Don't Come Any Closer!

They had arrived!

A cold smile tugged at Di Jiang's lips as he thought to himself.

Two travel-worn figures were approaching from afar.

Just as Haotian and Yaochi completely shut the gates—

The two figures entered as well.

They were none other than the two from the Western Lands—Jie Yin and Zhun Ti.

The two cupped their hands toward everyone and said,

"Please forgive us, fellow Daoists!"

"My junior brother and I have come from the distant Western Lands. The journey was long, and we were delayed for a while."

All the divine beings watched coldly. Only Hong Yun nodded and smiled at them.

Meanwhile, Di Jiang sat at the front, watching them with a faint, ambiguous smile.

Seeing that no one responded, the two did not make fools of themselves and continued speaking.

They then surveyed the scene and discovered that the six seats at the very front were the most extraordinary.

Zhun Ti's eyes shifted as he sent a voice transmission to Jie Yin.

"Senior Brother! Look at those six Meditation Cushions ahead..."

Having cultivated together for many years, the two brothers understood each other perfectly. Jie Yin quickly grasped Zhun Ti's meaning and sent back,

"You mean..."

Zhun Ti nodded secretly. His face immediately filled with sorrow, and in a near-crying tone, he slowly said,

"Oh, woe is us! My senior brother and I have traveled all the way from the distant Western Lands, only to find that there are no seats here. Would any fellow Daoist be kind enough—"

"To give up a seat for us brothers?"

Jie Yin nodded beside him as if in agreement.

How could these Innate Divine Saints be softhearted people?

How could they possibly be moved by Jie Yin and Zhun Ti's few words?

Seeing this, Hong Yun was about to stand and offer up his seat.

Zhen Yuanzi promptly pulled him back and sent him a voice transmission.

"Hong Yun! What are you doing?"

Hong Yun replied through voice transmission, "Dao Brother! I think they are rather pitiful!"

"Why not give them our seats?"

"I can share a seat with you."

Zhen Yuanzi looked at Hong Yun with exasperation and sent back through gritted teeth,

"Sit down! Even if someone gives up a seat, it will not be you!"

"Watch what happens first!"

Hong Yun nodded helplessly.

Zhen Yuanzi stared closely at Hong Yun, sighing inwardly that the latter truly never gave anyone peace of mind.

When Zhun Ti saw that none of the divine beings reacted, his eyes turned again. He looked at the faintly smiling Di Jiang, stepped forward, and said,

"Fellow Daoist, would you be willing to give your seat to us brothers?"

"If you do, we will repay you handsomely."

Di Jiang had not expected those two shameless men from the Western Lands to set their sights on his seat.

He looked at them with a half-smile and slowly said,

"What if I refuse?"

The other Ancestral Witches behind him were about to rise and berate the two men from the Western Lands, determined to teach them a lesson.

But Di Jiang stopped them in time.

He wanted to see what tricks these two from the Western Lands could come up with.

The other divine beings all watched the two men with strange expressions.

They all knew that Di Jiang was the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. He was immensely powerful, and no one dared provoke him lightly. But the two latecomers from the Western Lands did not know that.

All the divine beings thought those two were truly bold!

Zhun Ti smiled faintly, drew out the Seven Treasures Wondrous Tree, and swung it toward Di Jiang.

"Then it is not up to you, Fellow Daoist!"

The instant Zhun Ti attacked—

Jie Yin also took out the Jieyin Treasure Canopy to prevent Di Jiang from taking the opportunity to escape.

The Seven Treasures Wondrous Tree released streams of divine radiance, which converged and shot toward Di Jiang.

Zhun Ti was clearly trying to blast Di Jiang off his seat!

"Fellow Daoist! I'll help you!"

Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun sent voice transmissions to Di Jiang.

"No need!"

"But thank you."

Di Jiang replied through voice transmission as well. Then he snorted coldly, and cyan-black wings appeared behind him.

With a beat of his wings, spatial turbulence coiled around his feathers. His wings suddenly swept forward, and hundreds of millions of Spatial Blades tore through the void, surging toward Zhun Ti.

