"Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by this?"
After a moment of silence, Dijiang asked in an icy voice.
Everyone knew that the Pangu Divine Hall was the Witch Clan's supreme sacred treasure, formed from Pangu's heart. To the Witch Clan, calling it a second Pangu would be no exaggeration.
Yet Daochen actually wanted them to stake the Pangu Divine Hall on a wager.
Wasn't he showing far too little regard for their Witch Clan?!
Not only Dijiang, but the other eleven Ancestral Witches also wore utterly frosty expressions.
The Witch Clan could be insulted, but Pangu could not!
Forget the Three Lights Divine Water-even for a Chaos Supreme Treasure, their Witch Clan would never trade it away!
"You want a fight?"
As Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi watched the Ancestral Witches' auras climb one after another, their expressions abruptly turned cold as well.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Three Xiantian Spiritual Treasures wreathed in endless divine radiance appeared above Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi's heads.
They were none other than the Chaos Bell and the River Chart and Luo Writing!
Beneath their dazzling immortal light, Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi stood like peerless war gods, looking down imperiously upon the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Daochen had indeed overstepped by asking the Witch Clan to stake the Pangu Divine Hall, but if they wanted to attack him, they would first have to ask whether his brothers agreed!
"What happened?"
"Why did they suddenly start fighting?"
"Who would have thought? Instead of fighting the Three Pure Ones, the Twelve Ancestral Witches are going after Daochen and his brothers first."
"Compared to the Three Pure Ones, I have more faith in Daochen and his brothers. Nothing could be better than having them curb the Twelve Ancestral Witches' arrogance!"
In the distant void, some mighty figures