Ten Directions Annihilation

"Since that's the case, then let's stop being polite with him."

"I'd like to see whether, after a thousand years, his mouth is still as hurtful as his strength."

"Brothers and sisters, let's strike together. Don't let him look down on us."

The eleven Ancestral Shamans attacked at once.

Eleven kinds of Power of Law converged into a torrent of Laws.

Even Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who possessed the Chaos Bell, would not dare take such terrifying power head-on.

But what about Dijiang?

He sank his waist and assumed a horse stance.

His entire body seemed rooted in the void.

Then he let out a great roar.

Zha!!!

His voice crashed like thunder.

In an instant, it shouted all the Ancestral Shamans awake from their fury.

"Not good, what happened to us?"

"Dijiang may be unkind, but how can we brothers be unrighteous?"

"Everyone, hurry! Withdraw as much of your divine abilities and Laws as you can!"

"This is bad. The Powers of Law are tangled together—I can't withdraw mine."

"Same here. What are we supposed to do?"

"Get ready, everyone. Save Dijiang first."

The torrent of Laws was so terrifying that perhaps only those of the Sage Realm could withstand it.

Yet Dijiang, who had just roared in anger—

Faced with that torrent of Laws like a reef in a dark river.

He threw a punch!!!

Heaven and earth rumbled, and the void shattered.

Even the torrent of Laws was completely blocked by that single blow.

"Too weak. Far too weak."

"With strength like this, what right do you have to contend for supremacy over heaven and earth?"

At the critical moment, they had still held back. Dijiang was pleased deep inside.

But if he was going to beat them into submission, he had to beat them thoroughly.

It was not because Dijiang was cold-blooded, nor because he enjoyed flaunting the power he now possessed.

It was because he knew their temperaments.

Otherwise, the moment he handed them benefits, they would immediately think they had what it took.

Then how would the Witch Clan continue to lie low?

If they did not lie low—

Where would the rewards come from?

Without the foundation brought by those rewards, what would he use to contend against the Sages?

"We must contend for the role of protagonists of heaven and earth."

"How can the Witch Clan gain a foothold between heaven and earth without a Sage?"

"If you are heartless, then do not blame us for being unrighteous."

"Brothers, join forces!!!"

As expected.

Dijiang's provocation was extremely effective.

The Second Witch-Demon War was the peak battle of strength for both the Witch and Demon races.

And after that second war—

Both the Witch and Demon races began to reflect.

The Witch Clan relied on its numerous Quasi-Sage Realm experts.

The Demon Race relied on its many Dharma Treasures.

Yet neither side possessed the absolute strength to crush the other.

Therefore, after the second war, both races began cultivating formations capable of deciding the course of battle.

The Witch Clan developed the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Grand Formation.

The Demon Race had the Cosmic Starry Sky Grand Formation.

And this was only the First Witch-Demon War. Though they did not yet have the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Grand Formation—

The brothers and sisters still possessed corresponding joint-combat techniques.

The torrent of Laws just now had merely been the simplest method of using their power.

But joint-combat techniques—

Could potentially turn the power of one into the force of three, or even four.

"Zhu Rong, step down and rest."

"Next, we will use the combat technique: Ten Directions Annihilation."

With Zhu Jiuyin at the lead, the Ancestral Shamans followed.

In an instant, they surrounded Dijiang in the center.

And this Ten Directions Annihilation was no ordinary combat technique.

It was a supreme body-tempering art developed by the Ancestral Shamans. Once used in a joint attack, it could unleash ten times the power.

"If you truly have no intention of contending for supremacy over heaven and earth, then you can stay home in peace."

"We will walk our broad road beneath the sun, while you cross your single-plank bridge. We will still be brothers."

"Dijiang, it is not too late for you to regret this."

A horrifying power erupted from within the ten Ancestral Shamans, transforming into the force of Ten Directions Annihilation.

