"Eldest Brother, should we intervene?"
Hundreds of millions of miles from Mount Buzhou, Houtu's figure quietly emerged, surrounded by ten figures whose auras were just as terrifying.
"Why intervene now? Haven't you noticed that Laozi and Tongtian haven't made a move yet? Let that brat Goumang keep stirring things up. Ideally, Laozi and Tongtian will both join in. Then we brothers can attack together without being accused of ganging up on fewer opponents."
Dijiang was devious to the core.
Let them fight. Goumang was the Ancestral Witch of Yi Wood, born with thick skin and tough flesh. A few beatings would hardly hurt him.
"Mm."
The other nine Ancestral Witches wore expressions of wholehearted agreement.
It was only a beating. It wasn't as though Goumang had never taken one before.
Although Goumang ranked second among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, he had always been at the bottom when it came to strength...
Over the years, he had taken plenty of beatings from his fellow Ancestral Witches.
"Ooh, that felt good! Finally, you did more than scratch this Ancestral Witch's itch."
At the bottom of the enormous crater, Goumang rose to his feet, covered in dust and dirt. A large section of his chest had caved in, and dense Yi Wood divine light streamed from his body, constantly repairing his injuries.
Goumang was injured, but his tongue remained merciless.
Every other word out of his mouth was "Yuanshi, you brat." Yuanshi was so furious that he wanted to charge over and tear Goumang's mouth apart.
Goumang's tongue was merciless, but his injuries were real.
That finally made Yuanshi feel he had salvaged some dignity. He flicked his sleeves, assumed the bearing of an enlightened master, and spoke with a cold snort.
"Hmph! What utter nonsense!"
How dare a mere Ancestral Witch challenge my authority?
He was simply courting death.
But before he could finish showing off-
Goumang's next remark nearly made him spit blood.
"Can none of you Three Pure Ones put up a fight? Why send out a spineless shrimp like you?"
In less than a moment, the injuries to Goumang's chest had already mostly healed.
"You infuriate me!"
"You infuriate me!!"
Celestial Venerable Yuanshi's hair and beard bristled. Abandoning all concern for the bearing of an enlightened master, he raised the Three Treasures Ruyi and smashed it down at Goumang's head.
All he wanted now was to tear Goumang's mouth apart.
As for his dignified bearing-
That could wait until after he had torn it apart!!!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Thunderous crashes rang out one after another.
Goumang and Yuanshi battled fiercely in the skies above Mount Kunlun.
"Eldest Brother, this Ancestral Witch really is a pest. He can't win the fight, yet his mouth is still so damn obnoxious. Even I want to step in."
On Mount Kunlun, Tongtian sat fuming on his cultivation platform.
Laozi's expression was dark as well, but he showed no intention of interfering.
After all, none of the other Twelve Ancestral Witches had appeared yet. If they joined Yuanshi, who already held the upper hand, to deal with Goumang now-
What would the entire Primordial World think of the Three Pure Ones afterward?
Despite Laozi's air of serenity and nonaction, he was actually even more aloof and proud than Yuanshi!
He simply did not show it!
Seeing Laozi's attitude, Tongtian wisely shut his mouth and stopped paying attention to the commotion outside.
"Laozi and Tongtian really can stomach a lot! If someone pointed at my nose and cursed me like that, I, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, would take up the Eastern Emperor Bell and fight him to the death!"
On the Sun Star, Eastern Emperor Taiyi felt an inexplicable surge of irritation as he watched Goumang's obnoxious antics.
"As long as the Twelve Ancestral Witches don't attack together, Laozi and Tongtian won't intervene. Just sit back and watch!"
Daochen grinned, took some spirit fruits and spirit wine out of his personal storage space, and shared them with Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi before grabbing a spirit fruit and digging in himself.
"Eldest Brother, what are you...?"
Dijun stared at the spirit fruits and spirit wine in surprise.
"Watching a show without something to snack on is no fun."
Daochen waved a hand dismissively.
If the Primordial World had happy fatty soda, he would have gotten some to drink.
Only happy fatty soda was the perfect companion for watching a show!
Seeing Daochen turn back toward Mount Buzhou, Dijun did not know whether to laugh or cry.
"Why haven't Laozi and Tongtian made a move yet?"
Hundreds of millions of miles away, Zhurong was growing impatient as he watched the battle.
He was waiting for his chance to beat up the Three Pure Ones.
Why was there still no movement???
"What's the rush? Look at that little brat Goumang. Isn't he having a great time fighting?"
Dijiang waved a hand and spoke casually.
Far away, high in the heavens.
"Yuanshi, you brat, didn't you... ow, that hurts... didn't you get your milk or something? Put some strength into it! Make your grandpa here comfortable, and I'll reward you with a couple of Xiantian Spiritual Treasures."
Goumang darted up and down, constantly dodging Yuanshi's Three Treasures Ruyi while keeping up an endless stream of curses and taunts.
Whenever Yuanshi let his guard down, he might even sneak in a blow or two.
"Bastard! Stop using the Yi Wood Law if you've got any guts!!"
Watching Goumang's injuries heal completely in an instant, Yuanshi trembled with rage.
He could not kill Goumang no matter how hard he hit him, and the incessant babbling never stopped. It was more revolting than swallowing a lump of shit.
"If I had the Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner in hand, I would have subdued you long ago, you vile creature! How could I possibly let you spout such nonsense here?!"
Yuanshi swept his broad sleeve, and the Three Treasures Ruyi smashed toward Goumang once again.
The thought of Daochen snatching away the Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner sent another pang through Yuanshi's heart.
His attacks grew increasingly vicious.
I might not be able to beat Daochen, but surely I could beat you, Goumang!
It had to be said that Yuanshi was very powerful indeed.
Without Daochen, Laozi would have been the only one in the entire Primordial World who could surpass him.
Even Eastern Emperor Taiyi was no match for him without the Chaos Bell.
The Three Treasures Ruyi surged with overwhelming might. Every strike carried the terrifying power to shatter stars, driving Goumang back again and again.
After their fierce battle, every part of Mount Kunlun had been reduced to ruins except for the Three Pure Ones Realm, where Laozi and Tongtian cultivated in seclusion.
Even its recovery would take hundreds of millions of years.
Bang!
Caught off guard, Goumang was smashed headfirst into the ground by the Three Treasures Ruyi. His enormous true Ancestral Witch form stuck upside down in the earth, crushing countless mountains.
"Die!"
Delight surged through Yuanshi. With a sweep of his broad sleeve, an enormous hand that blotted out the sky and sun appeared in the air and grabbed straight at Goumang.
At the same time, the Three Treasures Ruyi erupted with boundless clear light once more and hurtled toward Goumang's heart.
By this point in the battle, Yuanshi had realized that all of Goumang's Yi Wood Law originated from his heart.
To destroy Goumang completely, he had to pierce that heart!
Seeing the Three Treasures Ruyi hurtling toward his heart, Goumang was alarmed. The two Yi Wood Azure Dragons beneath his feet let out a heaven-shaking roar, trying to evade the Three Treasures Ruyi.
But the enormous hand formed from magical power had already seized him.
No matter how he struggled, he could not break free.
"Die!"
Yuanshi roared, pouring all the magical power in his body into the Three Treasures Ruyi.
As Yuanshi continued channeling his magical power into it, the Three Treasures Ruyi blazed with azure light that flooded the heavens, and its speed increased severalfold as it hurtled toward Goumang.
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