Xuanming had actually been injured, though her wounds were nowhere near as severe as Zhurong's or Goumang's.
Xuanming had now broken through to the mid Quasi-Saint stage, and her Nine Revolutions Mystic Art had reached the perfection of the seventh revolution. Though they all possessed Ancestral Witch True Forms, hers was far stronger than those of early Quasi-Saint stage Ancestral Witches such as Goumang and Zhurong.
Even so, enduring the impact of the Chaos Qi within the Pangu Banner had taken its toll on Xuanming. It was simply her temperament as an Ancestral Witch that kept her from showing it.
"Die!"
Xuanming closed in, her fist thousands of feet across wreathed in the dense aura of the Rain Law as it suddenly descended, smashing straight toward Yuanshi.
"Die at this Ancestral Witch's hands!"
Seeing Xuanming withstand the Pangu Banner's attack the moment she struck, Zhurong felt deeply disgruntled.
He had been born before Xuanming, so why couldn't he withstand the impact of the Chaos Qi?
He was unhappy!
Extremely unhappy.
As for Goumang, he was even more unhappy.
Back at the Pangu Hall on Mount Buzhou, Xuanming had already dismissed him as a weakling. Now, after fighting Yuanshi for so long without getting anywhere, he had watched Xuanming charge straight up to Yuanshi the moment she arrived.
Didn't that make him look even more like a weakling?
"Kill!"
Goumang roared. The dense aura of the Wood Law around him surged into the heavens, and the Azure Dragon formed from the Wood Law beneath his feet merged with him at that instant. An incomparably savage aura erupted as he weathered the impact of the Chaos Qi and lunged at Yuanshi.
"Is our second brother going all out?"
Not far away, Dijiang, who had been slacking off, froze when he saw the