Primordial Era: The Dao Wasn't Finished Yet, and the Ancestor Witches Had Already Become Saints

At this moment, Chiyou spoke in a muffled, rumbling voice, "I am the Great Witch Chiyou, and I wish to seek guidance from Ancestor Witch Hao. Please do not hold back your instruction!"

As soon as these words fell, Dijiang's expression became extremely ugly. He feared whatever he dreaded the most!

He did not know that Li Hao had already reached the Fifth Revolution at this time.

Judging purely by aura, he assumed his younger brother possessed some strength, but nothing more than an ordinary great witch.

Compared to Chiyou, the number one great witch second only to Jiu Feng, there was still a gap.

Turning his head anxiously, he discovered that Li Hao had actually frozen in place.

This only confirmed his inner thoughts; his younger brother's martial prowess truly was lacking.

Dijiang felt anxious inside, continuously pondering how to respond.

After all, if an ancestor witch lost, it would look terrible, but if he avoided the battle, it would look even worse!

Li Hao had indeed frozen, but the reason for his daze was neither worry nor fear.

The cause of his distraction was primarily the name Chiyou!

Was this really the fierce warrior who went toe-to-toe with the Yellow Emperor?

Was this the Chiyou known as the Lord of Soldiers, otherwise the God of War?

His appearance certainly looked similar, but where were his iconic items?

Where was that black and white furball? Without that thing, what was the point of talking about Chiyou?

A standard Chiyou came with Gun Gun; it was Gun Gun that made Chiyou legendary.

Without Gun Gun, how many people would even know who Chiyou was?

Li Hao pondered for a moment, shaking his head as he looked around, searching everywhere for the trace of the Iron-Eating Beast.

This action took on a completely different meaning in Chiyou's eyes.

He believed that Li Hao was terrified, that he had been scared out of his wits from the very beginning, and was now frantically searching for an escape route.

Thinking of this, Chiyou's heart was filled with disdain and mockery.

Just like this? And he was an ancestor witch?

He merely occupied a good reputation.

Why should someone as valorous as himself be relegated to the position of a great witch?

While this timid, cowardly fellow held the position of an ancestor witch.

It was unfair, simply too unfair!

Dissatisfied in his heart, Chiyou provoked verbally, "Ancestor witches have never refused challenges from great witches, right? Otherwise, how are the sons of our Witch Tribe supposed to view the ancestor witches?"

One had to admit that once a person became angry, their mouth inevitably ran wild without restraint.

Chiyou was just like that right now. The moment these words came out, leaving Li Hao aside for a moment, the other ancestor witches all furrowed their brows.

Each of their expressions was strange; these words carried quite a bit of disrespect toward the ancestor witches.

Among the ancestor witches, the most furious of all was Houtu. Had Xuanming not been holding her back,

Houtu probably would have already charged out by now!

Well, aren't you something, Chiyou!

You little brat, how dare you bully my younger brother?

Do you believe I'll beat you to death?

Xuanming desperately held onto Houtu while simultaneously shooting her a meaningful glance.

Houtu followed Xuanming's gaze and saw that upon hearing those words, Li Hao had also frozen for a moment.

Then, he cracked a gentle smile at the corners of his mouth.

"How about we forget it?" Li Hao smiled and replied.

Upon hearing this, Chiyou immediately split his big mouth in a grin, sarcastic remarks ready to tumble out before he could even utter them.

He then heard Li Hao continue, "I'm afraid that if I punch you once, I'll have to kneel on the ground and beg you not to die!"

Chiyou froze, then flew into a towering rage. All thoughts of status, hierarchy, and etiquette were completely thrown to the winds as he swung his giant axe and charged straight at Li Hao.

Chiyou was naturally endowed with divine strength, further amplified by his fury. His massive axe transformed into a streak of light, chopping straight down.

This axe strike could not be described as anything less than powerful, and the fierce gale whipped up by the swinging blade even made many great witches feel a stinging sensation on their skin.

Li Hao stood right where he was, appearing to everyone else as if he had been scared out of his wits.

