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

But all these Magic Treasures share one common trait.

They require a massive amount of magical power to sustain.

And you—a member of the Witch Tribe without even a Primordial Spirit, unable to walk the path of cultivation—

how much magical power do you have to burn?

You want to tank lightning with your flesh? Fine, I'll give it to you.

If once isn't enough, then twice. Let's see just how many strikes you can take.

Yuanshi bellowed, once again summoning the Jade Pure Divine Thunder.

Li Hao glanced at Yuanshi, curled his lip, and said to Houtu beside him, "Eldest Sister, look at that guy—he just keeps using the same move over and over. What a waste!"

Houtu covered her mouth with a light laugh and nodded.

She was always like this—never refuting anything her little brother said.

Whatever her little brother said was right, and she wouldn't support any argument against it.

Hearing this, Yuanshi felt a knot of stifled rage form in his chest, as if a surge of rebellious blood was rushing upward.

He steadied himself, calmed his mind, and activated his divine ability.

In an instant, countless bolts of lightning swirled around Yuanshi's body.

"Strike!"

Yuanshi pointed forward, and the divine thunder shot out like a runaway horse, carrying immense power and deadly intent.

It blasted toward Li Hao and Houtu.

Li Hao squinted as he watched the incoming divine thunder.

It wasn't intentional—he had no choice but to squint.

The special effects were too strong, way too blinding.

Still, credit where it's due—he'd called Yuanshi's moves few and repetitive.

But that one trick really could conquer all.

In three uses, it had already taken three different forms.

First a single bolt of thunder, then a rolling thundercloud, and now a net of lightning spreading in all directions, ambushing from every side.

Hmm... if he could master this thunder art himself, he'd probably have fun with it for a long time.

Li Hao propped his chin on his hand, thinking about how to get... snatch... acquire this thunder art.

Then he glanced at Laozi and Tongtian not far away.

It seemed all Three Pure Ones knew this move.

If Yuanshi's version had all these variations, did Laozi and Tongtian have their own special methods too?

How could he get... acquire all three thunder arts?

No, no!

What Three Pure Ones' thunder art? He remembered this was the Qiangxi Thunder Law.

It was clearly created by his Sixth Brother and Ninth Brother—the Three Pure Ones must have stolen it somehow.

Was that acceptable? Of course not!

Today, since his two brothers weren't here, as their younger brother, it was only right for him to uphold justice for them.

"Hey! You old man! I don't know where you stole my tribe's secret thunder art, but I advise you to cripple your own divine ability and sincerely apologize to my tribe!"

"Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

Yuanshi stumbled, nearly falling, and said nothing.

He simply couldn't speak—after those words were uttered, he felt the rebellious blood surge again.

If he opened his mouth now, wouldn't blood spray all over the ground?

To be fair, Li Hao's words were infuriating beyond measure.

Even Laozi, who was always calm and detached, couldn't hold back anymore and roared, "Shameless brat! Stop your nonsense! This art was gained by us three brothers after contemplating the Chaos Divine Thunder on Kunlun Mountain!"

Hearing this, Li Hao ignored the Jade Pure Divine Thunder about to hit him, spread his hands, and shrugged.

"My Sixth Brother and Ninth Brother contemplated the Chaos Divine Thunder in the Ancestor Witch Hall for millions of years before developing the Qiangxi Thunder Law."

"And now you say the same thing—don't you think it's a bit too coincidental? If you're going to steal it, fine, but copying everything down to the details—isn't that going too far?"

Li Hao turned his head and saw the Jade Pure Divine Thunder was almost upon him, so he quickly added, "If you don't believe me, ask my Third Brother—isn't that right?"

"Right, Third Brother?"

Zhu Rong was completely dumbfounded inside!

What Qiangxi Divine Thunder? Old Six and Old Nine developed a divine ability?

Holy shit!

"I didn't get any news, did I?"

Thinking this, Zhu Rong instinctively wanted to shake his head and say he didn't know.

But in that instant, he caught the look Houtu had shot him before the thunder struck her.

More than a look, it was a warning glare?

Like being fiercely stared down.

The meaning was simple, even someone as slow-witted as Zhu Rong could grasp it.

That was: whatever your younger brother says, go along with it; no matter what he asks, just nod and agree.

Feeling that gaze, Zhu Rong froze for a moment, then bellowed loudly: "That's right, that's right! It's my sixth and ninth brothers' thunder arts!"

Zhu Rong glared at Laozi and Tongtian with a ferocious expression, gnashing his teeth: "Bold thieves, daring to steal my Witch Tribe's divine powers, you've got a death wish!"

With that, he activated his divine power, flames soaring skyward as he clashed with Laozi and Tongtian.

He wasn't at a disadvantage.

On the other hand, Laozi and Tongtian grew more alarmed the longer they fought!

Could the Witch Tribe really be this strong?

The witch who could block the Jade Pure Divine Thunder—they hadn't faced him, so they couldn't judge clearly.

But this witch before them was undeniably formidable.

After fighting for so long, they were well aware he had no Magic Treasure, or rather, he simply didn't need one.

He relied purely on his physical body and divine powers to battle.

If that was the case, was that other person the same?

Thinking this, Laozi and Tongtian couldn't help but draw a sharp breath.

Truly, the more they thought about it, the more terrifying it became!

If it were really so, the Witch Tribe was far too powerful, far too fearsome!

Laozi and Tongtian had roughly grasped the situation, but they couldn't inform Yuanshi.

They couldn't afford to be distracted at all now, not even a moment to speak.

A slight lapse in focus, and they'd be in trouble.

Hadn't they seen Tongtian's robes already in disarray, his exposed skin bearing wounds?

They were two against one, yet they were the ones exhausted.

The other side showed no fatigue, even growing more spirited.

We're two fighting you one.

You should be dodging and weaving, scrambling to keep up.

But look at what you're doing?

No dodging, no evading—taking Magic Treasures head-on with your body.

Just attacking nonstop, relentless assault.

That would be fine, but...

The problem is... shouldn't you at least show some exhaustion from this unending barrage?

But you're getting more energetic the longer you fight—doesn't that seem a bit unreasonable?

Damn it!

Are you on drugs or something?

Laozi and Tongtian were barely managing, and Yuanshi wasn't faring any better.

With this wave of thunder arts, Yuanshi had poured in twelve-tenths of his power.

Now, he was panting heavily, his face pale, barely able to stand.

The valley's environment had changed drastically.

Countless plants emitted white smoke, a scorched stench spreading everywhere.

Even the ground and parts of the mountain had liquefied.

Yuanshi gasped for breath, thinking.

Now you know the might of your Yuanshi grandpa, don't you?

Let's see how you survive this time.

Just then, a cheeky, utterly punchable voice rang out.

"Eh?! Is it over already?"

"Eldest Sister, this little old man isn't very impressive, is he?"