Inviting Greater Demons like us to your Witch Clan's ceremony?
What did that mean? Wasn't it just a way to put us in our place?
To make us behave?
You might be able to swallow this damned humiliation, but I, Nine-Headed Origin Spirit, couldn't.
"I, Red Flood Dragon Demon Sage, will not go."
"I, Five-Yang True Person, will not go."
"Whoever wants to go can go. I, Red Flame, certainly won't."
It was not just Nine-Headed Origin Spirit. Several other equally hot-tempered Greater Demons bluntly refused as well.
As the Greater Demons spoke up one after another, the atmosphere across Mount Dongyang abruptly plunged to freezing point.
The Immortal Court had been destroyed. In the Primordial World, only the Demon Race and the Witch Clan could still be counted as major powers.
After this battle, everyone had thought these two behemoths would leave each other in peace for a few years. No one had expected that, barely after the Eastern Prince's death, the Witch-Demon clans would clash head-on again.
"Nine-Headed Origin Spirit, do you really think we Twelve Ancestral Witches care whether your Demon Race comes?"
"If you refuse to accept us Twelve Ancestral Witches establishing the Ten Thousand Witch Ancestral Court, then I, Zhurong, stand here today. Come fight me!"
Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the famously fiery-tempered Zhurong and Shebishi spoke up in succession.
With a shake of their bodies, two Ancestral Witch True Forms, each a million zhang tall, abruptly appeared between heaven and earth.
"Then let's fight! Better to die fighting with my head held high than drag out this miserable existence. Today, I'll see just what you Twelve Ancestral Witches are capable of!"
Nine-Headed Origin Spirit was vicious-tempered himself. Faced with Zhurong's outright challenge, he showed no fear. With a shake of his body,