"Looking for a fight?"
Watching Zhurong charge toward her, Xuanming showed not the slightest fear.
As the first of the Twelve Ancestral Witches to reach the late quasi-saint stage, she feared neither Zhurong nor even Dijiang.
Xuanming would never back down!
If one came, she would beat one; if two came, she would beat the pair!
At the same time, Houtu shifted slightly, moving half a step closer to Xuanming.
The moment Zhurong saw Houtu's stance, he panicked.
He could still handle Xuanming alone, at worst taking a few blows.
But if Houtu and Xuanming attacked together...
He would be utterly done for.
Boom!
An enormous hand formed from killing intent suddenly appeared in the air and slapped straight down at Zhurong.
The other Ancestral Shamans jumped at the sight.
They hurriedly retreated to the side.
Everyone knew.
Once Xuanming flew into a rage...
She was a true tigress.
Even Dijiang would probably get beaten if he tried to break up the fight.
"..."
Goumang, who had been sheepishly preparing to intervene, promptly shut his mouth.
Like a quail, he obediently hid to one side, not daring to breathe loudly.
He dreaded getting caught in the fallout.
And becoming a fish caught in someone else's calamity.
Even though this whole affair had started because of him...
As Xuanming attacked, Houtu struck almost simultaneously. The ponderous power of the law of earth suddenly manifested within the Pangu Hall, forming towering mountains a hundred thousand feet tall that crashed down to suppress Zhurong.
Fortunately, this was the Pangu Divine Hall.
Otherwise, given the Twelve Ancestral Witches' explosive tempers, never mind an ordinary palace-even Hongjun's Purple Heavens Palace would probably have been torn apart.
Rumble...
The ground shook and the mountains trembled.
Xuanming alone was enough to give Zhurong a bitter cup to