"Who are you, and why have you appeared in my Witch Clan's territory?"
Seeing Daochen appear so suddenly, the minor witch at the Golden Immortal realm was startled.
With his strength, no one at the same cultivation realm could possibly appear before him without a sound.
Such a feat could only mean that Daochen's strength was far above his.
But as a member of the Witch Clan, with the Twelve Ancestral Witches backing him, he had long grown accustomed to throwing his weight around. Even though Daochen was clearly stronger, he showed no fear whatsoever.
"You need not know who I am. Let me ask you this: this is Mount Emei. Since when did it become your Witch Clan's territory?"
Daochen looked coldly at the Golden Immortal witch.
Had this been Mount Buzhou, the witch's claim would have been understandable. But Mount Emei lay hundreds of millions of miles from Mount Buzhou.
How had it become the Witch Clan's territory?
"The continent of the Primordial World was created by Pangu, and our Witch Clan carries his Pangu Bloodline. Naturally, this land belongs to us. Yet you, a mere Daoist, interfere in our affairs without cause. Do you think our Witch Clan is weak enough to bully?"
The Golden Immortal witch wore an arrogant expression, meeting Daochen's gaze without a trace of fear.
"Just because Pangu created the Primordial World, the entire world belongs to your Witch Clan?"
Daochen laughed at those words.
By that reasoning, would his cultivation abode on the Sun Star not belong to the Witch Clan too?
What a joke!
No wonder the Witch Clan could not become the future masters of heaven and earth.
With such arrogance and utter disregard for everyone else, if the Witch Clan truly rose to power, would there be any room