Gonggong still wasn't finished. He added, "Third Brother, you cultivate the Path of Fire, while I, your Fifth Brother, cultivate the Path of Water. Water can extinguish fire—this is a natural counter. Now that only the two of us remain among the Ancestral Witches, the one who counters the other should be our leader!"
Back when Dijiang ruled, there had been many powerful Ancestral Witches, and Gonggong had been content to play the role of a younger brother.
Now only the two of them remained in the Witch Clan, and his desire to win had grown stronger. He was determined to lead the Witch Clan and become its chief.
In this life, he had commanded the Ancestral Witches, but with so many brothers and sisters, he had never been the supreme commander. Gonggong wanted to experience what it was like to sit in the highest seat and command the entire Witch Clan!
If Gonggong had such ambitions, how could Zhurong, the third brother, not feel the same?
Hearing Gonggong claim that he should take precedence, Zhurong flew into a rage. "Fifth Brother, my Path of Fire is no ordinary path of fire! And how could ordinary water extinguish it?"
Seven-colored flames coiled around Zhurong's body, each flame infused with laws and utterly extraordinary!
Water Dao energy swirled around Gonggong as well. He snorted. "So you're saying my Water Dao is just ordinary water?"
"I'm not saying that, but if you fought me, you wouldn't stand a chance!"
Zhurong was the third among the Ancestral Witches. Now that only the two of them remained, he was the eldest by rank. With those words, he was using his status as the "big brother" to pressure Gonggong.
But Gonggong wasn't willing to yield. "Heh. Third Brother, we'll only know who's stronger after we