"You... you... you have no witchly honor!"
Ancestral Witch Zhurong spoke those words without the slightest hesitation.
He immediately directed his thirty-thousand-meter Ancestral Witch True Form to charge at Gonggong.
As Zhurong's Ancestral Witch True Form swung its fist, the two fire serpents hanging from his ears also rushed toward Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin, each bearing ancestral witch true flame powerful enough to burn through laws.
Though Zhurong's thought processes were exceedingly simple, he had amassed a wealth of combat experience over the countless primordial cycles since his birth.
When he saw his three elder brothers-Gonggong, Zhu Jiuyin, and Dijiang-manifest their respective Ancestral Witch True Forms, Zhurong knew he could not beat them. He had to run!
He was no fool. His three elder brothers had made it perfectly clear that they intended to give him a sound beating. He merely liked fighting, not getting beaten up.
Thus, in the blink of an eye, Zhurong devised a strategy for retreat.
He would briefly interfere with his elder brothers Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin, then seize Gonggong, whose strength was on par with his own, and hammer him relentlessly until an opportunity to escape appeared!
Though Zhurong's plan seemed extraordinarily simple and brutal, it was the product of hundreds of millions of primordial cycles of combat experience.
As long as Gonggong showed even the slightest weakness, he would be able to escape with his life.
He had even decided where he would hide temporarily after escaping.
Yet the one thing Zhurong failed to account for was just how determined these three Ancestral Witches were to beat him up.
The fire serpent Zhurong released to attack Dijiang never even touched the hem of his robes before Dijiang used the power of space law to banish it into the Space Maze.
Even though the