Yes, his teeth ached!
Jieyin sat cross-legged atop the Twelfth-Rank Merit Lotus Platform, myriad rays of Buddhist light radiating around him. The golden Twelfth-Rank Merit Golden Lotus blotted out the sky and sun, merging with that light into a golden barrier that enveloped all of Mount Sumeru.
Even as Tianwu manifested his Ancestral Witch True Form, his eight enormous heads summoning wind, thunder, rain, and lightning to bombard it relentlessly, the barrier remained as steady as Mount Tai.
Whenever Tianwu let his guard slip, the Six-Sense-Purifying Bamboo would even land a vicious blow on him.
He was clearly struggling just to fend it off.
The sight made Goumang's teeth ache a little, too!
Last time, when they had fought the Three Pure Ones on Mount Kunlun, Laozi's Taiji Diagram had left the Ancestral Witches utterly helpless. Now Jieyin was doing the same thing.
How were they supposed to fight this?
It was true that the Twelve Ancestral Witches possessed formidable defenses thanks to their Ancestral Witch True Forms, but when they encountered cultivators equally renowned for defense...
All they could do was stare helplessly!
"Benefactors, the Western Land is a place apart from worldly affairs. Your Witch Clan warriors are not on my Mount Sumeru. Please return whence you came."
Seated cross-legged on the Dao Platform, Jieyin spoke with a solemn expression.
Like Zhunti, he could not admit it even if it killed him. Otherwise, the two of them would lose every last scrap of face.
"You bald bastard! Still refusing to admit it? Do you really think I wouldn't dare tear down your Mount Sumeru?"
Goumang was so furious his liver hurt.
He had seen shameless people before, but never anyone this shameless.
Had Nüwa not told him about this herself, Goumang might actually have turned around and left.