Slaying Witches Begins with Slaying Oneself

Zhurong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Luo Qing draw a top-grade Innate Spirit Sword.

But we absolutely cannot be careless.

His body surged with vital energy, and in the blink of an eye, he revealed his Primal Ancestor Witch True Body.

The body of the Fire God Ancestral Witch Body, towering ten thousand feet tall, was wreathed in bright flames, yet its face appeared exceptionally ferocious.

With this Ancestral Witch Body, Zhurong has nothing to fear.

Roar!

With a roar to the sky, flames erupted around him, sweeping across a hundred miles of void.

The powerful Crimson Emperor True Fire blazed fiercely, scorching the empty void.

For a moment, the entire void seemed to distort.

Surrounded by raging flames, the Ancestral Witch Body Zhurong resembled a demon god.

An ancient, weathered, and powerful aura wafted over me.

"Bring it on!"

Zhurong shouted provocatively at Luo Qing.

Seeing Zhurong's fearless expression, Luo Qing chuckled.

"Hey!"

Luo Qing had the Mysterious Dragon Demon-Slaying Sword completely in his hand.

However, Luo Qing did not immediately attack Zhurong, as he still lacked a trump card to deal with the Ancestral Witch Body!

Under the watchful eyes of the Ancestral Witch, the Mysterious Dragon Demon-Slaying Sword did not strike Zhurong first.

Instead, he slashed Luo Qing's own left wrist with his sword.

Golden, Innate Sacred Beings blood of the Great Luo flowed continuously from the wound like a flood bursting its banks.

Golden blood flowed across the Mysterious Dragon Demon-Slaying Sword, its blade resembling a bloodthirsty demon sword, greedily devouring Luo Qing's holy blood.

This scene undoubtedly made the Ancestral Witch in the distance frown.

To kill others, one must first kill oneself? Could it be that the sword in Luo Qing's hand is a bloodthirsty demonic sword?

They didn't believe that Spiritual Sword stained with Luo Qing's blood could break Zhurong's Ancestral Witch Body.

Only Houtu the Ancestral Witch, felt her unease grow stronger. The Xuanlong Demon -Mysterious Dragon Demon-Slaying Sword, which was constantly devouring Luo Qing's blood, made Houtu particularly wary and disgusted.

Looking at the indifferent Ancestral Witch in the distance, Luo Qing couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

In the legendary Witch-Demon War and the Demon King, how did the Demon Court shatter the myth of the indestructible Ancestral Witch Body?

Isn't it just the "Witch-Slaying Sword" forged using Human Race blood?

What is Luo Qing's identity?

He himself had not forgotten that he was a member of the Five Elements Tribe, and now a member of the Five Colors Human Race.

The Postnatal Human Race created by Nuwa in later generations undoubtedly have an inseparable connection with the innate Five Colors Human Race.

Luo Qing himself didn't believe that the two weren't of the same bloodline.

His Foundation may change again and again, but the bloodline of the Five Colors Human Race will never change.

The blood of later Human Race can be used to forge the Witch-Slaying Sword, and Luo Qing, the Human Race Progenitor, is naturally no exception.

Legend has it that the Witch-Slaying Sword could slay the Ancestral Witch as easily as cutting tofu.

Luo Qing used his own blood to refine the Mysterious Dragon Demon-Slaying Sword, so it naturally couldn't compare to the Witch-Slaying Sword, which was refined with the blood of hundreds of millions of Human Race.

However, Luo Qing didn't need the real Witch-Slaying Sword; he only wanted the Mysterious Dragon Demon-Slaying Sword to use the blood of Human Race to break the Witch Body.

By this time, Zhurong was already somewhat uneasy, was becoming impatient.

"Luo Qing, how much longer are you going to wait? This god has no patience to wait with you any longer!"

Luo Qing glanced at the Mysterious Dragon Demon-Slaying Sword and saw that its dark blade was now radiating a bewitching scarlet Spiritual Light.

That's about enough.

He looked up at Zhurong and laughed, "Since you're so eager to die, why shouldn't I grant your wish?"

Zhurong, increasingly agitated, roared, "You chatterbox!"

