Saints Beg Me Not to Show Off

Chapter 27: Invited to the Tribe, a Gathering of Witches Stirred Up Trouble

The closer they traveled to the Flame Tribe's sphere of influence, the more violent and scorching the surrounding Spiritual Energy of Heaven and Earth became. The ground was littered with enormous volcanic rock and flowing rivers of molten lava, the air thick with the power of the Fire Law and the unique, desolate Sha Qi of the Wu Clan.

Utterly different from the serene and ethereal atmosphere of an immortal's cave dwelling, everything here was filled with a sense of raw, rugged, and wild power.

Soon, an immensely vast tribe, nestled among a cluster of giant volcanoes, appeared before Ao Chen's eyes.

Massive stone halls rose like mountain ranges, engraved with flame totems; banners made from the hides of unknown ferocious beasts fluttered atop bone flagpoles tens of thousands of feet tall; on the wide open grounds, countless Witch-Humans with robust physiques and bulging muscles were training, sparring, or polishing bone implements with giant stone tools, brimming with strength and vitality.

Zhu Rong led Ao Chen, swaggering through the outskirts of the tribe, heading straight for the most magnificent structure at the tribe's center—the Ancestral Witch Hall, built entirely from crimson volcanic crystals, its peak ablaze with an eternal, undying divine flame.

Ao Chen's appearance immediately stirred up a commotion throughout the Flame Tribe.

"Look! Who is that?"

"How did he come with Lord Zhu Rong?"

"Such a powerful aura! It feels even more terrifying than the Great Witches in the tribe!"

Countless gazes filled with curiosity, wariness, and even a hint of hostility fell upon Ao Chen.

The concept of the Wu-Yao opposition was deeply ingrained. Although the Dragon Clan's position was delicate, in the eyes of ordinary Witch-Humans, anyone not of their kind was a potential enemy.

Ao Chen paid it no heed, following calmly behind Zhu Rong with a composed expression. Yet his powerful divine sense had already absorbed the entire scene of the tribe, including the aura of the ordinary Witch-Humans and the layout of the structures.

Just as they were about to reach the vast square in front of the Ancestral Witch Hall.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Eleven terrifying, almost tangible pressures descended simultaneously from all directions, even from the depths of the void itself!

Each pressure represented an ultimate primordial law, instantly locking onto Ao Chen in the center of the square!

Space solidified, time stagnated, the sharpness of metal and weapons rent the void, life and death fluctuated in an instant, cataclysmic floods surged, and the pulse of the earth suppressed all things.

Eleven distinct, majestic auras intertwined, forming a terrifying domain that could make even heaven and earth change color!

The Eleven Ancestral Witches had arrived together!

Their figures slowly materialized from the void, encircling Ao Chen and the Zhu Rong who had brought him back.

Dijiang's surrounding space twisted and warped, as if he existed outside this realm; with every blink of Zhu Jiuyin's eyes, the phantom of the River of Time flickered in and out of view; raging waves roared beneath Gong Gong's feet, their thunderous crash deafening; Ru Shou rested his hand on a golden halberd, his sharp aura piercing the heavens; Gou Mang was wreathed in azure light, life force and killing intent coexisting; Hou Tu was solemn and compassionate, one with the earth; the remaining five Ancestral Witches—Qiang Liang, Tian Wu, Xi Zi, She Bi Shi, and Xuan Ming—were also awe-inspiring, laws swirling around them, their momentum shaking heaven and earth!

This was the highest combat power of the Wu Clan, the most supreme beings on the Primordial Land. Gathered here, their intangible pressure was enough to shatter the guts of any Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal!

Seeing all his siblings had arrived, Zhu Rong felt a bit embarrassed and quickly spoke up.

"Ahem, brothers and sisters, this is... uh, Daoist friend Ao Chen! I invited him to the tribe as a guest!"

"A guest?"

Gong Gong, the Water Ancestral Witch, was the first to express doubt. He looked Ao Chen up and down, then glanced at the obviously guilty Zhu Rong, snorting coldly.

"Zhu Rong, you blockhead, did you get beaten up again and bring an outsider back to save face?"

Zhu Rong flew into a rage: "Bullshit! Who got beaten? I saw that this Daoist friend's physical body was extraordinary, so I specifically invited him here to exchange pointers with everyone!"

"Oh? An extraordinary physical body?"

Gong Gong looked at Ao Chen, his eyes full of scrutiny and a clear provocation.

"For you, Zhu Rong, to find him extraordinary, and to have fought you for centuries without a clear victor? I want to see if that's true or false!"

