Taking the Witch Clan by Dimensionality! I'm Not Here to Fight-I'm Here to Be Your Godfather

Taiyuan had barely finished speaking when Houtu, before she could respond, felt the air around them suddenly grow still.

Killing intent.

Killing intent so intense it almost became tangible surged toward them from every direction.

"Which lowlife dares trespass on the Witch Clan Ancestral Land?"

A thunderous shout rang out like a bolt of lightning. The ground beneath their feet cracked open, and boiling magma spewed from the fissures.

Zhurong.

The Ancestor Witch of Fire burned with crimson flames from head to toe. Anger surged through the massive head of fire, and the Zhurong Sword in his hand pointed straight at Taiyuan's throat, its tip barely three inches from his skin.

"A Daoist from the Western Lands?"

Zhurong narrowed his eyes and looked Taiyuan up and down, his voice full of disdain and hostility. "You cultivators are all bad news. Were you the one who invited us to dinner last time? You fed us a few meals and now you think you can come to the Witch Clan and tell us what to do?"

Behind him, Dijiang, Gou Mang, Ru Shou, and several other Ancestor Witches appeared as well, surrounding the three of them.

Every Ancestor Witch radiated the terrifying aura of a Peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal. Their twelve streams of baleful energy intertwined, turning heaven and earth pale.

Zhunti reflexively tightened his grip on the Sky-Turning Shovel, sweat beading on his forehead.

He wasn't afraid of one Ancestor Witch. He could even handle two. But if more than ten came at them all at once... He had a feeling he might die here today.

Jieyin's expression was grave as he spun his Prayer Beads at a furious pace.

Taiyuan alone remained unfazed.

He didn't even glance at the sword pressed against his throat. Instead, he lowered his head