Not far away, Dijiang noticed Goumang and Zhurong's little antics, and dark lines immediately creased his forehead.
We Twelve Ancestral Witches are the illustrious descendants of Pangu. How did we end up with these two wretched fools?
If so many mighty figures of the Primordial World had not still been watching on Mount Buzhou, Dijiang would have dearly loved to teach those two a harsh lesson.
They were an utter disgrace to the Twelve Ancestral Witches!
The battle between Daochen and Xuanming continued.
As time passed, Daochen's aura did not weaken. Instead, it grew stronger and stronger. His blood and vital energy surged like dragons, and every punch carried towering force, shattering Xuanming's bone spikes one after another.
The longer they fought, the more exhilarated he felt. Every strike left him utterly satisfied!
Daochen was enjoying himself, but Xuanming was ready to curse!
Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, her cultivation was second only to Dijiang's. In contests of physical strength, she had always been the one who sent her opponents scrambling every which way.
Yet against Daochen, she was being completely crushed.
Her composure was beginning to crumble.
Boom!
After meeting Daochen head-on in another exchange, the tremendous recoil flushed Xuanming's face red. Taking advantage of that brief opening, however, she flashed away and appeared directly beside Dijiang.
I'm done!
He's crushing me in every respect. Even if I keep fighting, I can't win!
Daochen had been thoroughly enjoying the fight. Seeing Xuanming stop, he could not help raising an eyebrow.
"Does that mean you've agreed to come with me to the Sun Star?"
Daochen chuckled. The look on his face infuriated Xuanming so much that her teeth ached, and she nearly ground them to pieces.
That expression plainly showed he was looking down on her!
Yet after hesitating for