"A thousand years have passed now. When will Eldest Brother come out of seclusion?"
Outside Pangu Hall, Eastern Emperor Taiyi spoke with an anxious expression.
After all, this was Mount Buzhou, the Witch Clan's territory. If Dijiang stirred up trouble while Daochen was in seclusion, he and Dijun might not be able to handle it with their strength alone.
"What's the hurry? We need only wait here in peace."
Dijun shook his head, unconcerned.
Had it not been for their earlier sparring match, he really would have worried that the Twelve Ancestral Witches might strike a treacherous blow while Daochen was in seclusion. But Daochen had already defeated the Pangu True Form with the Innate Five Elements Formation and his many supreme treasures.
Unless Dijiang wanted the fish to die and the net to tear, he would never attack Daochen at a time like this.
Even in the worst case, although the two of them were no match for the Pangu True Form, they could still hold it off for a while if a fight truly broke out.
How could Daochen fail to notice then?
With Daochen occupying Pangu Hall for nearly a thousand years, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had simply forgone seclusion and drilled the Witch Clan instead.
Their training methods really were unique...
Each of them fought ten Great Shamans and over a hundred Lesser Witches at once.
And every punch struck flesh, every palm slammed straight into their little chests.
Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi watched in utter bewilderment.
It was fortunate that the Witch Clan had thick skin and tough flesh. Who else could withstand a beating like that?
Goumang, in particular, put lethal force into every punch, making the Great Witches howl. Yet they did not dare flee and could only endure his abuse.
Boom!