At that moment, as soon as Luo Qing finished speaking, the Mysterious Dragon Demon-Slaying Sword stopped devouring Luo Qing's blood.

Holding the Mysterious Dragon Demon-Slaying Sword, Luo Qing's eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent as he stared at Zhurong.

The Mysterious Dragon Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand seemed to be gently slashing towards Zhurong.

Boundless Grand Unity Dao Power surged forth from the Mysterious Dragon Demon-Slaying Sword.

The sword light of the Mysterious Dragon Demon-Slaying Sword multiplied, from one to two, from two to three, and from three to countless.

Like a river of sword light, gleaming with an ominous, bewitching crimson and jet-black Ominous Light, it charged towards Zhurong.

When it moves, it is as swift as thunder.

The Mysterious Dragon Demon-Slaying Sword, which had been concealing its aura, showed no killing intent.

The moment it was unleashed, the aura emanating from the river of sword light truly terrified the Ancestral Witch.

It was as if the universe itself told them that this ominous sword light could break through the defenses of their Ancestral Witch Body.

A sense of impending doom immediately descended upon the hearts of Di Jiang, Houtu, and the others.

Di Jiang and Houtu's expressions immediately changed drastically.

Houtu cried out in alarm, "Oh no! Zhurong, get out of the way!"

Di Jiang's expression changed drastically. "Damn it, we've been tricked!"

As they changed color and shouted, Di Jiang and Houtu simultaneously rushed towards Zhurong.

The other nine Ancestral Witch reacted a beat slower, and rushed forward in a panic, trying to protect Zhurong.

The Twelve Ancestor Witches had just left Buzhou Mountain; it was impossible for them to watch Zhurong die in front of them so quickly.

As for the agreement with Luo Qing, it has been temporarily forgotten and put aside by the Ancestral Witch.

In fact, as soon as the crimson sword light appeared, Zhurong immediately looked frightened and realized that something was very wrong.

But to make Zhurong break the agreement and turn around and run away...

To have the bloodline of the Ancestor God Pangu insulted was more painful for him than to be killed.

Thinking of this, Zhurong's fighting spirit surged, and he felt no fear in the face of death.

"I do not believe you can kill me... In this Primordial World, who can kill me... I am Zhurong, the Fire God Zhu Rong!"

He ignored the exclamations of Di Jiang, Houtu, and the others behind him.

Zhurong, with his towering body, roared at Luo Qing in the void.

Immediately, with a Blazing Sun Bowl of High-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure atop it, he strode forward to meet the river of sword light.

He wanted to break through this river of swords head-on to prove that the Ancestral Witch Body was invincible.

The sword light moved at an astonishing speed, colliding with Zhurong, who stood ten thousand feet tall, in the blink of an eye.

The endless river of sword light, like a flood, immediately engulfed Zhurong in its crimson and dark torrent.

The superior-grade innate Defensive Spirit Treasure that Zhurong had placed high hopes on was instantly shattered by the endless sword light.

The Ancestral Witch Body and the sword light stained with Luo Qing's blood officially collided.

However, something Zhurong happened: the Ancestral Witch Body could withstand the strikes of Innate Spiritual Treasure.

However, it was ineffective against the crimson sword light.

The defenses of the Ancestral Witch Body crumbled at the slightest touch.

Hundreds of sword lights pierced through Zhurong's Ancestral Witch body in an instant.

This seemed to be just the beginning; endless sword light, like sharks smelling blood, slashed towards Zhurong.

Each sword beam pierced a bloody hole in Zhurong's body, or sliced off a piece of flesh.

This ordeal, akin to being slowly sliced to death, filled Zhurong with grief and indignation, a flicker of despair crossing his eyes.

Faced with the choice between the glory of the Ancestor God Pangu's bloodline and her own life, Zhurong chose to uphold the glory of her bloodline.

We will fight to the death!

He mustered all his strength and blood to withstand the excruciating pain of the sword's blade.

"Ah!"

Zhurong, engulfed by the sword light, let out a miserable scream.

The scream filled Di Jiang and the others with anxiety, and their fears had indeed come true.

The Ancestral Witch Body could not stop it.