Kuafu said gruffly, "Dayi, you could tell even that?"
Dayi nodded. "That's right. My innate perception is strong, so I sensed it more clearly than you did."
Kuafu could hardly believe it. "Still, even if the great Houtu can just barely hold her own against the exalted Zhurong, I'm convinced she'll be defeated in only a few moves."
"Let's wait and see," Dayi said calmly.
"Houtu, don't get cocky!" Zhurong roared furiously.
He'd actually underestimated Houtu and lost the upper hand in their very first exchange. What would the other Ancestor Witches think of him?
I am the Witch Clan's greatest war god!
I have to fight fair and square!
And I have to win decisively!
Zhurong's eyes began to turn scarlet, as if flames were about to shoot from them.
His entire body grew searingly hot, and his violent aura swept across the entire Witch Clan.
In an instant, all the Witch Clan members were swept up in Zhurong's boundless fighting spirit.
They roared in unison, "Fight! Fight! Fight! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
In secret, several spies from the Heavenly Court were so terrified by this horrifying, overwhelming battle intent that they nearly lost their minds. They immediately scrambled back to the Heavenly Court to report.
Houtu's pretty face was icy as she said coldly, "Don't think a powerful aura means everything!"
"Get down on your knees!"
Houtu's giant palm suddenly pressed down with renewed force.
This time, it struck straight down onto Zhurong's head.
Zhurong's savage aura shot into the sky. His body swelled, accompanied by a thunderous crackling, and he grew grotesque as he began to slowly increase in height.
"Still trying to grow?"
"Shrink back down!"
Zhurong had only grown one zhang taller when Houtu brought her palm down.
He shrank by one zhang again.
Unwilling to