The Witch Race's Humiliating History

That speed, even if Kunpeng went all out, he wouldn't even be able to catch the exhaust fumes.

They weren't on the same level at all.

Keep in mind, he was at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm right now, and he couldn't even catch the exhaust fumes. Could this be a Saint's artifact?

Fortunately, it was only a one-time use.

"Sigh, I have to say, Hong Yun's luck is truly amazing. Even I am incredibly envious."

Qin Feng's face was full of emotion.

He even felt a bit unbalanced inside.

Because he felt that the System, after its 'blackening,' treated others better than him, its own master.

But the others in the group didn't know.

All the great figures at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm had a black line appear above their heads.

"So this is just the reward you modified yourself, isn't it? What are you envious of?"

But these were thoughts they could only have in their hearts.

Not a single person dared to speak them, for fear of offending the group leader and being inexplicably punished.

What made them feel most frustrated was that with their cultivation, which was almost at the peak in this world, they were actually completely unable to resist.

They couldn't even escape if they wanted to.

Zhen Yuanzi only then realized that Hong Yun had encountered a crisis, but since the crisis had already been resolved, there was no need to worry.

He then put his mind at ease and urged:

"Group leader, hurry up and announce the second question. I can't wait."

As a newcomer who had just joined the group, he naturally wanted to participate in the quiz to obtain treasures.

Didn't he see that his old friend Hong Yun had just resolved a life-or-death crisis by answering a question correctly?

And what was even more humane was that the rewards could even be changed according to the actual situation.

Wouldn't that mean he had a chance to obtain something more suitable for himself?

Qin Feng also felt helpless. He had already been sidelined by the System.

He had no authority to issue questions on behalf of the System.

Moreover, as a novice in the Primordial World, he didn't know much about this world.

Let alone coming up with questions, that was completely impossible.

So, he could only bide his time, praying in his heart that the System would hurry up and issue the questions.

"Ahem, no rush. Let me first consider how to allocate the upcoming questions and rewards."

"Oh, right. Just last night, I calculated with my fingers, and it seems Qiongqi died, and was utterly annihilated."

Qin Feng delivered the news.

The ten great figures in the group were all startled.

Their hearts were filled with disbelief.

"How is that possible? Qiongqi is a ferocious beast. How could he have died so easily?"

Almost no one believed it.

But they still subconsciously sent their subordinates to investigate, and the results that came back shocked everyone.

Qiongqi had indeed died.

His aura had vanished from the Five Immortal Islands!

That's right, it was a death that annihilated both body and soul.

It was impossible even for him to cultivate again.

[Second Question: Where did the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife come from.]

[Correct answer rewards: 3,000,000 Merit, ten Innate Spiritual Treasures, ten million years of cultivation.]

Just at this moment, while everyone was still in shock, the second question appeared.

It made everyone forget about Qiongqi and turn their attention to this second question.

Upon hearing this brand new term, the Wu and Yao tribes were stunned.

Although they had never heard of it, they subconsciously felt that the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife had something to do with them.

There was a sense of inexplicable familiarity.

Zhen Yuanzi said, "Group leader, can you tell us what the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife is?"

"Yes, we don't know what the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife is. How are we supposed to answer this question?"

Nuwa was also slightly displeased.

Judging from the fact that no one answered, no one knew what the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife was at all.

But it sounded like a very powerful item.

"I think the Witch Race and the Demon Race should know."

Qin Feng had no intention of explaining, watching the situation in the group with amusement.

Immediately, eight of the ten great figures turned their gazes to the remaining two members of the Witch Race and the Demon Race.

Di Jun and Houtu remained silent at this critical moment.

Jieyin: "You two, stop playing coy. If you know, then answer. If you don't, at least tell us what the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife is."

Jieyin's personality was similar to Zhunti's; he always seemed to enjoy stirring up trouble.

That's why he and Zhunti were fellow disciples and were both quite annoying.

"This is a disgrace to my Witch Race. Whoever mentions it again, I will be irreconcilable with them."

Houtu suddenly said.

But even though everyone felt the intense coldness in her words, their curiosity could not be concealed.

"Alright, hurry up and tell us. You Witch Race and Demon Race are about to go to war anyway, so why bother with disgrace?"

Tongtian also did not hide his curiosity.

However, Nuwa did not speak further. Her relationship with Houtu was quite good.

She didn't need to ruin their relationship for the sake of her curiosity.

Besides, even if Nuwa didn't ask, would others refrain from asking?

"I'll say it."

Unlike Houtu's anger, Di Jun was full of smiles, and one could sense his joy even from his self-muttering.

"Alright, alright, you guys answer the question first. There will be time for explanations after you're done answering."

Qin Feng said impatiently at this moment. He was waiting to harvest more treasures.

These people were actually playing a question-and-answer game, and there would be answer explanations later.

Qin Feng thought to himself.

Everyone immediately became anxious and looked at Di Jun and Houtu with displeasure.

Since the eight of them had no knowledge of the event, they had almost concluded that they were out of luck for this question.

And Houtu was unwilling to speak.

Therefore, the only one who could answer was Di Jun.

"The answer is..."

"The answer is that Eastern Emperor Taiyi's tenth son, Lu Ya, refined the power of two great witches of my Witch Race and stored it in a gourd, turning it into the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife."

Unexpectedly, Di Jun was about to speak, but Houtu, who had just said she wouldn't, suddenly blurted out the answer.

And she very completely and concisely explained the entire event.

Immediately, all the old monsters in the group fell silent.

"Di Jun and Eastern Emperor, you just wait. When my Witch Race becomes powerful, I will definitely storm your Heavenly Court."

After saying that, Houtu stopped talking and remained silent.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I really didn't expect the events to unfold like this."

Tongtian looked like he was enjoying the gossip, not sad at all about not getting to answer this question.

The one who should be sad was Houtu, who at this moment painfully revealed the tragic history of the Witch Race.

But the one who needed comfort even more was Di Jun. He was about to speak, but someone snatched the answer away.

Wasn't this a classic case of the duck flying away just as it was about to reach his mouth?