In an instant, a colossal hand that blotted out the sky appeared in the void and slammed down toward the three alien men.
"How dare you!"
The three alien men had never expected Daochen to attack so decisively. With a shake of their bodies, their true forms appeared in the void, each a million zhang tall, and charged at Daochen almost simultaneously.
"Axe, come!"
The middle-aged man leading them roared, and a massive black axe appeared in his hands. As he raised it, veins bulged along his arms. He intended to meet Daochen's palm head-on.
The other two shifted, their seemingly clumsy bodies as nimble as snakes. With a few steps, they avoided the frontal attack, drew two black spears, and thrust them at Daochen.
Whether in their cultivation system or their almost entirely physical style of combat, these three aliens were extremely similar to the Witch Clan.
Savage and violent!
They were steeped in a wild, primeval air.
If not for their lack of the Witch Clan's pure Pangu Bloodline aura, Daochen might truly have thought he had accidentally stumbled into Witch Clan territory.
Wherever the three alien men passed, the void trembled, and towering waves rose from the lake formed of Three Lights Divine Water. Their momentum was terrifying.
Daochen remained calm, utterly disregarding the might the three unleashed.
After all, he was now the only Quasi-Saint in the Primordial World.
A few mere Great Luo Golden Immortals thought they could deal with him?
What did it matter if their bodies were strong and could take a beating?
If he wanted to, he could kill them in moments.
But Daochen had no intention of doing so.
These three aliens had such a strange cultivation system, with far too many mysteries he wanted to uncover.
To avoid killing them