Arrogant Yuanshi, Twelve Capitals Divine Baleful Formation!

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, within the Spirit-Gathering Formation.

Trillions of living beings had been immersed in cultivation and listening to the Dao when, suddenly, a terrifying pressure as vast as an abyss and carrying an air of lofty supremacy descended from the heavens, instantly blanketing all of Mount Buzhou.

"What is going on?!"

"What a terrifying aura! Could some mighty expert be attacking?"

Countless living beings raised their heads in terror. In the eastern sky, a middle-aged Daoist with a cold, stern face, clad in a Jade Clarity Daoist robe, strode through the air.

A canopy of auspicious clouds hovered above his head, and he held the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi in his hand. Profound Quasi-Saint Dao rhythms circled his body, making him seem like an unrivaled god looking down upon the countless beings below.

"A bunch of fur-clad, horned creatures, born damp or hatched from eggs—how dare you linger in the sacred land of Mount Buzhou? You are simply tarnishing Father God's prestige!"

Yuanshi Tianzun looked at the densely packed beings below, their auras muddled and impure, and undisguised disgust and contempt flashed through his eyes.

He let out a cold snort, and the pressure of the Early Quasi-Saint Realm poured down without restraint.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Countless low-cultivation beings below were struck as though by lightning beneath that pressure. They spat blood and collapsed to the ground, their eyes filled with despair and terror.

"Insolence!"

At that moment, an angry roar rang out from Pangu Hall, like rolling heavenly thunder, instantly shattering Yuanshi Tianzun's pressure.

Whoosh!

Space split apart. Dijiang appeared in midair with the other eleven Ancestral Witches, like twelve ancient demon gods, facing Yuanshi Tianzun from afar.

"Yuanshi, instead of staying put on Kunlun Mountain, you came to Mount Buzhou to run wild. Did you not get beaten badly enough back then?"

Zhu Rong stepped forward. Southern Bright Flame burst forth around his entire body as he controlled the pressure he released, using it only to stand evenly against Yuanshi Tianzun's Quasi-Saint pressure.

"Hmph! A pack of barbarians who know nothing of the heavenly order!"

At the sight of Zhu Rong, blazing fury immediately ignited in Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes as old grievances and fresh hatred surged into his heart.

"Back then, you relied on your numbers to seize my opportunity and humiliate me beyond measure!

"Today, I have severed my Evil Corpse and attained the great Dao of the Quasi-Saint. I will make you understand who the true Pangu Orthodox Lineage is!"

"The great Dao of the Quasi-Saint?"

Zhu Rong could not help but sneer. "You merely borrowed an external object to sever one corpse and gained your realm through trickery, yet you dare spout such shameless boasts before us?"

"Arrogant!"

Yuanshi Tianzun flew into a rage. What he hated most was others looking down on his Dao.

"Since you seek death, this Daoist will grant your wish!"

"Divine thunder, descend!"

Yuanshi Tianzun suddenly swung the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi in his hand, and vast swathes of purple thunderclouds instantly gathered in the sky.

Countless Jade Clarity Divine Thunders as thick as mountains, containing the aura of destruction, hacked down upon the Twelve Ancestral Witches like a torrential rainstorm.

"Playing with lightning?"

"You are still too green!"

Qiang Liang gave a cold laugh. Rather than retreating, he advanced, charging straight into the divine thunder filling the heavens.

The muscles across his body bulged like coiled dragons as the Law of Lightning operated madly. He actually opened his mouth wide and swallowed every descending divine thunder into his belly like a giant whale drawing in water!

"Burp—"

Qiang Liang let out a satisfied burp, exhaled a purple smoke ring, and looked mockingly at Yuanshi Tianzun. "Not bad. It just lacks a little kick."

"You!"

Yuanshi Tianzun's expression changed. He had never expected his prized Jade Clarity Divine Thunder to be neutralized so easily.

"Stop wasting words with him. Let me teach him how to behave!"

Zhu Rong shouted and transformed into a flame giant tens of thousands of zhang tall. Wielding a colossal fist ablaze with Southern Bright Flame, he smashed it viciously toward Yuanshi Tianzun.

