"Primordial World: I'm an Iron-Eating Beast, and Houtu Overheard My Thoughts ()"!
"Humm..." As Hongjun's voice rang out, Dijun, who was charging toward Gungun, froze in place. He had not stopped of his own accord; the space around him had suddenly been sealed, leaving him unable to move.
Helpless, Dijun could only say to Hongjun, "Yes, Dao Ancestor."
"Hmph!" Seeing Hongjun stop Dijun, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, who had intended to blast him apart, snorted in unison. They halted the Pangu True Form's attack as well, waiting to see how Hongjun would handle this matter.
On his auspicious cloud, under the gazes of both the Witch Race and the Demon Race, Hongjun closed his eyes and remained silent for quite some time. Just as the Ancestral Witches were about to lose patience, he opened his eyes and asked Gungun, "What disposition would you consider fair?"
Gungun swallowed, bowed to Hongjun with his paws clasped, and said quietly, "Witches and demons are mortal enemies. For the peace of the Primordial World, you ordered both races to observe a truce, Dao Ancestor. That was truly an act of great virtue. Yet the Demon Race has repeatedly provoked conflict and attacked our Witch Race, and you have never punished them. Thus... this little bear begs you to punish the Demon Race, to uphold the laws of the Primordial World and display a Saint's authority!"
Hearing Gungun's words, the Twelve Ancestral Witches nodded in satisfaction, while Dijun's and Taiyi's expressions grew uglier still. Both brothers clenched their fists, their hearts filled with boundless murderous intent.
That damned bear!
"The Demon Race provoked you first, and they were indeed at fault, but they have already paid the price. During the Ten Suns in the Sky, nine Demon Race crown princes perished. Xi He condemned Chang'e,