Primordial Era: The Ancestor Witches All Became Saints Before the Sermon Even Finished Chapter 26

"Speak!"

"Are you going to talk or not?"

An iron fist hammered down blow after blow, and with every question asked, Laozi took a punch.

At this moment, Laozi felt like crying without tears!

Talk about what?

"You... Aren't you going to ask? O... Otherwise... What do you want me to say?"

Hearing this, Li Hao paused for a moment, his fist also stopping midway through the air.

Then he said, "Oh, I see."

Of course, that punch still landed; doing things required a beginning and an end, so how could he quit halfway through?

With this punch, Laozi was utterly dumbfounded.

You see it, so what?

Why hit me?

Before, you had a reason to hit me, so I accepted it!

But this time you were in the wrong, and I! Laozi! would die before admitting it!

Thus, he looked at Li Hao with a resentful expression.

Li Hao felt a shudder run through him at that gaze.

What the hell! What was going on?

Was this old man some kind of masochist?

Or maybe he had that what's-it-called-brother syndrome, you know, hostage identification syndrome.

Otherwise, how could he act like this?

Thinking of all this, Li Hao felt his scalp go a bit numb.

But... The Divine Power was right in front of him, and he was supposed to give it up?

Was that possible?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Thus, he swung his fist and struck Laozi once more.

"Speak! Did you steal our Witch Tribe's Divine Power?"

"Confess honestly!"

Laozi still wanted to bite the bullet and refuse to yield, but those iron fists fell like rain.

He truly couldn't endure it.

This member of the Witch Tribe wasn't hitting him with full force.

Yet while it wasn't heavy, it wasn't light either; every single time it caused him pain, but never truly injured him.

The humiliation was far greater than the harm.

Laozi could well imagine that his face right now was definitely a bruised and unrecognizable mess of black and blue.

Moreover, these injuries would probably take a thousand or eight hundred years to heal.

If this kept going, how on earth was he supposed to manage?

I! Taishang Laozi! Didn't I have any pride?

As the saying goes, a wise man submits to circumstances.

Laozi decisively chose to chicken out... Bah!

This was a tactical retreat!

As long as the green mountains remain, there's no need to worry about firewood.

It was definitely not chickening out.

"Yes, yes, yes! We stole your Witch Tribe's Divine Power! Please don't hit me anymore!"

Li Hao nodded in satisfaction. "I see that your Divine Power has been slightly modified. Did you modify it yourselves?"

How dared Laozi raise any objections anymore? Didn't he fear getting beaten?

He nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes! We modified it!"

"Then why aren't you writing it down? Let me see how your incantation differs from ours!"

Upon hearing this, Laozi was instantly startled!

Wasn't it enough just to admit it?

He hadn't said anything about writing it down earlier!

Wasn't this talking nonsense with your eyes wide open?

And what comparison? This was outright daylight robbery!

Laozi looked at Li Hao's glowing eyes, as if discovering some meaning within that gaze.

That was: You thought right! Otherwise, what did you think I was doing just now?

Of course, Li Hao naturally couldn't express it quite like that.

How could matters of Divine Powers and Magic Treasures be called robbing?

Eh? No, wait!

Nothing involving our Witch Tribe could be called robbing!

It was clearly you who stole things from our Witch Tribe, and now we were merely taking them back.

We were all civilized witches, after all, and acts of forcible seizure and plunder were strictly prohibited.

Looking at Li Hao's gaze, a trace of ruthlessness flashed through Laozi's heart.

Fine! So you want it!

Then I'll give it to you!

However... You'd better watch out for Qi Deviation!

Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate, immediately taking out a Jade Slip and using his Primordial Spirit to carve the Divine Power onto it.

It wasn't really scribbling nonsense either—it was seventy percent true and thirty percent false.

After all, everyone present possessed cultivation, and if something like this made zero sense, it could be figured out with just a casual glance.

Just as Laozi expected, Li Hao took the Jade Slip, briefly browsed through it, and then put it away with satisfaction.

Laozi finally breathed a sigh of relief inwardly, sneering repeatedly in his heart.

Go ahead and practice it then; let's see if it ends up wiping out your entire Witch Tribe.

"May I leave now?"

Laozi raised his head and asked Li Hao.

Li Hao turned his head with an innocent expression, pretending to be extremely surprised.

"Oh my! What is going on here? Why is there an old grandfather fallen over right here?"

As he spoke, he hurriedly reached out to help Laozi up, even kindly patting the dust off his body.

He clicked his tongue and said, "Oh my! Old grandfather! How could you be so careless? Look at you, you've fallen so hard your face is all battered and bruised!"

Laozi's nose was so crooked with anger he could barely breathe. You have the nerve to say that?

Whose handiwork was this face of mine anyway? Don't you have the faintest clue?

He had never seen such a brazen and shameless person!

Laozi shook off Li Hao's hand with a yank, straightened his attire, and slowly walked toward the unconscious Yuanshi.

Only... he no longer possessed his previous smugness and high-spirited vigor.

Reaching Yuanshi's side, he nudged him and, seeing that he still hadn't regained consciousness, let out a helpless sigh, hoisted him up, and prepared to leave.

Before he could even make a move, Li Hao's voice rang out once more.

"Eh? Big grandpa, you can leave now since your body's fine, but this old man here is an enemy of our tribe, so don't go getting soft-hearted!"

Hearing this, Laozi's eyes split with rage!

He cursed inwardly.

Jerk!

Clearly knowing that the three of them came together, yet you insist on settling accounts separately!

You're never going to stop shaking us down, are you?

At this moment, Laozi instantly understood why his second brother had passed out cold.

Unrestrainedly using Divine Powers was certainly one of the reasons.

More than that, it must have been because he couldn't stand the tongue of this shameless wretch.

Even he, who always maintained a state of mind of purity and non-action, couldn't help a surge of suppressed anger.

Forcefully suppressing the rage in his heart, Laozi was just about to argue a few points when he heard his third brother Tongtian's miserable scream echo over.

"Ah! Elder Brother! Hu... Hurry and help me!"

Laozi was startled, hastily dropping Yuanshi and charging in the direction of Tongtian.

It wasn't that Tongtian was more important than Yuanshi.

Mainly, although Yuanshi's movement wasn't restricted, generally speaking he was already considered captured.

Which meant he would definitely be shaken down for another toll.