It took a long time to describe, but all of it happened in a flash of lightning.
By the time everyone reacted, Zhurong had already slammed thunderously into the earth.
The impact was so tremendous that countless members of the Witch Clan winced inwardly, their hearts trembling.
Good grief!
Had an ordinary member of the Witch Clan taken that sword strike, they would probably have been reduced to dust and ashes.
The Wine Sword Immortal's strength was truly terrifying.
Yet Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, and the other Ancestral Witches present showed little concern.
Zhurong looked battered and miserable.
But they knew perfectly well that, with an Ancestral Witch's physical body, he would suffer no serious injury.
All that remained in the Ancestral Witches' hearts was overwhelming shock and astonishment.
A single sword strike from a Daluo Golden Immortal had proved too much for even an Ancestral Witch to withstand?
Everyone suddenly realized that they had underestimated Gu Changqing far too much.
Just then, Zhurong, covered in dust and dirt, had already risen to his feet.
He shook his body, sending dust billowing into the air, yet he himself was entirely unscathed.
It showed just how indestructible an Ancestral Witch's body was.
Or, put another way, just how thick their hide and tough their flesh were.
Zhurong strode back with great, sweeping steps, returning to stand beside the other Ancestral Witches and Gu Changqing in just a few strides.
For a moment, countless gazes from the Witch Clan converged on him.
As an Ancestral Witch, Zhurong had always been proud and arrogant.
Now that Gu Changqing had suppressed him so thoroughly, would his humiliation turn to rage and spark another battle?
Yet, under everyone's watchful eyes, something unexpected happened.
At a certain moment, rather than growing angry, Zhurong laughed.
"Haha, excellent..."
"Fellow