"You dared provoke a woman I, Ling Feng, had my eye on? I'll make sure you die!"
Watching Shang Yang's soul and divine body vanish into oblivion, Ling Feng sneered inwardly.
He had absolutely no fear of the Demon Race. Killing Shang Yang stirred no emotion in him whatsoever.
After all, he had already killed two Demon Sages during the war between the Witch Race and the Demon Race.
If Hongjun had not interfered back then, he would have taken advantage of Di Jun and his brother's injuries and sent them straight to their graves.
Now, however, even setting Hongjun aside, Di Jun and his brother's strength at the late-stage Quasi-Saint peak was still beyond Ling Feng's ability to kill.
Still, if he wished, he could wipe out the entire Demon Race between dawn and dusk.
Although he could not yet kill Di Jun and the other mighty figures at the Quasi-Saint peak, he could certainly send them fleeing with their faces covered in dust, never again able to gather their gangs around them.
"Ling Feng, did you summon the Ancestral Witches?"
Having recovered from their shock, Xihe and Changxi approached him and voiced the question on their minds.
Looking at the two women, Ling Feng wrapped his arms around their waists and nodded with a chuckle. "Yes. They're my brothers. I'm the Witch Race's Thirteenth Ancestral Witch."
"The Thirteenth Ancestral Witch?!"
"You're the Witch Race's Thirteenth Ancestral Witch?!"
At his words, both Xihe and Changxi looked astonished, their faces full of disbelief.
But when they recalled how, several thousand years ago, the Witch Race had announced to Pangu that a Thirteenth Ancestral Witch named Ling Feng had appeared among them, they realized it was almost certainly true.
After all, Ling Feng had no reason to lie to them. It