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

The millions-strong Witch Race army swept forward with unstoppable momentum, dominating the entire battlefield with absolute superiority.

Countless Demon Race beings, unwilling to accept their fate, were slaughtered by the Witch Race army and fell into pools of blood.

The entire Demon Race army had long been terrified into submission!

Countless Demon Race creatures wailed and roared, scattering in all directions like fugitives!

It took only a few short hours!

The Witch Race army had already crushed the entire tribe of the True Howling Ancestor!

And the territory spanning hundreds of millions of miles around his tribe was fully absorbed into the Witch Race's domain.

Late at night, with a sparse moon and scattered stars, all was silent.

Yet the entire True Howling Tribe was ablaze with roaring bonfires.

Countless reveling Witch Race beings, as was their custom, guzzled wine and tore into meat, celebrating their great victory in the fierce battle against the Demon Race!

Inside the cave dwelling of the True Howling Tribe.

Xiao Ran, Hou Yi, and Kuafu clinked cups and drank freely, enjoying themselves immensely!

Between rounds of toasts, Xiao Ran squinted and said, "Now that we've occupied the True Howling Ancestor's territory..."

"How should we divide his lands?"

Hou Yi and Kuafu set down their cups and laughed heartily. "How about this! Split the True Howling Ancestor's territory into five shares!"

"Brother Xiao Ran, you take three shares, and we'll each take one!"

Xiao Ran exhaled and said, "That doesn't seem quite right, does it?"

"Isn't my tribe getting a bit too much land?"

Hou Yi frowned and spoke up, "Your tribe contributed the most in this battle, so you deserve the larger share of territory!"

"To be honest, Kuafu and I barely exerted any effort!"

"Even getting one share feels undeserved to us!"

Xing Tian sighed, "Indeed! And you also bestowed upon us the supreme technique, the Divine Elephant Suppression Prison Strength!"

"Even if we gave you all the territory gained from this battle, we wouldn't have a single complaint!"

Xiao Ran laughed heartily. "Since that's the case, then I, Xiao Ran, will respectfully accept!"

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, within the Pangu Temple.

After Xiao Ran and the others had crushed the True Howling Ancestor's tribe in a great victory.

News of the triumph quickly reached the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Di Jiang rubbed his hands together excitedly, his brows dancing with joy. "I never expected this!"

"That kid Xiao Ran led his tribe's million-strong Witch Race army and effortlessly slaughtered the True Howling Ancestor, cutting down tens of millions of those Demon Race beasts!"

"Such a feat is unprecedented among our Witch Race!"

Jumang exclaimed with excitement, "We were right to have faith in that kid Xiao Ran!"

"With such heaven-defying and domineering methods and strength, he truly has the style of us Ancestral Witches!"

"If our Witch Race produces a few more Great Witches as fierce as Xiao Ran, wiping out the Demon Race and dominating the Primordial World will be within reach!"

Houtu smiled and said, "That kid Xiao Ran is a prodigy who emerged from my tribe!"

"He has rendered outstanding service in this battle, so we Twelve Ancestral Witches naturally cannot be stingy!"

"What reward do you think we should give him?"

At these words, the Twelve Ancestral Witches exchanged glances and fell into silence.

Xiao Ran's battle achievements were unprecedented in the entire Witch Race, a rarity that might not appear for eons.

An ordinary reward simply wouldn't be fitting!

But the Witch Race had always relied on their brute physical strength to defy heaven and earth, rampaging unchecked through the Primordial World.

Truly rare and peerless treasures were few and far between.

Deciding what to reward Xiao Ran with was indeed a thorny problem for the Twelve Ancestral Witches!

In the end, Di Jiang made the final call. "How about this! Give him the most important and honorable task of our Witch Race!"

"For the next few thousand years, all newborns of our Witch Race will be sent to Xiao Ran's tribe for him to raise!"

Gong Gong was stunned, his eyes wide. "You call that a reward?"

Di Jiang smiled knowingly and said, "Since countless eons, the task of raising Witch Race newborns has been personally handled by us Twelve Ancestral Witches!"

"This is a tremendous honor!"

"Xiao Ran has the greatest potential to become the thirteenth Ancestral Witch of our race!"

"Giving him this reward, letting him share some of our responsibilities early on—isn't that a wonderful arrangement?"

Jumang, Qiang Liang, and the other Ancestral Witches couldn't help but chuckle.

What Di Jiang said was indeed not wrong!

The twelve of them had spent countless epochs painstakingly training and nurturing the newborns of the Witch Race.

It was time to hand over this supremely glorious task to Xiao Ran!

Deep within the Demon Race's territory, inside a cave dwelling.

After the messenger from Pangu Temple delivered the decree of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Xiao Ran raised an eyebrow, finding it utterly ridiculous.

Where in the world was there a reward like this?

This was clearly just an excuse the Twelve Ancestral Witches had made up to slack off!

If he was the one to train the Witch Race's newborns, then wouldn't his Xiao Ran Tribe become a novice training ground?

But this was a decision unanimously passed by the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Even if he, Xiao Ran, had to accept it with tears in his eyes, he would!

Besides, he had originally planned to spread the Divine Elephant Suppression Prison Strength technique throughout the entire Witch Race.

This was just the perfect opportunity to have all the Witch Race's newborns cultivate this technique.

Thinking of it that way, it wasn't such a bad thing after all!

With this thought, Xiao Ran felt relieved.

He waved his hand at the messenger and said, "Fine! I, Xiao Ran, am willing to accept this reward!"

"You, return to Pangu Temple at once and report back!"

Sun Star, Sun Temple.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi sat on the Throne with gloomy expressions.

The ten Demon Saints stood in the great hall, their faces also filled with extreme fury.

The Demon Saint Zhenhu was a renowned great power of the Demon Race.

He had even commanded tens of millions of Demon Race troops!

Yet he was annihilated by an obscure, nameless tribe!

This caused a territory spanning hundreds of millions of miles to fall into the hands of the Witch Race!

To the Demon Race, this was nothing short of a monumental disgrace!

Di Jun thundered in rage, "Despicable!"

"A mere Xiao Ran Tribe dares to provoke my Demon Race like this!"

"If we do not destroy the Xiao Ran Tribe, what face does my Demon Race have left to contend for supremacy in the Primordial World?"

Jiu Ying, one of the ten Demon Saints, stepped forward. He bowed to Di Jun and said, "Demon Emperor, I, Jiu Ying, request to go to battle!"

"I beg the Demon Emperor to grant me permission to lead an expedition against the Xiao Ran Tribe!"

"I will surely bathe the entire Xiao Ran Tribe in blood. After our victory, I will personally present Xiao Ran's head!"

Di Jun's sinister gaze swept over Jiu Ying. He said solemnly, "Good! This Emperor approves!"

"This Emperor decrees that you, Jiu Ying, shall lead a billion elite Demon Race troops to annihilate the Xiao Ran Tribe!"