Primordial World: Starting with a Single Yuan to Instantly Kill Pangu's Talent

The divine dragon phantoms that filled the sky shook their heads and lashed their tails, annihilating the White Fox's soul with overwhelming force!

"Boom!"

After her death, the White Fox fell to the ground, revealing her true form!

The countless Witch-Demon armies that had tracked her here all wore expressions of utter astonishment.

"Truly our Witch Race's number one Battle Maniac! He won't rest until the last enemy is slain!"

"That White Fox was at least a Beauty, capable of transforming into any form you desire! Killing her like this—what a waste of a fragrant jade!"

"Sigh! If I had taken that White Fox as a servant, wouldn't that be the greatest joy of this lifetime!"

Many of the Witch Race armies began to reproach Xiao Ran with heartfelt regret.

Xiao Ran found it both amusing and exasperating.

The Witch Race had always been a land of many wolves and few meat—beauties like Houtu were one in ten thousand.

For these rough-and-tumble Witch Race beings to find a Dao Companion was an almost impossible task!

If only they knew that taking the White Fox as a Dao Companion would one day drain every drop of their essence blood and great power dry—what wonderful expressions they would have!

Xiao Ran shook his head and said, "Don't dwell on useless matters!"

"Swiftly cleaning up the battlefield is the real priority!"

Under Xiao Ran's command, hundreds of thousands of Witch Race beings set to work.

After scouring the Demon Race's tribe clean.

As expected, they obtained a vast hoard of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures!

Xiao Ran casually selected a few treasures.

Then he directly ordered one hundred thousand Demon Race troops to remain stationed here.

As for himself, he led the remaining hundreds of thousands of Witch Race troops triumphantly through the teleportation array.

Returning to the Witch Race tribe at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, on the Commander's Platform.

Hundreds of thousands of Witch Race troops had successfully slain the Nine-Headed Lion and conquered the Demon Race tribe.

Moreover, they had plundered countless Rare Treasures from the Demon Race tribe.

After bidding farewell to Xiao Ran, countless Witch Race troops.

Returned to their tribes one after another.

Xiao Ran was about to head back to his Dao field.

Suddenly, a Witch Race messenger—square-faced, large-eared, bear-waisted, and tiger-backed—walked toward him.

"The Ancestral Witches have ordered you to go to the Pangu Temple at once!"

The messenger clasped his hands to Xiao Ran.

"Understood! I'll go to the Pangu Temple right away!"

After dismissing the messenger, Xiao Ran's gaze flickered as he sank into deep thought.

This time, he had led the Witch Race army to annihilate the entire Nine-Headed Lion tribe with lightning speed.

No doubt news of his great victory had already reached the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Now, he was poised to become the Witch Race's thirteenth Ancestral Witch.

He had become the center of attention among the Witch Race.

It was hard to say whether the Twelve Ancestral Witches had once again taken a fancy to having him soak in the Pangu Blood Pool to rapidly boost his strength.

Thinking back to his miserable experience five hundred years ago, when he was soaked in the Pangu Blood Pool, Xiao Ran felt a deep chill.

But this time, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had summoned him.

If he didn't go, he would anger them.

They might very well throw him into the blood pool without a word and set up restrictions.

If that happened, he would truly be crying without tears.

In the end, Xiao Ran made up his mind.

No matter what, he would go to the Pangu Temple.

At worst, he would deal with whatever came his way!

Pangu Temple.

Xiao Ran steeled himself and entered the great hall.

He placed his hands in front of his chest, assuming a defensive posture.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, who had been all smiles, now wore expressions tinged with green.

"What do you mean, kid? Afraid we're going to devour you alive or something?"

Zhu Rong barked, his temper flaring.

Xiao Ran shot back irritably, "I still remember that sneak attack with your wandering hands last time!"

"Being cautious is the right call!"

Di Jiang said with a wry smile, "You really hold a grudge, kid!"

"Forget it, that was our fault last time!"

"But rest assured, nothing like that will ever happen again!"

Only then did Xiao Ran's expression ease as he slowly paced over to the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"May I ask why you Ancestral Witches have summoned me here today?"

Xiao Ran cupped his hands toward the group of Ancestral Witches, squinting slightly.

Houtu said with a smile, "This time, you attacked the Nine-Headed Lion Tribe and achieved a great victory!"

"Your speed in wiping out a Demon Tribe settlement far surpasses that of all our Great Witches!"

"Now that you possess true Great Witch strength and the ability to command the Witch army independently in battle!"

"The Ancestral Witches and I have discussed it—we can grant you a fief!"

"Choose whichever fief you want!"

A flicker of joy crossed Xiao Ran's face.

For him, this was a gift falling from the sky!

Once he obtained a fief within the Witch Race, He could establish his own faction and live as a carefree Mountain King!

When to lead troops against the Demon Tribe

Would be entirely his own decision!

And from now on, he'd never have to worry about being forced by the Twelve Ancestral Witches to soak in the Pangu Blood Pool again!

Now, Xiao Ran had two options.

One was to choose a territory within the Witch lands around Buzhou Mountain.

The other was to claim a territory within Demon Tribe lands.

Of course, choosing a territory in Demon Tribe lands

Would be far more dangerous than one near Buzhou Mountain!

As Xiao Ran closed his eyes in deep thought, Zhu Rong suddenly blurted out boorishly, "Ah! I misjudged you back then!"

"It's a real pity I didn't take you under my command!"

"Since you're this fierce, you should go to the Witch Race's front line!"

"Claim a fief in Demon Tribe territory and let those beastly Demons taste the might of our Witch Race!"

Hearing this, Xiao Ran's face instantly darkened, and he felt like cursing.

Not only had Zhu Rong refused to take him into his tribe back then, But now he was urging him to go to such a dangerous place as Demon territory!

Still, Zhu Rong was one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Xiao Ran couldn't be bothered to argue with him.

He nodded and said, "Fine! Then I'll take the territory of the Nine-Headed Lion that I conquered today!"