Only Chiyou could see that the opponent was actually not afraid, nor was he scared silly; he was even looking at him with a grinning smile.

The giant axe drew closer, and Chiyou discovered that Li Hao's expression remained completely normal as he slowly raised a single hand.

His palm was wide open, the webbing between his thumb and index finger aimed directly at the blade of the massive axe he was bringing down.

Then came a loud explosion!

The imagined sound of a sharp blade tearing through flesh did not occur; instead, a teeth-gritting sound of metal clashing rang out.

Li Hao pinched the axe blade, peeked out from the side of the giant axe to look at Chiyou, and asked, "How many percentages of your strength did you use?"

In fact, the moment this axe fell, the only word he could feel was a single one.

That was weak!

No joke at all!

It was truly weak! Much too weak by current standards!

Hence, the question he had just asked!

Chiyou's face was plastered with an expression of utter shock!

This axe blow was truly not weak. Even if it could not be considered his absolute strongest strike, it was not far off.

This blow might seem plain and ordinary, but sometimes the more ordinary something appeared, the more formidable its power.

The state of returning to simplicity was precisely this kind of principle!

Chiyou had only ever unleashed this axe strike three times in his entire life.

The first two times were used when he was a Golden Immortal fighting a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, and when he was a Grand Unity Golden Immortal facing a Grand Unity Golden Immortal of the Demon Race.

Fighting above one's rank, a kill with a single blow.

Chiyou indeed possessed another technique, but that move required too much time to charge up, and its lethality was not much greater than this one.

Since this move was useless, even if he brought out the other technique, its effect would be equally negligible.

Chiyou looked dejectedly at Li Hao, subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and muttered in a muffled voice, "Ten... ten percent!"

Upon hearing this, Li Hao felt a jolt of shock in his heart!

Ten percent?

No way?

Was this fucking Chiyou?

That Chiyou who could fight continuously without sleeping, resting, eating, or drinking!

Just this? Just this?

As expected, this Chiyou still had room to grow; he was not yet in his complete form.

A Chiyou without Gun Gun was not a true Chiyou. At present, he could at best be considered SR-tier, far from reaching SSR strength.

Easily releasing his grip on the giant axe, Li Hao sighed, looked at Chiyou, and said, "You, let me point you down a bright path. The moment you encounter a certain black and white furball, you will become stronger, definitely!"

"Really?" Chiyou was slightly stunned. He had originally expected to face severe punishment, especially since he had been consumed by rage at the time and inevitably spoken without restraint.

Now that he had calmed down, he also understood just how improper his words had just been.

Truthfully, he had already prepared himself to suffer harsh disciplinary measures.

To his unexpected surprise, Ancestor Witch Hao not only failed to punish him, but instead offered him guidance.

This left Chiyou deeply moved, and he firmly made up his mind in his heart.

Ancestor Witch Hao, I, Chiyou, acknowledge you!

Chiyou thought to himself, and not only did he think it, but he also kept shooting meaningful glances at the other great witches.

Of course, calling it a threat or a warning worked just as well.

In short, it was making it clear that if anyone dared to target Ancestor Witch Hao again, he, Chiyou, would fucking beat them to death!

Seeing this, what else could the other great witches possibly say?

They could only respectfully bow and loudly hail Ancestor Witch Hao!

Now that even the strongest among them had been beaten into submission, what else could be done?

Although they hadn't quite understood how Chiyou had lost, judging purely by Ancestor Witch Hao's defensive capabilities,

it could be concluded that his physical strength had grown to an outrageous degree.

After all, while physical strength determined defense, it also determined attack power.

Moreover, compared to his defense, his offensive power would only be greater, never weaker.

From this, it was evident that if the fight had truly continued,

it might very well have fulfilled that exact phrase Ancestor Witch Hao had uttered earlier.

I'm afraid that if I punch you once, I'll have to immediately kneel down and beg you not to die.

Chapter 9: Whoever forbids us from learning, we will fight to the death with them

The ancestor witches looked at Li Hao and all nodded inwardly, Dijiang included.

Thirteenth is not bad!

It seems I worried for nothing! I really thought Thirteenth lacked strength!