"Who's blocking the road ahead? This is the young palace master of Wa Huang Palace! Move aside at once!"
Liu Mang was awakened by Lingzhuzi's voice, only then realizing that they were almost at Houtu Tribe.
All along the way, he had been wondering how Hong Jun would scheme against the Wu-Yao Tribulation, but he still had no clue.
"Fortunately, it's not as if I have no leads at all. At the very least, the reputations of the Witch and Demon Races can be established in Hong Huang."
Following Lingzhuzi's gaze, he saw Xing Tian blocking the road ahead, Gan Qi in hand.
"Liu Mang, take this!"
Xing Tian brought both hands down hard. Gan Qi smashed into the ground, sinking three feet into it. He then raised both fists and charged at Liu Mang with a roar.
Lingzhuzi had just been about to attack when he heard Liu Mang shout.
"Let me handle this!"
Liu Mang flew forward. Just as he was about to throw a punch, he suddenly pulled it back and bowed toward the space behind Xing Tian.
"Greetings, Saint Houtu!"
Xing Tian laughed loudly. "Haha, Brother Liu Mang, you're using that trick again? You've already used it once. It won't work on me!"
Liu Mang showed no change in emotion. He shifted slightly to another angle and continued bowing.
"Greetings, Ancestor Witch Dijiang!"
Huh? Ancestor Witch Dijiang had come too?
Seeing that Liu Mang did not seem to be pretending, Xing Tian hurriedly turned around, only to find no one behind him.
Damn it! He had fallen for it again!
Xing Tian cursed inwardly. His arms instinctively shielded his chest at the fastest speed possible. The next second, with a loud clang, Liu Mang's fist slammed into him.
Xing Tian was sent staggering dozens of steps