"Guard!"

Yuanshi Tianzun did not dare be careless. He hurriedly activated the auspicious clouds above his head, causing tens of thousands of immortal radiances to descend and form an impregnable barrier of light.

Bang!

The giant fist struck the barrier, erupting with an earth-shaking boom.

The Jade Clarity Immortal Radiance shook violently. Though it blocked the attack, the terrifying force still sent Yuanshi Tianzun staggering back several steps, his blood and qi churning.

"How could this be?!"

A stormy sea rose in Yuanshi Tianzun's heart.

He was a Quasi-Saint!

Though he had only severed one corpse, his mana flowed endlessly and far surpassed that of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

Yet Zhu Rong before him had clearly not severed a corpse. Why was his strength so terrifying, even faintly overpowering him?!

"Is this the great Dao of the Quasi-Saint you are so proud of?"

Gonggong sneered from the side. "You cannot even withstand a single punch from a brute like Zhu Rong. What a disgrace!"

"Bastard!"

Yuanshi Tianzun was enraged. He suddenly struck the auspicious clouds above his head, and a figure identical to himself in appearance yet overflowing with boundless Killing Intent rushed out from his body.

It was precisely the Evil Corpse he had severed—the Jade Pure Daoist!

"Daoist Jade Pure, lend me your strength and suppress these barbarians!" Yuanshi Tianzun shouted.

"Very well!"

The Jade Pure Daoist held an immortal sword of the highest-grade Innate Spirit Treasure rank. He and Yuanshi Tianzun attacked from left and right, closing in on Zhu Rong.

"Oh? Calling in help now?"

Zhu Rong showed no fear. Instead, he grew even more excited. "Good! Today, your grandpa will beat both of you until you are crawling everywhere looking for your teeth!"

"Zhu Rong, stand down."

Just as Zhu Rong was about to go all out, Dijiang's calm voice suddenly rang out.

"Big Brother?" Zhu Rong froze, reluctantly halting his movements.

"Since he came looking for the twelve of us, if you steal all the glory by yourself, would the brothers not have nothing left to play with?"

A teasing sneer curled across Dijiang's lips as his gaze swept over the other Ancestral Witches. "Who wants to play with this 'Pangu Orthodox Lineage'?"

"I'll go!"

"Let me!"

"Big Brother, I have long found him an eyesore!"

For a moment, Gonggong, Jumang, Ru Shou, and the others all volunteered. Each rubbed his fists and flexed his palms, looking at Yuanshi Tianzun as though he were an excellent punching bag.

Yuanshi Tianzun trembled with rage, his face turning livid.

He was a mighty Quasi-Saint, yet these barbarians actually treated him as a toy they could knead and squeeze at will?!

"You go too far! Even if this Daoist must stake his life today, I will make you pay the price!"

Yuanshi Tianzun completely erupted. His aura linked with that of the Evil Corpse Jade Pure Daoist as he drove the mana of the Early Quasi-Saint Realm to its limit, preparing to unleash his strongest attack.

"Enough. Stop fighting over it."

Dijiang waved a hand, halting the Ancestral Witches' scramble.

"Since he keeps claiming that he is the Pangu Orthodox Lineage, then let us use the formation passed down by Father God to teach him what the true Pangu Orthodox Lineage is!"

"Twelve Capitals Divine Baleful Formation, rise!"

Though Zhu Rong and the others were puzzled by Dijiang's order, none of them questioned it.

Boom—!!!

The Twelve Ancestral Witches instantly took their positions according to the twelve earthly branches.

Twelve Primordial Golden Immortal auras, born of the same origin yet each controlling different Great Dao laws, intertwined and fused perfectly in midair.

In an instant, heaven and earth changed color, and sun and moon lost their light.

Endless Killing Intent and the power of laws gathered madly. A phantom billions upon billions of zhang tall, its muscles knotted like dragons and radiating the supreme pressure of creation itself, slowly took shape above Mount Buzhou.