Fuxi had planned it all perfectly, but he had failed to account for one person.
Man Niu had already raised his battle-axe.
He had intended to severely wound Fuxi with one blow, then capture him.
But unexpectedly, by borrowing the force of Kuafu's blow, Fuxi's speed suddenly surged.
The axe that had been aimed at his chest instead struck his neck, all thanks to that ill-timed burst of speed.
For an instant, all three of them were dumbfounded.
Fuxi's eyes filled with horror and disbelief.
He had truly never imagined that anyone would dare kill him, Saint Nuwa's elder brother.
Man Niu was equally stunned. He had only meant to seriously wound Fuxi. How had that turned into killing him outright?
But now, it was too late to say anything.
The battle-axe had already swung out, and there was no time to pull it back.
Meanwhile, Fuxi had suffered internal injuries from Kuafu's punch and could not muster his magic power in that instant.
Without any defenses, Man Niu's battle-axe sliced through him like tofu, severing his head in a flash.
Thud!
Fuxi's head fell to the ground.
His body, which had been retreating, toppled stiffly to the earth.
Because Witch Artifacts could damage the primordial spirit, Fuxi had not even had a chance to abandon his body and escape. Just like that, he had been inexplicably slain.
Inside the settlement, the members of the Witch Clan cheered at the sight of Fuxi's death.
Kuafu and Man Niu, however, stood rooted to the spot in a daze.
"What do we do?"
Kuafu looked at Man Niu.
His question brought Man Niu back to his senses.
Both of them knew they had caused a disaster this time.
They had killed Saint Nuwa's elder brother and even destroyed his primordial spirit. Nuwa would undoubtedly be enraged.
Man Niu gritted his teeth.
"A man must answer for his own deeds. Since I, Man Niu, killed him, I'll pay with my life! If the Sage wants someone, she can come for me alone. This has nothing to do with you, Kuafu!"
Man Niu wanted to shoulder all the responsibility himself.
"What nonsense are you spouting? Am I, Kuafu, the sort of man who clings to life and fears death? I'm worried this will drag our entire Witch Clan into it."
At Kuafu's words, Man Niu fell silent.
True, if the Sage wanted to kill him to vent her anger, he would accept it.
But if Nuwa became so furious that she targeted the entire Witch Clan, wouldn't he become a sinner against his own clan?
Seeing Man Niu fall silent, Kuafu sighed, then picked up Fuxi's head and body.
"Let's go. We must inform the Ancestral Witches. Whether we live or die can be decided afterward!"
Man Niu nodded.
Kuafu turned to the Witch Clan members behind him.
"Leave this place as quickly as you can. The farther away, the better."
"Great Witch Man Niu and I have matters to attend to. We must see the Ancestral Witches."
With that, Kuafu and Man Niu left with Fuxi's corpse.
The remaining Witch Clan members exchanged glances, then resumed their revelry, utterly unaware that disaster was already looming over them.
Inside Pangu Hall, Man Niu and Kuafu stood below the seats.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches had all assembled.
Dijiang sat at the head, looking down at Kuafu and Man Niu.
"Kuafu, what exactly happened? Why did Fuxi die at your hands?"
Dijiang was already doing his best to calm himself.
Yet his voice still trembled slightly.
It could not be helped. This matter was simply too grave.
Even if Kuafu and Man Niu had killed Di Jun, they would not have reacted like this.
After all, in a certain sense, Fuxi's status was even more exalted than that of Di Jun and the Eastern Emperor.
A Sage's blood kin-who could afford to provoke someone like that?
Hearing Dijiang's question, Kuafu recounted everything exactly as it had happened.
"Yes. Reporting to the Ancestral Witches, today, my settlement..."
After hearing Kuafu's account, all the Ancestral Witches fell silent.
In truth, Kuafu and Man Niu could hardly be blamed for this.
After all, as Great Witches, they naturally had to uphold the Witch Clan's dignity.
The problem was that this particular enemy was far too troublesome.
"Big Brother, I don't think Man Niu and Kuafu did anything wrong. The Demon Tribe came right to our doorstep to provoke us. If we hadn't fought back, wouldn't everyone in the Primordial World have laughed at us?"
Blunt and outspoken, Zhurong voiced his true thoughts directly.
"That may be so, but we all know who Fuxi was. What will we do if Nuwa comes looking for us?"
Houtu spoke worriedly.
But the Witch Clan's people were hot-tempered. Although they were no match for a Sage, they refused to admit that they feared her.
Zhurong gave a cold snort.
"Hmph! So what if she's a Sage? Does she think our Witch Clan is afraid of her? If it comes to it, we'll fight until the fish dies and the net breaks!"
Zhurong stiffened his neck and spoke defiantly.
Just then, an icy voice rang out inside Pangu Hall.
"Very well. Today, I'll see just how your Witch Clan intends to fight me until the fish dies and the net breaks!"
Everyone in the hall paled at once.
The Ancestral Witches immediately flew out of Pangu Hall.
There stood Nuwa, her face blazing with fury.
She unleashed the oppressive might of a Sage without the slightest restraint.
Even Great Witches like Kuafu were forced down onto one knee, completely unable to rise.
Dijiang and the other Ancestral Witches could barely remain standing in midair, their expressions equally grim.
Nuwa watched Dijiang emerge, her gaze so icy that it seemed capable of congealing into frost.
"Dijiang, your Witch Clan has some nerve. You even dared to kill this Sage's own blood kin."
Hearing that Nuwa had indeed come over this matter, Dijiang gritted his teeth, his mind racing for a solution.
In Nuwa's current state, a single misstep could lead to the annihilation of the Witch Clan.
Yet the Witch Clan had never lacked people stubborn enough to charge headfirst into danger.
"Nuwa, Fuxi died because of me. I, Kuafu, am willing to pay with my life. As long as you spare the rest of the Witch Clan, you may do whatever you wish with me."
"Don't listen to his nonsense. I'm the one who hacked Fuxi to death. If you're going to kill anyone, kill me!"
Seeing Kuafu try to shoulder the blame, Man Niu immediately refused to stand for it.
At their words, Nuwa, already furious, nearly lost control of her killing intent.
"Good. Very good. It seems you haven't grasped the gravity of this at all. You still dare squawk like this before me. Don't you want to die? Then I'll grant your wish. Your entire Witch Clan will accompany my brother to the grave!"
Kuafu and Man Niu's argument had thoroughly ignited Nuwa's fury.
At Nuwa's words, the Twelve Ancestral Witches' expressions instantly changed.
Nuwa raised her hand. In an instant, heaven and earth changed color, and countless thunderclouds gathered.
It was as though the end of the world had come.
Dijiang hurriedly shouted.
"Quick! Form the Dutian Divine Fiends Formation!"
This was the Witch Clan's final trump card.
They had intended to use it in their decisive battle against the Demon Tribe, never imagining that they would have to deploy it against Nuwa now.
Just then, a figure suddenly flew between the two sides.
"Saint Nuwa, please quell your anger. I have a way to resurrect Fuxi!"
It was none other than the Ancestral Witch Houtu.
For a moment, everyone on both sides stared at Houtu.