And Dijiang, trapped within it, felt unprecedented pressure at that moment.

"I will say it one more time: my Witch Clan will not contend for supremacy in the Primordial World."

How could Dijiang back down?

The moment he retreated—

He would doom the entire Witch Clan.

"Stubborn to the bitter end. Then do not blame us."

"You refuse to think for yourself, but why will you not think for our Witch Clan? Why are you so selfish?"

"Since that is the case, brothers, attack!!"

"Ten Directions Annihilation, suppress the void!!"

Dijiang wielded Spatial Law, so in order to counter that Power of Law—

They used the power of Ten Directions Annihilation to directly seal space.

The ten of them threw punches at once, their immense power capable of tearing apart even the void.

When that power descended above Dijiang's head—

Even though his physical body had now gained ninety percent mastery of Spatial Law, he still felt overwhelming pressure.

Just as Dijiang was about to be completely swallowed by Ten Directions Annihilation, a fiercer and more tyrannical fiendish power forcibly tore apart the power of Ten Directions Annihilation.

"What is that?"

"Such earth-shaking fiendish aura... that is the Heavenly Dao Fiendish Treasure, the Godslaying Spear."

"Impossible. That spear is the accompanying treasure of Devil Ancestor Luohou. To wield it, one must possess a Primordial Spirit."

"Look! It truly is the Godslaying Spear."

"Dijiang... he really has a Primordial Spirit."

"How is that possible???"

Seeing the Ancestral Shamans' shock, how could Dijiang possibly be polite?

He seized the opportunity.

The Godslaying Spear thrust forward.

Boundless fiendish power directly broke through Ten Directions Annihilation.

The void shattered.

Before the ten Ancestral Shamans could even react, they were suppressed by that immense force.

Puh!!

Regardless of order, all ten Ancestral Shamans spat blood without end.

They stared in horror at Dijiang in the center of the field.

"Too terrifying. With only one move, he broke our Ten Directions Annihilation Formation."

"Is he really Dijiang?"

"I seriously suspect that Devil Ancestor Luohou has already taken possession of his body."

The ten Ancestral Shamans all collapsed onto the ground.

"Are you convinced now!!"

Dijiang walked toward them.

"Kill us or carve us up if you wish, but if you want to humiliate us, forget it."

"Our Witch Clan never offended you. Why have you come to harm us?"

"We do not feel wronged losing to you, but we hope you will treat Dijiang's body well."

Seeing Dijiang approach with the Godslaying Spear in hand, the ten Ancestral Shamans had lost all will to fight again.

This was an Innate Spiritual Treasure.

Commonly known as a Heavenly Dao Fiendish Treasure.

It was hailed as the number one Spiritual Treasure for offense.

Even the Witch Clan's physical bodies, in which they took such pride, were like paper before the Godslaying Spear.

In terms of offensive power, even the Chaos Bell was inferior to the Godslaying Spear.

"I am Devil Ancestor Luohou?"

Hearing the words of the Ancestral Shamans, Dijiang burst into loud laughter.

How could the Ancestral Shamans endure such humiliation? Just as they were about to fight to the death—

Dijiang's Primordial Spirit emerged.

The Ancestral Shamans, who had just been emotionally worked up—

All fell silent the instant they saw Dijiang's Primordial Spirit.

Slap!

Zhu Jiuyin knelt down.

Seeing this, the other Ancestral Shamans also all knelt down.

"Father God, is that you???"

They would never forget the aura of Pangu's Primordial Spirit, even in death.

Thus, the moment they saw Dijiang's Primordial Spirit, they knelt without the slightest hesitation.

"I am Dijiang, not Father God Pangu!!"

This was the strongest proof.

Throughout the entire Primordial World, Pangu's aura stood alone beneath the heavens.

No one could imitate it, and no one dared to imitate it.

Not to mention that above, there were the Three Pure Ones.

And below, there was the entire Witch Clan.