The Witch Clan was born proud, especially Ancestral Witches like Chi You. Inheriting Pangu's legacy, they regarded the myriad spirits of the Primordial Wilderness as little more than grass.
In Chi You's eyes, no one besides the Dao Ancestor and the Six Saints was worth fearing.
Randeng might be powerful, but he was nothing more than an "ancient, decrepit immortal." Why should Chi You bow to him?
At Chi You's words, Old Ancestor Randeng's brow furrowed slightly. In a low voice, he said:
"It seems, Fellow Daoist Chi You, you won't heed my advice!"
At that, killing intent surged in Chi You's eyes. He said no more.
"Roar!"
The next moment, he let out a mighty howl.
The sound waves swept across the valley, making the mountains tremble!
Immediately afterward, the space behind Chi You split open.
A white-gold, baleful shadow abruptly lunged out of the fissure.
It was a winged tiger as huge as a mountain!
Its body was covered in metallic scales, with a pair of white bone wings sprouting from its back. The four claws were wreathed in the sharpness of the Law of Shattering.
On its brow, a blood-red "king" marking throbbed as if alive.
Every inch of it radiated the most primal, violent aura of slaughter!
At the sight of it, the many great powers of the Primordial Wilderness watching nearby were all shocked.
"Is that... an ancient ferocious beast?"
"A Gold-Devouring Sabre-toothed Tiger?"
"My heavens! It's that beast!"
"They say this ferocious beast lives by devouring metal and slaughtering. Its vicious nature is a perfect match for Chi You's bloodlust!"
"It doesn't seem to be a real beast, but... a Weapon Soul?"
"..."
As the great powers watched in astonishment,
the tiger that had burst out of the fissure suddenly transformed into a streak