The Might of Pangu True Body, Duke of the East's Defeat and Death

On this day, Duke of the East had just returned from the North Sea. Before he could even catch his breath, Immortal Court scouts reported that the Witch Clan was making a major move.

Before Duke of the East could think of a response, rumbling explosions suddenly rang out from outside the Immortal Court.

"What happened?"

Duke of the East was greatly alarmed and hurriedly asked.

"Report!"

At that moment, an Immortal General on duty rushed into the hall in panic.

"Reporting to the Immortal Emperor, the Witch Clan is launching a massive attack!"

"What?"

Duke of the East's face instantly drained of color.

Each of the Twelve Ancestral Witches was comparable to a peak Grand Luo Golden Immortal. Together, they could even unleash an attack equivalent to that of a Saint.

He was merely a mid-stage Grand Luo Golden Immortal. How could he possibly defeat the Twelve Ancestral Witches?

"Quickly go to the Western Heaven and invite Ancestor Zhun!"

Duke of the East cried out in horror.

Because the Western Continent was barren, Zhun and Jieyin happened to need the resources and support of an Eastern Continent force like Duke of the East.

Moreover, in Purple Cloud Palace, Zhun and Jieyin had knocked Kunpeng from his seat and seized Red Cloud Ancestor's meditation cushion, enjoying unparalleled prestige for a time.

Combined with their peak Grand Luo Golden Immortal cultivation, they were also people Duke of the East sought to curry favor with.

Thus, after some coming and going, the two factions became connected.

"Yes!"

The messenger immediately ran out of the hall.

However, before Duke of the East's men could travel to the Western Heaven and invite Zhun and Jieyin, the Witch Clan's main force had already broken into the Immortal Court.

How could that disorganized rabble possibly be a match for the Witch Clan?

Led by Ancestral Witches comparable to Innate Gods and Demons, they smashed through everything in their path.

They slaughtered gods when they met gods, slaughtered Buddhas when they met Buddhas; no gods or ghosts could stand in their way.

The Primordial Powerhouses who had joined midway to fish in troubled waters saw how fierce the Witch Clan was. Without another word, they abandoned their own troops and fled for their lives.

They had not come to the Immortal Court to fight to the death for it. They had merely seen that Duke of the East had been personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor as the leader of the male immortals and believed there was profit to be made.

Now that their lives were on the line, who would agree?

Watching the group of Primordial Powerhouses run faster than rabbits, the Twelve Ancestral Witches could not be bothered to chase them. They merely snorted coldly.

They would settle the score after autumn.

For now, the urgent matter was to kill Duke of the East completely and destroy the Immortal Court's organization and power.

That way, the Witch Clan would become the absolute overlord of the Primordial Continent.

"Bad news! Bad news! The Witch Clan has completely broken in!"

Just as Duke of the East was at his wits' end, the commander of the Immortal Court guards ran in, drenched in sweat, shouting in terror.

Bang!

Duke of the East collapsed completely onto the Immortal Emperor's throne.

"They came this quickly?"

"Is the Witch Clan truly this powerful?"

Duke of the East's face was deathly pale, and even his fingers trembled.

"Your Majesty, run! Otherwise, it will be too late!"

The commander of the Immortal Court guards hurriedly shouted.

"Run? Where can I run to?"

"If the Immortal Court is destroyed, where in this vast Primordial Wilderness could I possibly stand?"

Duke of the East said with a face full of bitterness.

A ferocious aura crashed straight in, directly shattering the magnificent dome of the Immortal Court's grand hall.

"Haha, Duke of the East, you little bastard! I've finally found you! Let's see where you can hide now!"

An Ancestral Witch looked at Duke of the East seated upon the Immortal Emperor's throne. His expression immediately brightened as he burst into wild laughter.

With a sinister grin, he stretched out a palm as large as a fan and grabbed at Duke of the East.

"Do not be so arrogant!"

Seeing a single Ancestral Witch dare to barge into the Immortal Emperor's hall and humiliate him so openly, Duke of the East was filled with rage. He sprang up from the throne, drew the Dragon-Head Golden Staff, and viciously smashed it toward the incoming giant hand.

Seeing the Dragon-Head Golden Staff in Duke of the East's hand, the Ancestral Witch's pupils contracted slightly. Wary of it, he hurriedly moved his giant palm aside.