The other Ancestral Witches didn't speak, but the meaning in their eyes was clear—most of them were skeptical of Zhu Rong's description. After all, they knew Zhu Rong's strength well. For a Dragon Clan member to match him in pure physical combat for centuries without losing was indeed unbelievable.

"Boy!"

Gong Gong stepped forward, the violent power of the Gui Water Law surging forth, pressing directly towards Ao Chen.

"Zhu Rong says you're strong, but I don't believe it! Unless you can take three punches from me! If you can, we'll acknowledge that you have the right to associate with our Wu Clan as an equal!"

"If you can't... heh!"

These words, though domineering, carried no real Killing Intent. It was more like a direct challenge and test, born from suspicion of Zhu Rong's claims and the Wu Clan's nature of revering strength, not a vow to make a mortal enemy.

Facing the scrutinizing, curious, suspicious, and battle-hungry gazes of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, along with Gong Gong's direct provocation, Ao Chen stood in the center of the arena, his expression still calm as still water.

He slowly raised his eyelids, meeting Gong Gong's gaze, and instead revealed a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Three punches?" Ao Chen shook his head lightly, his tone flat yet carrying an unshakable confidence. "Too few."

"All of you come at once. Let me see what the Ancestor Witches, claiming to be the Pangu Orthodox Lineage, are truly made of."

As these words fell, not only the provoking Gong Gong froze, but even the other Ancestor Witches, who had been merely watching the show, sharpened their eyes instantly!

This dragon clan member had quite the bold mouth!

However, though Ao Chen's words were infuriating, not everyone present was as simple-minded as Gong Gong and Zhu Rong.

The Wu Clan were straightforward, but that didn't mean they lacked clever individuals.

Take Dijiang, the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, or Zhu Jiuyin, the Wu Clan's strategist, and Hou Tu as well...

Thus, Dijiang quickly stepped forward.

"Daoist friend, you—"

But before he could finish, Ao Chen cut him off directly.

"Less nonsense. Since when did the Wu Clan become so long-winded?"

At these words, Gong Gong could no longer hold back.

His earlier mockery of Ao Chen had been an instinctive habit, born from his constant bickering with Zhu Rong; he bore no real ill will toward Ao Chen.

But now, with Ao Chen's remarks so insulting to the Wu Clan, how could he endure it?

"Bold."

Gong Gong roared, his massive hand sweeping across the sky as countless water laws interwove, slamming down directly at Ao Chen.

"Well struck."

Seeing this, Ao Chen's eyes lit up.

His taunting of the Twelve Ancestral Witches was deliberate, not out of recklessness, but with his own calculations in mind.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches rarely gathered together unless for a world-shaking battle.

He was merely a guest here, and if he missed this opportunity, studying all twelve of them thoroughly later would be extremely troublesome.

Thus, it was better to seize the moment while they were all present and settle things in one go.

And as he expected, Gong Gong took the bait.

"Rise~"

Ao Chen uttered softly, his blood and qi surging as his Mythical Heavenly Immortal physique erupted. Within his flesh, a galaxy reversed, and a terrifying aura interwove, as if it would crush the void itself.

Then, he formed a fist seal with his hands and struck out directly.

Chapter 28: Sweeping Through the Twelve Ancestral Witches, The Possibility of the Three-Life Body Method

Just as Gong Gong's terrifying hand seal, seemingly capable of annihilating an entire great world, was about to descend, Ao Chen's seemingly ordinary fist—devoid of even a trace of mana fluctuation—struck first, landing lightly at the very center of the hand seal!

No earth-shattering clash of laws, no deafening explosion of energy!

Under the stunned gazes of all the Ancestor Witches, Gong Gong's Gui Water Great Hand Seal, powerful enough to shatter stars, silently and completely dissolved and collapsed upon contact with Ao Chen's fist, like snow under the sun!

It was as if the water laws composing it had their very concept erased by a higher-level force at that moment.

"Pfft—!"

The backlash from the broken laws, combined with an overwhelming physical force akin to an entire Starry River World crashing into him, instantly pierced through all defenses and slammed solidly into Gong Gong's chest!

Before Gong Gong could even let out a full scream, his massive Ancestor Witch True Body, struck as if by a plummeting primordial star, had its sternum shattered inch by inch, caving inward violently!

He spewed forth witch blood rich with his origin, flying backward like a broken kite, smashing through space and crashing heavily into the Buzhou Mountain range tens of thousands of miles away, triggering violent landslides and earth fissures.

His aura instantly withered, clearly suffering unprecedented severe injuries!