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

Just then, Chiyou's booming voice rang out: "I am the Great Witch Chiyou, and I wish to test myself against Ancestor Witch Li Hao. I humbly request your guidance!"

As these words fell, Dijiang's expression turned extremely sour—dread the very thing that came to pass!

He was still unaware that Li Hao had already reached the Fifth Revolution.

Judging purely by aura, he assumed his younger brother had some strength, but only on par with an ordinary Great Witch.

Compared to Chiyou, the foremost Great Witch aside from Jiu Feng, there was still a gap.

Anxiously turning back, he found Li Hao frozen in place.

This only confirmed his suspicion: his younger brother was indeed lacking in martial prowess.

Dijiang's heart churned with worry as he racked his brain for a response.

After all, an Ancestor Witch losing would be ugly, but avoiding battle would be even uglier!

Li Hao was indeed stunned, but not from fear or worry.

The reason for his shock was the name Chiyou!

Was this really the same fierce man who clashed with the Yellow Emperor?

The one called Lord of Soldiers, the God of War himself, Chiyou?

The look certainly fit, but where were the iconic features?

Where was the black-and-white ball of fluff? Without that, what was the point of calling him Chiyou?

Chiyou's trademark was Gun Gun; Gun Gun made Chiyou who he was.

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

Li Hao thought it over, shook his head, and looked around, searching everywhere for traces of the Iron-Eating Beast.

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

He believed Li Hao was afraid—first stunned stupid, now scanning for an escape route.

With that thought, Chiyou's heart filled with contempt and mockery.

This? An Ancestor Witch?

Just riding on a good title.

Why should he, so brave and mighty, be stuck in the position of Great Witch?

While this cowardly, timid wretch sat in the seat of an Ancestor Witch?

Unfair, so unfair!

Chiyou's dissatisfaction boiled over, and he taunted aloud: "An Ancestor Witch never refuses a Great Witch's challenge, right? Otherwise, how would our Witch Tribe warriors view their Ancestor?"

It must be said, when a man is angry, his mouth tends to run wild.

Such was Chiyou at this moment. The moment these words left his mouth, leaving aside Li Hao, the other Ancestor Witches all furrowed their brows.

Their expressions shifted—this was somewhat insulting to the Ancestor Witches.

The most furious among them was Houtu. If not for Xuanming holding her back, Houtu would have already charged out by now!

Damn you, Chiyou!

You little brat dare bully my little brother?

Believe I'll finish you off?

Xuanming pulled desperately at Houtu while shooting her a meaningful glance.

Houtu followed Xuanming's gaze and saw that Li Hao, upon hearing these words, was also stunned for a moment.

Then he cracked a light smile.

"Better not?" Li Hao smiled and replied.

Hearing this, Chiyou grinned wide, ready to let loose a stream of sarcasm, but before he could speak, Li Hao continued: "I'm afraid one punch and I'll have to kneel down and beg you not to die!"

Chiyou froze, then flew into a rage. All notions of rank and courtesy were thrown to the wind as he swung his great axe and charged at Li Hao.

Chiyou was born with divine strength, and with his fury fueling him, the giant axe turned into a streak of light, cleaving straight down.

This axe strike was undeniably powerful; the gale it stirred up even made many Great Witches feel their skin sting.

Li Hao stood rooted to the spot, appearing to onlookers as if scared stiff.

Only Chiyou could see that the man wasn't afraid at all, nor stunned—he was even grinning at him.

As the giant axe drew near, Chiyou noticed that Li Hao's expression remained calm as he slowly raised one hand.

His palm opened, the web of his thumb aimed directly at the descending axe blade.

Then came a thunderous crash!

The expected sound of a blade tearing through flesh never came; instead, a grating, teeth-clenching noise of metal striking metal rang out.

Li Hao pinched the axe blade, poked his head out from the side of the giant axe to look at Chiyou, and asked, "How much strength did you use?"

In truth, when that axe fell, the only thing he could feel was one word.

Weak.

No joke!

It really was weak! Far too weak at this stage!

Hence the question just now.

Chiyou's face was plastered with shock!

This axe was by no means weak; even if it wasn't his strongest strike, it wasn't far off.

The blow seemed plain and unremarkable, but sometimes the more ordinary something appeared, the more devastating it truly was.

Returning to simplicity was exactly that principle!

Chiyou had only heard of this axe being used three times.

The first two were against a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal when he was a Golden Immortal, and against a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Demon Race when he was a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal.

Crossing realms to fight, killing in one blow.

Chiyou did have another move, but it took too long to charge and wasn't much stronger in lethality than this one.

Since this move was useless, the other would accomplish little as well.

Chiyou looked at Li Hao dejectedly, swallowed instinctively, and rumbled, "Ten... ten percent!"

Hearing this, Li Hao's heart jolted!

Ten percent?

No way?

This was Chiyou?

The Chiyou who fought without sleep, rest, food, or drink?

That's it? That's it?

Sure enough, this Chiyou still had room to grow; he wasn't the complete form.

A Chiyou without Gun Gun wasn't the real Chiyou. Right now, he was at most an SR tier, far from SSR strength.

Gently releasing the giant axe, Li Hao sighed and looked at Chiyou. "You, let me point you to a clear path. When you run into a certain black-and-white ball of fluff, you'll become much stronger. Definitely."

"Really?" Chiyou was momentarily stunned. He'd expected punishment next, given how he'd been reckless with his words in his rage.

Now that he'd calmed down, he realized how inappropriate his earlier words had been.

Honestly, he'd prepared himself for severe punishment.

But instead, Ancestor Witch Hao not only didn't punish him but even gave him guidance.

This moved Chiyou deeply, and he made up his mind.

Ancestor Witch Hao, I, Chiyou, acknowledge you!

Chiyou thought to himself, and not only thought it but kept shooting meaningful glances at the other Great Witches.

Call it a threat or a warning, either way.

In short, he was making it clear: anyone who dared to target Ancestor Witch Hao again, he, Chiyou, would fucking destroy them!

Seeing this, what more could the other Great Witches say?

They could only bow respectfully and shout, "Ancestor Witch Hao!"

Now that even the strongest had been beaten into submission, what else could they do?

Though they hadn't understood how Chiyou lost, judging by Ancestor Witch Hao's defense alone, it was clear his physical strength had reached an appalling level.

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

And attack power, compared to defense, would only be stronger, never weaker.

From this, if the fight really continued, it might very well prove true what Ancestor Witch Hao had said earlier.

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

Chapter 9: Whoever Tries to Stop Us from Learning, We'll Be the Ones to Get Angry

The Ancestor Witches looked at Li Hao, all nodding inwardly, even Dijiang.

Thirteenth was impressive!

It seemed he had been overthinking things, assuming Thirteenth wasn't strong.