The mighty figures of the Primordial World stood rooted to the spot.
Daochen already knew what was on their minds.
Shaking his head, Daochen sneered. "Fists and feet have no eyes. If you wish to seize this opportunity, you had better have the strength for it. Otherwise, if you die and your cultivation vanishes with you, you can hardly blame me."
This was his final warning.
And a threat as well!
"Daochen really is fierce."
Not far away, Zhurong, who had been watching the spectacle, could not help voicing his admiration when he heard Daochen's words.
The Witch Clan was born to fight, but for him to stand alone before so many mighty figures of the Primordial World and say something like that...
Zhurong knew he could not do it.
"Of course he is. How could someone who caught my eye be a bungler like you?"
Dijiang folded his arms across his chest and grinned.
He truly respected Daochen.
After all, Daochen had dared to take on Hongjun's disciples single-handedly right in front of him. A mere dozen or so mighty figures of the Primordial World?
A trifling affair!
"Eldest brother, how did Daochen manage to take on the Three Pure Ones alone back then? Laozi's Heaven and Earth’s Yellow Exquisite Pagoda is a real problem!"
Zhurong paused at those words.
They had just fought the Three Pure Ones, after all. He knew perfectly well how troublesome Laozi's Heaven and Earth’s Yellow Exquisite Pagoda was.
"How would I know? He just did it. You should have seen the Three Pure Ones' faces back then-they stank worse than the stones in a cesspit."
Dijiang spoke with a laugh.
He had been there for that battle three thousand years ago, and at the time, he had thought little of it.
Only after fighting the Three Pure Ones himself had he realized just how difficult they were to deal with.
That Heaven and Earth’s Yellow Exquisite Pagoda, in particular, was a turtle shell. Nothing could break through it.
Let alone hurt the Three Pure Ones inside.
Thinking of that, he could not help feeling some admiration for Daochen.
While Dijiang and Zhurong chatted animatedly...
The other ten Ancestral Witches watched Daochen with solemn expressions.
They had long heard Daochen's name, but they had never truly seen him fight.
Deep down, they were even hoping Daochen would give the Three Pure Ones a sound thrashing.
Now that would be satisfying!
Faced with Daochen's threat and the terrifying bloodlust radiating from him, some of the less confident mighty figures of the Primordial World abruptly came to their senses.
Spiritual treasures were wonderful, but if they did not live to claim them...
It was all nonsense!
They glanced at Daochen, then at the Xiantian Gourd Vine in the gorge behind him.
Should we make a move or not?
For a moment, everyone wavered.
"Daochen, aren't you afraid you'll choke to death, trying to swallow treasures like these all by yourself?"
Just then, Yuanshi spoke coldly.
He had always wanted to wipe away the humiliation Daochen had inflicted on him outside the Purple Heavens Palace. Now, at last, he had found his chance.
As his words fell, Yuanshi's aura surged, and the might of a Late Great Luo Golden Immortal erupted from him.
Laozi and Tongtian followed suit, unleashing their own Late Great Luo Golden Immortal auras.
With the Three Pure Ones taking the lead, the other mighty figures of the Primordial World also let their auras surge.
Their boundless might converged and bore down on Daochen.
In an instant, the winds and clouds above Mount Buzhou shifted. Terrifying auras churned the endless clouds as they pressed toward Daochen.
As the Three Pure Ones and the other foremost mighty figures of the Primordial World unleashed their power, the weaker figures' expressions changed.
How were they supposed to compete for this opportunity now?
Even a little spillover from the battle would be more than they could stomach.
One by one, they cast resentful looks at the Late Great Luo Golden Immortals, then left bitterly.
A battle at this level was beyond their reach!
"You dare!"
Daochen gave a low shout and swept his sleeve. An enormous hand appeared in the air and slammed straight toward the combined auras of those foremost mighty figures.
Boom!
