At those words, Dijiang froze.
What trick was Daochen trying to pull now?
The last time he had used Goumang to challenge Daochen, Dijiang had lost a cultivation spot in Pangu Hall.
Now Daochen wanted to raise the stakes again. What was he after?
Not just Dijiang, but the many mighty figures of the Primordial World present also looked at Daochen in astonishment.
Anyone could tell that the Killing Intent Crystals Dijiang had produced were absolutely first-rate heavenly treasures for tempering the body.
Yet Daochen actually called them inadequate.
What a boast!
Daochen beckoned, and ten Jade-Clean Bottles wreathed in rich divine essence instantly appeared in his hand. They contained precisely the Three Lights Divine Water he had brought out for his wager with Goumang last time.
Only this time, the quantity was dozens of times greater!
He had practically brought out all the Three Lights Divine Water he had seized from the Three Immortal Islands Secret Realm.
"Fellow Daoist, what is this?"
A strange gleam flashed through Dijiang's eyes as he watched Daochen produce so much Three Lights Divine Water at once.
This was far more than Daochen had offered last time!
Goumang's defeat at Daochen's hands had cost the Twelve Ancestral Witches their chance at the Three Lights Divine Water, leaving Dijiang frustrated for a long time. He had never expected Daochen to bring it out again!
And in such enormous quantities, too.
Not just Dijiang, but several other Ancestral Witches also revealed a trace of covetousness in their eyes.
The Demons' surprise attack had cost the Witch Clan more than a quarter of its members. Although Pangu Hall was continually giving birth to new clansmen, recovering their full strength would still take long ages.
After all, what truly mattered to the Witch Clan was not its population,