Adding Fuel to the Fire

"Perfect. That's exactly what I had in mind!!"

Dijiang did not mind in the slightest.

When he had decided to lead the entire Witch Clan in lying low, he had already expected conflicts with the eleven Ancestral Shamans.

And the only way to make all the Ancestral Shamans obey was to beat them into submission.

Zhu Rong's angry embarrassment had conveniently created the perfect opportunity for him.

"Dijiang, come on."

"Let me see whether, after these thousand years, your limbs have become as weak and powerless as your backbone."

Bang!!

Before Zhu Rong could utter the word "powerless," Dijiang sent him flying with a single palm strike.

"What???"

"Zhu Rong lost in one move?"

"Is Zhu Rong too weak, or is Big Brother too strong?"

The sudden turn of events left the ten grim-faced Ancestral Shamans utterly shocked.

"Whose backbone is as weak and powerless as their limbs!!"

Dijiang appeared above Zhu Rong's head, looking down at him from on high.

"You ambushed me. You're despicable."

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Zhu Rong glared furiously up at Dijiang.

"Then I'll give you another chance."

"Sixth Brother, remember this: you only get one move."

Dijiang stood with his hands behind his back.

An aura of superiority over all creation naturally rose from him.

The Ancestral Shamans widened their eyes at the sight.

After a thousand years, Big Brother seemed to have become even stronger.

That strike just now had been too fast.

Not a single Ancestral Shaman had seen what happened. Even Zhu Jiuyin wore a puzzled expression.

"Dijiang!!"

Zhu Rong roared. His face twisted savagely as he transformed into his strongest dharma body.

He had the head of a beast and the body of a man, clad in red scales, with fire serpents hanging from his ears and fire dragons beneath his feet.

Terrifying flames surged up like ferocious beasts, completely releasing the forty percent of the laws of the physical body contained within him.

Roar!!!

Zhu Rong threw back his head and roared.

For the past thousand years, he had been far too stifled.

He could only watch helplessly as the Demon Clan grew stronger step by step, while their Witch Clan could do nothing but wait.

Yet Dijiang had not been recovering from his injuries. He had merely been wasting their time.

Over a thousand years, he had actually taken up alchemy.

The resentment at his failure to strive and the hatred of his decline surged forth.

Zhu Rong could no longer restrain himself.

The power of forty percent of the laws of the physical body erupted in full.

The immense pressure forced the ten Ancestral Shamans to narrow their eyes.

"Sixth Brother, are you ready?"

Just as his emotions built to their peak, Dijiang's voice rang out again.

"Dijiang, enough."

"Don't think that just because you used spatial divine abilities to send me flying earlier, you've got me beaten."

"I'm telling you, today I'll beat you awake once and for all!!!"

Furious beyond measure, Zhu Rong threw a punch downward.

The power contained in it was terrifying.

The ten Ancestral Shamans watched with pounding hearts.

This punch was nothing but a contest of raw strength.

If they clashed head-on—

At best, it would be killing a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of their own.

If he was even slightly weaker, it would be a certain death situation.

"Zhu Rong even used the Heaven-Melting Earth-Burning Flame Fist. He's truly serious now."

"Isn't he? That's his killing blow. He never uses it when sparring with his brothers."

"Everyone, get ready. Once we knock Dijiang awake, we'll step in and stop them."

Zhu Jiuyin shook his head and sighed.

He had never expected Dijiang to deceive them for a thousand years.

Now, heaven and earth were in a great struggle, and the Demon Clan's momentum had already taken shape.

One step behind!

Behind at every step!!

If they still did not strive forward now, the day of the Witch Clan's destruction would eventually come.

While the Ancestral Shamans' thoughts raced.

Dijiang faced Zhu Rong's strongest strike.

Dijiang threw a punch as well.

But compared to Zhu Rong's overwhelming display, Dijiang's fist appeared utterly ordinary.

"Get ready."

"If anything goes wrong, save Zhu Rong!!!"

Seeing this, Zhu Jiuyin had already concluded that Dijiang would be defeated.

But before he could finish speaking, the two fists had already collided.

Zhu Rong had actually lost!!

His body shot away like a cannonball, blasted flying by that single punch.

"Dijiang's punch looked completely ordinary. Why did Zhu Rong still lose?"

"This is simply absurd. Even before Dijiang was injured, he could never have been this powerful. At most, it would have been a sixty-forty split."

"Am I seeing things, or are those two putting on an act for us?"

While the Ancestral Shamans were still doubting, Zhu Rong had already returned to his original form.

But he looked exceedingly miserable now.

One of his arms was broken, and even the ribs in his chest were exposed.

More terrifying still, dense cracks covered his entire body.

Blood flowed out like molten lava.

Such severe injuries—

This was the first time they had seen them since their birth.

"Zhu Rong, what exactly happened?"

The Ancestral Shamans rushed to Zhu Rong's side and looked at him anxiously.

"I don't know either!!"

Zhu Rong gave a bitter smile.

He and Dijiang had exchanged a punch just now.

He had been full of confidence in that blow.

But the moment their fists met—

He seemed to see Father God Pangu.

Then an overwhelming force came crashing down.

He was sent flying without the slightest ability to resist.

Fortunately, though his condition looked dire, he had not suffered any fatal injuries.

"Zhu Rong, do you still want another fight!!"

Dijiang stood with his hands behind his back.

His green robes fluttered without wind, and an invincible aura naturally rose around him.

"I'll do it!!"

Gonggong immediately cut Zhu Rong off.

"You?"

Dijiang looked at Gonggong.

"Could it be that Big Brother looks down on me?"

Gonggong's expression was solemn.

They no longer dared question Dijiang.

Because Dijiang had thrown only two punches just now.

The first punch—

Had contained an element of ambush.

But what about the second punch?

Even now, Zhu Rong had no idea how he had lost.

"It isn't that I look down on you. It's that the strength of the brothers present is truly nothing special."

Seeing that the moment was ripe, Dijiang directly unleashed his ultimate move.

"Arrogant! Dijiang, you're going too far."

"I used to respect you so much. I never thought you would speak of your brothers like this."

"Don't think that beating Zhu Rong means you can spout nonsense here. If you have the guts, name your terms."

"..."

The Witch Clan had violent temperaments and could not stand provocation.

Sure enough.

The impact of those words was even more effective than knocking Zhu Rong down with one punch.

"This is arrogance?"

"You can't take this?"

"This is spouting nonsense?"

"Mighty Ancestral Shamans, yet you cannot endure a few words."

"And you still shout every day about going out to contend for supremacy over heaven and earth."

"You truly know nothing of your own limits!!!"

Dijiang looked at the eleven Ancestral Shamans and continued to add fuel to the fire.

"Dijiang, what exactly are you trying to do?"

"You don't want to contribute to becoming the protagonists of heaven and earth, so why come here to discourage us?"

"..."

The Ancestral Shamans were enraged beyond measure.

"Am I discouraging you?"

"I'm telling you to weigh yourselves and see what you're really worth."

"Enough nonsense. If you want to fight for destiny and gain the status of protagonists of heaven and earth—"

"Then defeat me."

"I won't make things difficult for you. Come at me one by one."

"You may not find it troublesome, but I find it embarrassing."

"All eleven of you."

"Come at me together!!"

Humiliation.

This was utterly naked humiliation.

Not to mention the other Ancestral Shamans—even Houtu, the most mild-tempered among them, was now filled with rage.