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Thirty-Three Heavens, Cloud-Spanning Palace.

Dijiang sat upon the Nine Dragon Throne, sensing the Sage's pressure sweeping across Mount Buzhou. A flicker of surprise passed through his eyes.

"Yuanshi?"

Dijiang stroked his chin, a teasing smile curling at the corner of his lips.

"I thought those two bald old fools, Jieyin and Zhunti, would be the first to lose their patience. I never expected it to be the proud and arrogant Yuanshi Tianzun."

"Still, since he has come, I can use him to establish my authority and let all beings of the Primordial World see that Sages aren't invincible either!"

Dijiang rose to his feet, the terrifying mana of a Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal surging through his body. Just as he was about to tear open space and personally meet Yuanshi—

He suddenly stopped. His gaze pierced through layer upon layer of void and fell upon the foot of Mount Buzhou.

"Oh?"

The corners of Dijiang's mouth lifted as he returned to his throne. "It seems I won't need to act personally."

At the foot of Mount Buzhou.

Facing Yuanshi Tianzun's terrifying Sage pressure, the hundred billion Witch Cult disciples had been forced to kneel, yet there was not the slightest hint of submission in their eyes. Instead, they were filled with fury and indignation.

"Impudence!"

At that moment, an angry roar rang out from Pangu Hall. Like an erupting volcano, it instantly tore apart the suffocating Sage pressure.

"Boom!"

A burly figure engulfed in Southern Bright Flame shot into the sky like a meteor, blocking Yuanshi Tianzun's path.

It was Zhu Rong, the Ancestor Witch of Fire!

"Old Yuanshi, why aren't you hiding like a turtle on Kunlun Mountain? What are you barking at on my Mount Buzhou?!"

Holding the Eight-Scenery Palace Lamp, Zhu Rong's flames leaped wildly around