The Spatial Blades collided with the Seven Treasures Divine Radiance.

A thunderous roar erupted.

The hundreds of millions of Spatial Blades swiftly extinguished Zhun Ti's Seven Treasures Divine Radiance and rushed toward him. Zhun Ti's face changed dramatically, and he hurriedly dodged.

He had originally underestimated Di Jiang, believing the latter's cultivation to be inferior to his own.

But now, it was clear that Di Jiang's cultivation had reached the Late-Stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm.

Di Jiang merely sneered.

Ever since he had gained control of the Earthly Dao Treasured Mirror—

His cultivation had grown increasingly profound!

Whether it was his physical cultivation or his Primordial Spirit cultivation—

Together, they allowed him to unleash strength far beyond that of a Late-Stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

Who had ever heard of an Ancestral Witch possessing a Primordial Spirit?

If Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao learned of it, they would likely be unable to sit still.

Naturally, Di Jiang was not afraid of being exposed.

The Earthly Dao Treasured Mirror could conceal heavenly secrets.

Or rather, the Earthly Dao Treasured Mirror was the manifestation of the Earthly Dao itself. It stood on the same level as the Heavenly Dao, so how could the Heavenly Dao peer into it?

Zhun Ti's face paled. In his haste, he could not gather enough power to protect himself.

"Junior Brother!"

Jie Yin was equally alarmed and hurriedly activated the Jieyin Treasure Canopy.

In an instant, the Jieyin Treasure Canopy bloomed with seven-colored divine light. The Innate Spirit-Gold Banner Pole was engraved with mysterious runes, while the pearl atop the canopy spewed forth a beam of light that surged toward Di Jiang.

Di Jiang sneered and gathered an immeasurable number of Spatial Blades once more.

The Spatial Blades again tore apart Jie Yin's beam of light and swept toward him.

Then they slammed into him viciously.

Jie Yin and Zhun Ti were sent flying, crashing heavily onto the ground. They opened their mouths and spat out pale golden blood.

They had clearly suffered serious injuries!

Everyone's hearts jolted at the sight.

The way they looked at Di Jiang was filled with wariness.

Dijun frowned slightly.

Taiyi clenched his fists as well.

Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun were dumbfounded.

Seeing this, the other Ancestral Witches all looked toward Di Jiang and said, "Big Brother!"

Di Jiang sneered and waved his hand. "Go!"

The Ancestral Witches strode toward the two men from the Western Lands with cruel grins.

Jie Yin and Zhun Ti shouted sharply, "What are you doing?"

Zhurong grinned viciously.

"What are we doing?"

"You tried to seize our big brother's seat."

"And you still ask what we are doing?"

Xuanming's pretty face was icy as she shouted,

"Why waste words with them? Beat them!"

Jie Yin and Zhun Ti cried, "Don't come any closer!"

But why would the eleven Ancestral Witches listen to them? Other than their own big brother, they listened to no one.

Even Hongjun could not make them yield.

At once, the Ancestral Witches began punching and kicking the two men from the Western Lands.

The two men screamed endlessly.

The Ancestral Witches showed no mercy at all!

Their blows were viciously heavy!

Zhun Ti cried, "Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!"

Jie Yin cried, "Easy! Don't hit my face! Don't hit my face!"

Their screams rose and fell without pause.

They had utterly lost all face.

The divine beings watching felt their scalps tingle.

Why were these Ancestral Witches so reckless?

They were not to be provoked!

Seeing that it was about enough, Di Jiang spoke.

"Enough! Stop!"

Only then did the Ancestral Witches stop. Zhurong even spat at them and said,

"Pah! What trash!"

Then they returned to their seats in the second row.

Naturally, Hongjun sensed what had happened here.

Deep within Zixiao Palace, the entire scene lay before his eyes.

"There is something strange about the Ancestral Witches!"

Hongjun looked at Di Jiang and the other Ancestral Witches, his face filled with uncertainty.