"Cihang? Very well, let me experience your skills, senior brother!" Golden Light Immortal froze for a moment at the sight of the handsome male immortal before him, then clenched his fists, demonic aura billowing around him.
Then he lashed out at Cihang with his claws.
"Hmph, you demons and fiends dare call me senior brother?" Cihang snorted coldly and met him without the slightest fear.
Bang! Just then, Nine Li punched Long-Eared Dingguang Immortal in the stomach, sending him flying backward, vomiting blood.
"Kill him!" At the same time, a crowd of demons and fiends surrounded Nine Li, swinging their weapons at him.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Their weapons struck Nine Li's body with a series of metallic collisions. Then a sight that stunned every demon unfolded before their eyes: the weapons in their hands had actually shattered. Some made of better materials had survived, but even those had bent. This... this was...
"A great shaman body!" At a corner of the cliff on Supreme Clarity Peak, a plump Daoist frowned at the sight and murmured to himself.
"Nine Li is a descendant of the great god Pangu, the child of Great Shaman Quan Jiu. He inherited the Witch Race's powerful physique, but I never imagined he had already cultivated a great shaman body. Those junior brothers cannot hurt him at all now." Holy Mother Jin Ling's voice sounded behind Duobao.
Hearing her, Duobao glanced back at Holy Mother Jin Ling and said, "Those junior brothers cannot hurt him, but that does not mean our Jiejiao cannot deal with him."
"Are you planning to intervene, senior brother?" Holy Mother Jin Ling asked.
"No matter what, outsiders will not be allowed to bully our Jiejiao disciples!" Duobao declared imperiously.
"But Nine Li is a Great Shaman's son. The Witch Race rules the