Sure enough, as soon as Daochen said those words, the expressions on the faces of the Twelve Ancestral Witches-and even the ordinary members of the Witch Clan-became quite a sight.
With physical strength alone?
Without using magical power?
Who in the entire Primordial World did not know that the Witch Clan cultivated their bodies, not their primordial spirits?
Daochen actually wanted to compete with them in physical strength?
And against an Ancestral Witch, at that?
"What medicine is Daochen hiding in his gourd? He actually wants to compete with an Ancestral Witch in physical strength?"
"Who cares? Someone's giving our Witch Clan Three Lights Divine Water for free. Isn't that a good thing?"
"It is, but I just feel this isn't that simple."
"What's there to worry about? All we have to do is wait to cultivate with the Three Lights Divine Water."
For a time, murmurs of discussion rose throughout the Witch Clan, and the looks everyone gave Daochen were quite a sight.
Not only the Witch Clan, but even the mighty figures of the Primordial World waiting to see Daochen fight the Twelve Ancestral Witches were somewhat dumbfounded.
A moment ago, swords had been drawn and bows strung, with a fight ready to erupt at any instant. How had things turned into this?
A sparring match?
Without even using magical power?
This was simply...
The Greater Demons of the Demon Race looked as though they had lost their parents. They had thought someone would finally back them up, but now it seemed they had simply been dreaming in broad daylight.
Daochen wasn't falling into their trap!
They would still have to rely on themselves to stand against the Witch Clan!
"Fellow Daoist, do you truly intend to spar with us Twelve Ancestral Witches using physical strength alone?"