The Dao Ancestor's Terrifying Power: One Finger Subdues the Six Saints, the Witch Clan's Fury!

"Dao Ancestor, spare us your false compassion!"

Yuan Hong's voice exploded through Chaos.

He swung his black staff, hammering the Zixiao Palace again and again until its veil of purple light shook violently. "You merged with the Heavenly Dao, yet secretly drove the Tribulation of Calamity and sent countless lives to their deaths. You suppressed the Human Race, plotted against the Demon Race, and drove Empress Pingxin to her death! Now you want to force us into a dead end too. Do you think we don't know what you are?"

"After the Tribulation of Calamity, you let the Heavenly Court and the Buddhist Sect carve up the Three Realms' Fortune Aura while you hid behind them, devouring the world's very essence one mouthful at a time!" The Six-Eared Macaque's voice was sharp with fury. His ears twitched, and two beams flashed from his eyes. "Master Qingyuan has been mending the Primordial Wilderness all along, while you've been undermining it in secret. Who's really committed every evil under the sun?"

"You know better than anyone how Empress Pingxin died!" The Golden-Winged Great Peng spread his wings in rage, dazzling light bursting from his golden feathers. "You drove her to death, stole her Earthly Dao, and seized her treasures. And now you dare lecture us about our duty to the Primordial Wilderness? Who do you think you are?"

"You keep claiming it's all for the Primordial Wilderness, but what have you ever done? You only want to turn everyone into your pawns, to fight for you and die for you!"

Five-colored radiance surged around Kong Xuan. Five divine beams—blue, yellow, red, black, and white—struck the Zixiao Palace at once.

"Old bastard, I'll fight you to the death today!" Northern Darkness roared, spewing endless Yin Qi from his vast maw. Even the purple