"Ah, why bother?"
Looking at the several human-shaped holes that had appeared in the otherwise perfectly fine hall, Daochen dusted off his hands helplessly.
"You hit them so hard, and now you ask why they bothered?"
Nüwa shot Daochen a reproachful look and pursed her lips.
"You call me heavy-handed? I didn't see you holding back at all when you dealt with your elder brother."
Daochen rolled his eyes at Nüwa, then said, "So, should we now...?"
"Pah, you scoundrel."
Watching Daochen walk toward her just like that, Nüwa gave a soft, disdainful little sound. But in the end, she did not flee outright as she had before, instead looking at him timidly.
Though Nüwa was a Sage, this was her first time doing such a thing. There was no way she would not be nervous.
Before Daochen could even reach her, her ears had already flushed as red as a perfectly ripe peach. Her Phoenix Eyes held a thousand shades of allure, making her look utterly enticing.
Even with Daochen's present composure, seeing Nüwa so shy and bashful...
His mouth and throat went dry.
"Mm."
Somewhere among the mountains of the Primordial World.
Several Demon Cultivators of the Demon Race were frantically hunting down unarmed members of the Human Race, every strike bringing a bloody rain and a reeking wind.
As these humans fell, the karmic retribution surrounding the Demon Cultivators continued to mount.
Yet the Demon Cultivators still turned a blind eye to it, madly pursuing the humans.
They were all demons Daochen had driven out of the Heavenly Court back then. Already steeped in karmic retribution, greedy and bloodthirsty, they had been cast into the Primordial World by Daochen to fend for themselves.
With no one to shelter them, and unable to contend with the Witch Clan,