wake you up!"
Before he had even finished speaking, Xuanxiao's hand shot out like lightning and seized the blazing Divine Fire that Zhurong had spewed forth.
The Divine Fire was as docile as a lamb in Xuanxiao's hand, allowing him to control it at will.
Then Xuanxiao gently clenched one hand. The originally scorching Divine Fire was instantly snuffed out, transforming into a wisp of green smoke that drifted away.
As for the attacks from the other Ancestral Witches, Xuanxiao dealt with them just as easily. He handled most of them in the same way, neutralizing them in the blink of an eye.
"He's no pushover. Everyone, be careful!" Seeing how effortlessly Xuanxiao had neutralized their attacks, Dijiang was secretly shocked. He hurriedly looked at his younger brothers and sisters and shouted a warning.
After hearing Dijiang's warning, the Ancestral Witches all nodded in unison. The flames of anger in their eyes had not gone out, but they were now somewhat more vigilant.
Xuanxiao merely chuckled when he heard Dijiang's words, not taking them to heart.
The next moment, his figure flashed, and he instantly appeared in front of Dijiang like a ghost.
"You!" Dijiang had just opened his mouth when Xuanxiao cut him off.
"Just stay right there!" Xuanxiao said as he suddenly slapped Dijiang.
The slap looked casual, but it contained boundless power.
Dijiang was completely powerless to resist and was directly slapped into the ground by Xuanxiao.
Not only that, Xuanxiao casually added a powerful seal, trapping Dijiang firmly inside and making it impossible for him to break free.
"Damn it!" Dijiang cursed furiously, but no matter how he struggled, he could not escape.
Xuanxiao followed the same method and slapped the remaining Ancestral Witches into the ground one by one.
Even Xuanming and Houtu, the two female Ancestral Witches, received no mercy from Xuanxiao.
However, when it was Gonggong's turn, a trace of hesitation flashed across Xuanxiao's face.
Gonggong watched helplessly as his brothers suffered miserable fates, and he could not help feeling a shiver of dread. He subconsciously swallowed.
Xuanxiao raised his hand and made as if to slap Gonggong's head. "I'd like to see just how hard the head of such a filial son really is. You even dared to smash Buzhou Mountain apart, so I imagine that head of yours must be extraordinary." With that, Xuanxiao ignored Gonggong's struggles and planted him headfirst into the ground.
Gonggong's head struck the ground with a heavy impact, producing a crisp, pleasant sound that was especially jarring in the silent space.
Hearing that sound, Xuanxiao nodded in satisfaction and teased, "As expected, the head that could smash Buzhou Mountain apart really is extraordinary. Even the sound is so special."
"Done!" Xuanxiao looked at the twelve enormous pits before him and clapped his hands in satisfaction. A smug smile appeared on his face. "A family really should be neat and tidy."
At this moment, the eleven Ancestral Witches trapped in the pits still had fury in their eyes despite their powers being sealed. They glared viciously at Xuanxiao.
As for Gonggong, it was not that he did not want to glare at Xuanxiao. Rather, Xuanxiao had planted him headfirst into the ground, making it impossible for him to turn his head. He could only helplessly maintain that position.
Xuanxiao watched the Ancestral Witches continue cursing. The corners of his lips rose slightly as he said coldly,
"It seems you still haven't remembered everything. Today, I'll have to let you brats learn what electrotherapy is."
Then he gently pointed toward the void with one hand.
In an instant, the winds and clouds in the void shifted, and countless bolts of lightning appeared out of thin air.
Bolt after bolt of lightning flashed with dazzling radiance and rumbled loudly, as if they were about to tear this space apart.
When the Twelve Ancestral Witches sensed the terrifying power of the lightning in the void, even they—who usually had little sense and were currently consumed by rage—could not help freezing.
They clearly sensed that every bolt of lightning here contained enough power to make them perish.
At this critical moment between life and death, this overwhelming threat finally restored a trace of clarity to the minds of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
After calming down and reasoning it out, they finally understood their connection with Xuanxiao.
"This Daoist really does seem to be our Second Uncle." The Twelve Ancestral Witches were now frantic inside, their faces filled with an absurd, dismayed expression.
However, Xuanxiao had no intention of giving them much time to think.
He merely waved both hands, and countless bolts of lightning poured down upon the heads of the Twelve Ancestral Witches like rain.
"Ah!!!"
The Twelve Ancestral Witches cried out in unison, their endless screams of agony and fear echoing through the heavens.
"Second Uncle, we're your biological nephews! Are you trying to murder your own nephews?" Zhurong wailed loudly, his voice full of grievance and pleading.
The other Ancestral Witches also began wailing along with him. Houtu and Xuanming's voices even carried traces of sobbing. Their miserable appearances were enough to break the hearts of those who heard them and bring tears to the eyes of those who saw them.
Seeing this, Gou Chen hurriedly pleaded, "Master, the Junior Brothers and Sisters didn't mean to hurt me. Please be magnanimous and spare them this time."
"That's right, Second Uncle! We know we were wrong!" The Ancestral Witches also took the opportunity to beg for mercy.
After hearing Gou Chen's plea and seeing the pitiful looks on the Ancestral Witches' faces, Xuanxiao finally withdrew the lightning and released them from the pits.
Xuanxiao looked at the Twelve Ancestral Witches before him and asked calmly, "Do you know who I am now?"
Hearing Xuanxiao's words, the Twelve Ancestral Witches hurriedly nodded in unison, their heads bobbing like rattles.
By now, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had already put away their imposing Ancestral Witch True Forms. Each of them stood obediently before Xuanxiao like a student who had made a mistake, not daring to make a sound.
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