News of the Eastern Prince's injury spread throughout the Primordial World.
As the Chief Male Immortal of the Primordial World, personally appointed by Hongjun, he enjoyed great renown throughout the Primordial World.
Especially over the past thousand years, with the rise of the Heavenly Court, he had become the most prominent figure in the entire Primordial World apart from the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
But when the many mighty beings of the Primordial World learned that Daochen had injured the Eastern Prince, their initial surprise gave way to the feeling that he had simply been courting death.
Of all the people he could have provoked, why choose that harbinger of calamity, Daochen? Even the Three Pure Ones, the Dao Ancestor's direct disciples, had suffered at his hands. What chance did the Eastern Prince have?
Meanwhile.
"Eldest Brother, now that the Eastern Prince is gravely injured, I say we take our Witch Clan warriors and seize this chance to storm Mount Dongyang and wipe out that bastard!"
Inside Pangu Hall, Zhurong, who had already recovered, spoke with a face full of vicious anger.
Ever since Yangmei had injured him, he had spent thousands of years recuperating in Pangu Hall. When he learned that the Eastern Prince had taken advantage of the Twelve Ancestral Witches' grievous injuries to rally the Primordial World's Ten Thousand Clans and seize the Witch Clan's territory, he would have stormed Mount Dongyang long ago if Dijiang had not held him back.
Now that Daochen had injured the Eastern Prince, the urge Dijiang had forcibly suppressed in him began stirring again.
"Exactly! While the Eastern Prince is gravely injured, we should wipe out his Heavenly Court outright. Then wouldn't the entire Primordial World be ours to command?"
For once, Gonggong sang the same tune as Zhurong.
"Eldest Brother, I