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

Houtu still said nothing, but her silvery, crisp laughter said it all.

At those words, the reverse blood that Yuanshi had been holding back with all his might could no longer be contained!

This scene truly startled Li Hao.

This was spitting blood!

As a modern man, when had he ever seen such a spectacle?

"Hey? What do you mean? Trying to pull a scam?"

"Don't do this—so many people are watching. I haven't even touched you once!"

Li Hao was stating facts, but when Yuanshi heard these words, they carried a different meaning.

Whether mockery or ridicule.

In any case, it was nothing good.

Yuanshi immediately trembled all over with rage.

Seeing this, Li Hao spoke again: "Are you cold? It's not that I won't help you, but I'm afraid you'll try to frame me. Wait here, I'll go find someone for you."

After saying this, he thought for a moment and added: "Go find that younger brother of yours. That old one won't do—he looks even more frail than you, with hair and beard all white!"

Yuanshi spat out another mouthful of reverse blood.

Killing with words! Killing with words!

At this moment, he wished he could just pass out.

His face was already lost; at least let him avoid enduring the subsequent humiliation.

Chapter 18: This Divine Power Is Amazing, It Put Me to Sleep

Li Hao said he was going to call someone, but showed no sign of actually moving.

It wasn't that he had no action, but rather that he wasn't going to call anyone.

Instead, he walked toward the Creation Green Lotus.

He looked at the lotus, reached out, and directly snapped off the red lotus flower.

The delicate lotus bloomed with light, transforming into a Coiled Dragon Walking Stick.

Li Hao examined the walking stick in his hand and curled his lips.

This Innate Spiritual Treasure was just a flat wooden stick.

Oh, just a flat piece of wood, even if it had a dragon relief and was inlaid with gems and jade.

But that didn't change the fact that it was still wood.

To be honest, it was quite disappointing.

He handed the Coiled Dragon Walking Stick to Houtu, then reached into the water to feel around.

After a moment, he gently pulled out the white lotus root.

Another flash of light, and the white root turned into the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi.

Holding the Ruyi in his hand, Li Hao's eyes lit up.

That's right! This is how it should be!

This was what an Innate Spiritual Treasure ought to look like.

At least it should be a bit glittering and jeweled to highlight the value of an Innate Spiritual Treasure!

At this moment, Li Hao really wanted to grip the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi and shout: "Ruyi, Ruyi, follow my will, show your power quickly!"

Cough... getting off track!

He put away the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, then collected the green lotus leaf.

The leaf, like the previous two items, flashed with light and transformed into the Green Duckweed Sword.

Thus, the Creation Green Lotus—this brother equal to Pangu, the uncle of all Ancestor Witches—had been dismembered without enjoying a single day of fortune.

Yuanshi's internal injuries were severe; he wanted to stop it but was powerless, forced to watch everything unfold.

His face was twisted with rage, his eyes nearly splitting.

In his heart, shock reached an unimaginable level.

Yuanshi felt in his heart that these three treasures were meant to belong to the three brothers.

It was the will of heaven; no one else should have been able to take them.

But that shameless little thief, with some demonic art, had defied fate and forcibly seized the treasures.

Li Hao put away the three treasures and looked at Yuanshi, who was glaring at him.

"What are you looking at? I told you, this is the legacy Father God left for the Witch Tribe. If it weren't for that, how could I have taken them so easily?"

Yuanshi slowly raised his hand, his finger trembling as he pointed at Li Hao.

His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.

But after waiting for a long time, there was still no sound, only the sound of heavy panting.

Li Hao rolled his eyes.

"Can you do it or not? Weren't you fine just a moment ago? How come you're this weak after not seeing you for a bit?"

"Damn! You're not about to die, are you? Let me tell you, this is my Witch Tribe's territory—if you're gonna die, go die somewhere far away. I'm afraid you'll dirty my land!"

Yuanshi spat out another mouthful of blood, rolled his eyes, and passed out cold.

Seeing Yuanshi spit blood and collapse, Zhu Rong shouted at the top of his lungs, "Thirteenth Brother, seize this chance and finish him off!"

Laozi and Tongtian, who were locked in battle with Zhu Rong and barely keeping up, finally noticed Yuanshi's condition and grew frantic.

Laozi shot Tongtian a meaningful glance, seized an opening, swept aside Zhu Rong's massive hand, and charged toward Li Hao.

Zhu Rong wasn't worried. You leave? Isn't your Third Brother still here?

He'd been fighting nonstop before—though he could hold his own against two, he could never win outright.

Now that one was gone, wasn't that even better? More convenient for him to capture the man in front of him.

As for Li Hao's safety?

Zhu Rong wasn't concerned. He was straightforward, sure!

But after watching all this, if he still didn't realize Thirteenth Brother was hiding his strength, wouldn't he be a fool?

Besides, even if Thirteenth Brother couldn't handle it, Little Sister Houtu would definitely have no problem.

There was no danger at all.

On the other side, after hearing Zhu Rong's words, Li Hao propped his chin and thought it over.

He could indeed finish off Yuanshi now, but that wouldn't work.

If he killed him now, wouldn't there be no show left to play?

Most importantly, the Three Pure Ones were also Chosen Ones. Who knew if killing them rashly would stir up trouble?

Like drawing the attention of the Heavenly Dao, for instance.

Even though the Witch Tribe was strong now, they still weren't a match for the Heavenly Dao.

Hmm... now wasn't the time to stand out. For now, they had to develop quietly and avoid too much attention.

With his thoughts settled, Li Hao shook his head and shouted to Zhu Rong, "Third Brother, we can't touch them yet. The waters are deep here—we can't handle it for now!"

Zhu Rong didn't understand what that meant, but it clearly expressed that these three couldn't be killed for now.

Watching Tongtian dodge constantly yet still get hit, a thought surfaced in Zhu Rong's mind.

Can't kill them, huh?

Fine, then he'd just beat them to a pulp.

As long as he didn't kill them, that was fine, right?

With that thought, a cold smirk curled at the corner of Zhu Rong's mouth, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

Tongtian felt a sudden chill run through him, and then he noticed his opponent's attack frequency had increased.

And every strike aimed at his most painful spots, the places that would embarrass him the most.

He wanted to cry for help, but never got the chance.

On the other side, Laozi charged over and stopped before Li Hao.

"Shameless scoundrel, release my Second Brother at once! Or don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Li Hao heard this and curled his lip.

"Ruthless again? Are you Three Pure Ones all about being ruthless?"

He pointed at Yuanshi lying on the ground and continued, "The last guy who told me 'don't blame me for being ruthless' is lying right there! How much stronger do you think you are than him?"

"I don't think you're much stronger. You look even older than him—probably pretty frail too!"

Laozi, upon hearing this, had none of his usual serene detachment or natural Daoist composure.

He showed a furious demeanor, his whole body bristling.

Hmm... literally. His hair and beard stood on end, like a cat puffing up.

"Words are useless. Let's settle this with our fists!"

Li Hao curled his lip and waved his hand dismissively.

"Forget it! Forget it!"

"I don't want to bully an old man like you. The way you look, I doubt you could even take one punch from me!"