Pangu Hall.
At that moment, all Twelve Ancestral Witches had gathered, some standing, others seated.
Yet every one of their gazes was fixed on Ling Feng, who stood in the center of the Main Hall.
Damn, are these Ancestral Witches treating me like a monkey on display? Stare, stare, stare-what the hell are you staring at...?
With the Twelve Ancestral Witches staring at him, Ling Feng felt immense pressure and could not help grumbling inwardly.
"Second Sister, Little Sister, you said he was our brother too. Is that really true?"
Seated at the head, Dijiang studied Ling Feng carefully for quite some time before finally sending a voice transmission to Xuan Ming and Houtu.
Of course, Dijiang did not exclude the other Ancestral Witches from his transmission.
The hot-tempered Zhurong spoke up first when he heard it. "True or false, why not test him and find out?"
"Zhurong, don't do anything reckless!"
"Brother, don't!"
Dijiang and the other Ancestral Witches all cried out, but it was too late. Zhurong had already vanished from his spot, and a streak of fire tore through space, shooting straight toward Ling Feng.
In an instant, terrifying flames erupted on all sides, sweeping toward Ling Feng to engulf him.
Ling Feng's expression tightened at the sight. He hurriedly summoned his puppet, and his combat power soared to the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.
Under Ling Feng's control, the puppet gripped a massive axe and swung it with tremendous magical power.
"Ninefold Form!"
In an instant, the axe's momentum took shape, splitting into nine attacks centered on Ling Feng and carving nine enormous trenches through Zhurong's sea of flames.
"This... why does it look a little like Father God's Heaven Opening form?!"
Dijiang and the other Ancestral Witches rose to their feet, staring at