Qin Mu's sudden appearance stunned Kunpeng and the Twelve Ancestral Witches present.
"What?"
"Daoist Qin Mu?"
"What brings him here all of a sudden?"
"..."
The Ancestral Witches looked astonished.
They truly hadn't expected Qin Mu to visit the Witch Clan at a time like this.
"Hm?"
When Kunpeng saw Qin Mu, his heart lurched, and a sense of apprehension rose within him.
He knew that Qin Mu's strength was unfathomable.
Long ago, even an incarnation of Saint Zhunti had been utterly slain by him, and he also possessed an Innate Supreme Treasure.
Moreover, Qin Mu had Saint Tongtian backing him and was the Senior Brother of the Sect of Interception.
He'd even dared to steal Dijun's bride, and now he was in charge of the Underworld.
After a brief pause, Kunpeng quickly recovered from his daze and asked with a knowing smile:
"Daoist Qin Mu."
"What brings you here?"
At this, Qin Mu's gaze turned cold. He glanced at Kunpeng impassively and snorted:
"Hmph!"
"What are you, anyway?"
"You think you're worthy of calling me Daoist?"
His words ignited Kunpeng's fury. His expression darkened, turning utterly grim.
After all, he was a Sub-Saint, and now he was also a Buddha of the Western Teachings.
"Qin Mu."
"Don't push your luck—"
Before Kunpeng could finish, Qin Mu's eyes narrowed. A vast, boundless aura erupted from within him, crashing down upon Kunpeng.
"Thud!"
Under its pressure, Kunpeng couldn't resist at all. His legs gave way, and he was forced to his knees on the spot.
At that moment, he felt as though a towering mountain rested on his back.
The terrifying pressure came crashing down with ferocious force.
Even as Kunpeng struggled with all his might to stand, it was useless.
To Kunpeng, he seemed utterly insignificant before Qin Mu, as