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

Kuafu, Hou Yi, and the hundreds of thousands of Witch Death Warriors who fought to the death had no chance of survival!

In the hearts of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, they had long since set aside an extremely important position for Xiao Ran.

Even if Xiao Ran never became the thirteenth Ancestral Witch of the Witch Clan in the future, Xiao Ran would still be the uncrowned king of the entire Witch Clan.

They would also treat him as an equal, regarding him as a sworn brother!

Gong Gong rubbed his hands together, worried, "Sister Houtu, how is it?"

"Xiao Ran still won't come out?"

Houtu shook her head helplessly, "I've been waiting here for many days!"

"He still refuses to come out!"

Di Jiang said gravely, "This is Xiao Ran's heart knot!"

"If Xiao Ran can't untie this knot!"

"I'm afraid no matter how much we try to persuade him, he won't come out!"

Xuan Ming frowned, "Sister Houtu, the great war is long over!"

"Xiao Ran can't just stay inside forever!"

"Xiao Ran was once your subordinate; this matter still requires your trouble, sister!"

Houtu glanced at Di Jiang and the other Ancestor Witches, then nodded slightly, "Alright, then I, Houtu, will try again!"

With that, she paced to the entrance of the great hall, took a deep breath, and said, "Xiao Ran, do you really intend to hide inside for the rest of your life?"

"In the war with the Demon Race, how can there be no deaths?"

"Although we Ancestor Witches have tragically lost tens of millions of talents, we absolutely do not blame you!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches waited for a long time, but there was still no response from the great hall.

Houtu spread her hands helplessly at Di Jiang and the other Ancestor Witches, gave a few bitter laughs, and said no more.

"Xiao Ran, have you forgotten how your subordinates died?"

Zhu Rong stepped forward, his voice full of vigor.

"Xiao Ran, don't dwell on the past! We'll take revenge on those dog bastards of the Demon Race another day!"

"Come out, let's discuss together how to settle scores with the Demon Race!"

Di Jiang and the other Ancestor Witches all chimed in.

But the great hall's massive doors remained as steady as a rock.

Xiao Ran showed no sign of coming out.

"Thump, thump!"

Two hurried footsteps suddenly rang out.

Hou Yi and Kuafu, both with worried expressions, quickly arrived at this place.

"Brother Xiao Ran, surviving a great disaster brings good fortune—we made it out alive, and that's the greatest blessing!"

"Good brother, come out! I, Kuafu, am waiting to drink and celebrate with you, to thank you for saving my life!"

Kuafu and Hou Yi said loudly.

Inside the great hall.

Xiao Ran lifted his head, looked in the direction of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Hou Yi, and Kuafu, and remained silent.

Their words had truly reached Xiao Ran's ears!

But whenever he thought of that world-destroying bloody battle a hundred years ago, Even now, Xiao Ran still felt an overwhelming fury that could not be resolved!

Tens of millions of Clansmen had died miserably on the battlefield!

A flash of ruthlessness passed through Xiao Ran's eyes!

This was an irreconcilable blood feud!

Even if he, Xiao Ran, exhausted everything and paid the price of his entire life, He would still wipe out the entire Demon Race.

Make the Demon Race pay blood for blood!

He had woken up several days ago.

The Ancestor Witches and several Great Witches who were close to him had come nonstop to persuade him, Telling him to pull himself together!

But Xiao Ran still remained in seclusion and refused to see anyone.

Now all the great powers of the Witch Clan have arrived.

If I still refuse to meet them behind closed doors, it would truly be inexcusable!

Over a hundred years have passed since that brutal battle.

It's time to let it go!

Xiao Ran waved his hand casually, and a brilliant immortal light struck the stone door.

Creak!

The stone door of the great hall suddenly swung open.

Xiao Ran stepped out slowly, his face calm and composed.

"This Humble One pays respects to all Ancestral Witches!"

Xiao Ran clasped his hands and bowed to the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Haha, you finally came out, kid!"

"I knew you weren't the type to be knocked down so easily!"

"Don't worry about your Tribe's Clansmen being wiped out—we'll find a way for you!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches spoke with broad smiles.

Di Jiang thought for a moment, then spoke: "Xiao Ran, your Tribe has been nearly annihilated!"

"Each of us Twelve Ancestral Witches will transfer a million Witch Army soldiers to your Tribe!"

"With that, your Tribe will have tens of millions of troops!"

"Brothers and sisters, what do you think of this?"

The Ancestral Witches had no complaints about Di Jiang's proposal.

They all agreed without hesitation.

To this, Xiao Ran only smiled faintly and directly refused: "No!"

"This Humble One appreciates the goodwill of the Ancestral Witches!"

"But from this day forward, This Humble One no longer wishes to govern any Tribe!"

Houtu widened her eyes and questioned incredulously: "Why?"

"Do you have some other plan?"

Xiao Ran's tone was resolute:

"How could the hatred of clan extermination be forgotten? How dare I forget!"

"I don't want to see any more Tribes destroyed!"

"Even less do I want to see countless Clansmen die at the hands of the Demon Race's scum!"

"As for the Demon Race that destroyed my Tribe!"

"If I ever find out who instigated and stirred up that matter behind the scenes!"

"One day, This Humble One will make them atone with their blood for the fallen Clansmen!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches exchanged glances, all wearing bitter smiles.

This time, Xiao Ran's tone was final, as if he had long made up his mind.

It was not something their earnest pleas could change with just a few words!

Di Jiang was silent for a long while before slowly speaking: "Fine!"

"This time, you have rendered great merit for our Witch Clan!"

"And you have saved the lives of hundreds of thousands of our Witch Clan's death warriors!"