The giant palm struck the hall, instantly reducing the entire Immortal Emperor's hall to pieces.

Duke of the East flew out amid broken metal and rubble, glaring furiously at the giant-like Ancestral Witch.

He shouted, "I am the leader of the male immortals personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor, acknowledged by the Heavenly Dao itself. How dare you Ancestral Witches bully me like this?"

"Are you not afraid of incurring the Heavenly Dao's wrath and the Dao Ancestor's fury?"

The Ancestral Witch sneered.

"My Witch Clan is descended from Pangu the Creator God. This entire Primordial Wilderness was created by our Father God, so what does the mere Heavenly Dao amount to?"

"Why don't you call out to the Dao Ancestor now and see whether he will descend from the Thirty-Three Heavens to lend you a hand?"

"You really know how to wave a big banner and put on such a grand show."

Another Ancestral Witch descended through the air. Immortal Court guards exploded into flying flesh and blood all along his path. Landing nearby, he revealed a cold smile.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Not long after, the other Ancestral Witches also broke through the Immortal Court's defensive lines and arrived here, surrounding Duke of the East like dumpling filling.

At this sight, Duke of the East's eyelids twitched wildly.

With the aura of death hanging over him, Duke of the East could no longer care about anything else. He hurriedly shouted toward the heavens, "Dao Ancestor, save me!"

However, Hongjun had long since become a Saint. Why would he interfere in the affairs of the Primordial Wilderness, invite trouble, and give the Heavenly Dao leverage against him? He simply pretended not to know.

Duke of the East frantically cried for the Dao Ancestor to save him, calling out three times without receiving the slightest response. Despair filled his face.

He knew that he likely could not escape death today.

At that thought, he went mad.

"Twelve Ancestral Witches, if you want to kill me, don't think you'll get away unscathed either!"

With an enraged roar, Duke of the East poured all the mana in his body into the Dragon-Head Golden Staff.

"Die!"

Staring fixedly at one of the Ancestral Witches, Duke of the East unleashed his final desperate strike.

Seeing Duke of the East's deathbed counterattack, the Twelve Ancestral Witches did not dare to be careless.

They let out a great roar.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches instantly merged into one.

With a flash of light, a supreme giant that reached from heaven to earth stood between the heavens and the earth, its feet planted upon the land and its head supporting the thirty-three heavenly palaces of the Primordial Wilderness. It glared at Duke of the East, who charged forward like a moth flying into a flame.

"Ant!"

The giant let out a thunderous roar. In an instant, wind and thunder raged, clouds and mist churned, and heaven and earth were obscured.

It raised a hand large enough to hold up the heavens and suddenly pressed it down upon Duke of the East.

Rumble, rumble.

The mountains of the Primordial Continent trembled without end. Mountains and rivers changed course, rivers flowed backward, plains became seas, and lakes became vast marshes.

With the power of a single palm from Pangu True Body, the Primordial Continent was remade. It was terrifying beyond measure!

In the distant Primordial Starry Sky, those Primordial Powerhouses observing the battle between the Immortal Court and the Witch Clan all changed expression, their pupils shaking violently at the sight.

However, what they did not expect even more was that Duke of the East, facing an attack comparable to a Saint's strike, had not died!

Under the suppression of that heaven-supporting giant palm, a faint point of light spread into a curtain of radiance, protecting Duke of the East.

"So that's how it is."

Seeing this, the Primordial Powerhouses all fell into thought.

The Dragon-Head Golden Staff contained a strand of Hongjun Daozu's divine will.

Though Pangu True Body was powerful, it was not a true Saint after all. Under the protection of Hongjun Daozu's divine will, Duke of the East looked miserable, but he had at least managed to preserve his miserable life.

"If one palm is not enough, then take another."

Pangu True Body, formed from the Twelve Ancestral Witches, looked at Duke of the East struggling for breath beneath the Dragon-Head Golden Staff. With a sinister grin, it raised its heaven-supporting palm once more and viciously brought it down.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches had gotten worked up now. They did not care about any Dao Ancestor.

Nothing was greater than face.

So what if the Dao Ancestor came?

As long as they were strong enough, they would kill even the Dao Ancestor!

Pangu True Body flipped its palm downward and laughed wildly.

At the same time, Taiyi, seated cross-legged within Sun Palace, suddenly heard a notification sound in his mind.