The Ancestral Witch Strength Contest Failed?! Reincarnation Theory, Houtu's Insight, Randeng's Shock

"Fellow Daoist Fang?"

Houtu nodded. "It is a fine name, though I do not know whether you are truly qualified to address me as your peer."

As soon as she spoke,

Houtian suddenly erupted.

He thrust out a palm toward Qingyuan.

What appeared to be a light and even sluggish palm strike was actually so fast that it blurred beyond the naked eye's ability to see.

The void rippled.

A terrifying pressure radiated from that palm.

Even Daoist Randeng felt his heart tremble.

But who would have expected it?

The next moment, that palm was effortlessly blocked by the middle-aged man before them with a casual push of his own palm.

He was clearly seated at his place.

One hand held a teacup as he drank the fragrant tea, while his other hand pushed forward.

He clearly did not seem to be exerting much force. It even looked like a careless gesture, yet it had blocked Houtian's heaven-shattering palm strike!!!

"How is that possible?!"

Houtian noticed that not a single drop of tea had spilled from the cup the middle-aged man held.

She was deeply shocked.

Among the Twelve Ancestor Witches, her physical body ranked among the strongest. With her feet on the earth, she received the blessing of an endless source of power.

She had not used her full strength in that strike just now.

Yet it had still contained sixty or seventy percent of her power.

If an ordinary One-Corpse-Severed Quasi-Saint were caught off guard, their physical body would have been shattered by her palm.

Yet this man was calm and composed, as though he were merely playing around with her?

But she had clearly gotten serious!!

"Are you trying to get a cup of tea, Fellow Daoist? Tea is not easy to drink while standing. Why not