The enormous hand collided with their combined auras in midair, unleashing earth-shaking power. Countless boulders weighing tens of thousands of pounds shattered, sand and stones flew, and all of Mount Buzhou seemed to face the end of the world.
"So strong!"
Seeing Daochen shatter the pressure of so many mighty figures' auras with a single raised hand, everyone present was inwardly shocked.
This is getting more and more interesting.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches thought to themselves.
The stronger Daochen was, the happier they became. Whether he belonged to the Demon Race did not matter for now, so long as he could make the Three Pure Ones suffer.
That was enough!
More and more mighty figures of the Primordial World departed, until only its very strongest remained, such as the Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, Zhunti, and Nüwa.
"So, none of you intend to give up?"
Daochen spoke impassively as he looked at the dozen or so foremost mighty figures still present.
"Then we can only settle this with a fight."
Daochen coldly surveyed those familiar faces before him.
"Fellow Daoist, you have misunderstood us. My sister and I have no intention of competing for this opportunity."
Seeing Daochen prepare to strike, Fuxi gave a quiet laugh and pulled a visibly reluctant Nüwa out of the battlefield.
"Brother, why are you pulling me away? That Xiantian Gourd Vine is destined for me. How can I give it up?"
Nüwa looked deeply displeased.
She did not want to become Daochen's enemy, but she wanted even less to abandon the Xiantian Gourd Vine just like that!
Yet just as Nüwa was about to shake off Fuxi's hand, she raised her head and met Daochen's gaze. A chill seized her heart.
She saw undisguised murderous intent in Daochen's eyes. In that instant, cold sweat seemed to drench her entire body, and she instinctively withdrew the foot she had stepped forward.
"Please forgive us, fellow Daoist, please forgive us. I will keep my younger sister in check. We must not become your enemies."
Fuxi gave an apologetic smile and immediately pulled Nüwa farther away.
Hearing Fuxi's words, the mighty figures of the Primordial World were all startled.
There were six supreme xiantian spiritual treasures and a treasure gourd comparable to a xiantian supreme treasure, not to mention the Gourd Vine itself.
Taken together, even Hongjun would likely be tempted.
Yet Fuxi and Nüwa were simply giving them up?
"I, Hongyun, withdraw!"
Seeing Fuxi and Nüwa retreat, Hongyun, who had been inwardly beating the drum of retreat all along, finally decided to give up.
What else could he do? Had they not seen even Nüwa, one of the Primordial World's foremost experts, abandon the contest?
Why should a second-rate mighty figure like him, who could not even match Fuxi, get involved?
That would be like an old god of longevity swallowing arsenic-tired of living too long!
The dozen or so foremost mighty figures who remained, however, did not dwell on Nüwa, Fuxi, and Hongyun's withdrawal.
They merely glanced at them before looking away.
Almost in the next instant, everyone's gaze converged on Daochen.
Compared with Fuxi and Nüwa, or even anyone else present...
Daochen was their true greatest enemy!
"Then you are the only ones left!"
Looking at the ten remaining mighty figures of the Primordial World, Daochen sneered and swept his sleeve. The Heaven Measuring Ruler instantly appeared above his head. As boundless Merit Clear Light flowed around him, he looked like an unparalleled immortal banished from heaven.
Clang!
A clear ring sounded as the God-Slaying Spear appeared in Daochen's hand. With its arrival, an icy wave of killing intent swept toward them.
Daochen's entire bearing changed once more.
If he had been a lethally deadly immortal banished from heaven before, now he was an unrivaled god of slaughter.
Buddha or demon, separated by a single thought; righteous and wicked alike!
Hum!
He raised his hand again, and the Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner and the Earth-Leaving Flame Light Banner appeared before him. Driven by his magical power, they radiated earth-shaking might.
With everything in place, an astounding aura erupted around Daochen, and the might of a Late Great Luo Golden Immortal burst forth.
He said nothing.
Daochen simply stood quietly in the air, looking down imperiously upon everyone before him.
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