"This..."
Inside Zixiao Palace, silence reigned for a long time.
Hongjun gazed into the vast prehistoric world, watching helplessly as that lonely figure in green robes sauntered away from the battlefield between the witches and demons. He stood there completely stunned.
That unfilial disciple...
It seemed like he was—putting on an act for him?
That had to be it. That unfilial disciple was definitely acting!
And the act was absurdly fake, wasn't it!?
That punch had clearly been Tongtian's own doing. Hongjun had seen it plainly, crystal clear!
And he dared to claim he was unwell!?
Who was he trying to fool?
Unfilial disciple! Tongtian, you unfilial disciple!!
The Three Pure Ones had turned against each other ahead of schedule and completely severed ties. Things had utterly strayed from the script of the prehistoric world.
The incident had come so suddenly that Hongjun had been caught utterly off guard, completely unprepared, and left defenseless!
Damn it!
"Houtu... You truly are a master schemer! Even I must concede defeat to you!! You win!"
After raging for a while, Hongjun quickly calmed down. His icy gaze locked onto that graceful figure, his eyes brimming with killing intent and his expression incomparably grim.
At this moment...
Hongjun wanted nothing more than to slap this woman to death!
Even that would not be enough to vent his fury!!
As for Taiqing and Yuanshi, they too stood rooted in place for a long while as they watched Tongtian vanish before their eyes, unable to recover their senses.
Tongtian had left freely and unrestrainedly.
But he had dumped this mess on them!
With Tongtian gone, the Immortal-Slaying Formation was gone as well!
What came next...
How could they possibly contend against the Slaughter True Body on their own?
Once the ancestral witches fully recovered and deployed