"Is this fellow one of our Witch Race lads? What is he doing?"
The hot-tempered Fire Ancestor Zhurong spoke.
The burly man stood a full three meters tall, with a mane of fiery red hair that did not hang smoothly, but streamed and blazed like burning flames. He wore crimson armor refined from the hide of a Primordial Flame Divine Dragon. Since that dragon had been a quasi-saint in life, the armor rivaled an Acquired Supreme Treasure.
Three divine rings of flame shrouded his back, behind which stood a mighty, imposing manifestation with a beast's head and a human body, covered in red scales, with fire snakes threaded through its ears and fire dragons beneath its feet.
But now, Jiang Ming, this junior of the Witch Race, had angered him so badly that smoke all but poured from his seven orifices. He wished he could enter the Mountains and Rivers State-Society Map, dig Jiang Ming out of the ground, and teach him a harsh lesson.
"Hahaha, this lad named Hou Yi is quite something. I like him."
At that moment, Heavenly Emperor Di Jun deliberately pointed at Hou Yi and smiled in satisfaction.
Being able to infuriate Fire Ancestor Zhurong, one of his mortal enemies among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, to this extent was a talent of Jiang Ming's. It made Di Jun find him much more pleasing to the eye.
Of course, he did not know that the one eating wife cakes was his daughter. Otherwise, he would not have thought that way.
Inside the Mountains and Rivers State-Society Map, Heng'e watched Jiang Ming lie down to rest after eating and drinking his fill. She could not help asking, "Aren't you going to act? Are you confident you can fight the ten Golden Crow Emperor's Sons outside? If this