Chapter 10: Touch My Wu Clan, and Even if Far Away, They Must Be Executed

"The tiny Wu Clan, they simply don't know what's good for them."

"I originally wanted a bit of toll money and would have let it go, but now, I, this old Daoist, have changed my mind!!"

With a flip of his hand, the old Daoist in purple robes suppressed the star-filled Qi and blood in the sky.

The Great Luo Golden Immortal fruit status, although transcending the long river of time, is eternal and indestructible.

However, a Quasi-Saint has already begun to comprehend the power of laws; that is the rule by which heaven and earth operate.

A hideous giant rat phantom appeared behind the old Daoist in purple robes.

Devouring Law!!!

Once this Dharma image emerged, Houyi and Kuafu were fine, as they were, after all, Great Witches of the Wu Clan.

But the other members of the Wu Clan were miserable.

Like kites with broken strings, they all fell into the mouth of the old Daoist's Dharma image.

"Purple-robed rat, you dare!!!"

Seeing the members of his tribe being swallowed into the purple Dharma image.

Houyi was furious.

He pulled the Zhentian Bow to its full extent.

At this moment, Houyi poured all his strength into this one arrow.

The clouds above the sky, sensing the power of this arrow.

Split open directly like glass.

Lieyun Arrow!!

And Kuafu was the same.

Starlight flickered around his body, and the earth-fiend Qi and blood rolled like a tide.

He threw a punch, like a thunderbolt striking earthly fire.

"You ignorant things, do you really think I can't kill the two of you?"

The old Daoist in purple robes let out a cold snort.

The phantom behind him had the momentum to swallow the world.

He had originally wanted to get a little money and call it a day, but he hadn't expected these Wu Clan members to be so ungrateful.

Since that was the case, he would just kill them all to silence them.

"Who are you calling ignorant of life and death!!!"

Just as the purple-robed rat was preparing to kill all the Wu Clan members, the void beside him split open.

Zhurong, clad in fire-red scales, walked out from the void.

"Zhurong!!!"

Seeing Zhurong appear so abruptly gave the old Daoist in purple robes a huge fright.

His principle of conduct was to run away immediately if the situation didn't look right.

So the moment he saw Zhurong, he immediately greased his heels to flee.

"Want to escape?"

Zhurong's expression was cold and stern.

He took a deep breath and threw a punch directly at the old Daoist in purple robes.

"Melting Heaven and Burning Earth Fierce Flame Fist, Zhurong, you wouldn't go that far, would you!!"

Looking back, he saw it was Zhurong's full-power punch.

The purple-robed rat was terrified and hurriedly unleashed all his magic treasures and divine abilities.

Bang, bang, bang!!! Under the residual power, a million great mountains were directly evaporated.

And the purple-robed rat who truly faced this blow.

Although he didn't die, he was covered in blood and lay miserably on the ground.

"I have lived for countless years, I am one of the three thousand Red Dust Guests of Zixiao Palace."

"My innate divine ability is the God-Devouring Rat, I cultivate the Devouring Law, and I still have the infinite Great Dao to pursue."

"I don't want to die, don't kill me!!"

The purple-robed rat looked at Zhurong, who was wrapped in blood and looked like a demon.

He was afraid.

And he regretted it.

If he had known it would be like this, he shouldn't have been greedy for small gains.

"Dare to touch my Wu Clan, no matter what the price, even if far away, they must be executed!!"

Zhurong made his move, directly pinching the purple-robed rat's Primordial Spirit until it exploded.

The words he spoke echoed between heaven and earth.

"As expected of the Wu Clan; they don't act unless necessary, but once they do, they slay a purple-robed old Daoist at the early Quasi-Saint stage."

"Although the purple-robed one lacked strength, he was still a rat who had listened to the Great Dao at Zixiao Palace and possessed the Devouring Law, yet he was killed in seconds."

"As expected of the insane Ancestral Witch; even if it means self-damage of eight hundred, he must destroy the purple-robed one."

"Such great audacity; he is warning all living beings."

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Above the void, divine senses crisscrossed.

The discussion among these cultivators was exactly the result Zhurong wanted.

To kill the chicken to warn the monkey.

"Greetings, Ancestral Witch Zhurong!!!"

Houyi and Kuafu stepped forward, looking at Zhurong with faces full of guilt. As leaders of two tribes, they had failed to protect their own people.

This was their dereliction of duty.

"Let's go."

"If there is danger on the road, you may call for help directly!!!"

It turned out that just moments ago, at the brink of life and death, Dijiang had sensed it through their bloodline connection.

He had used his Space Divine Ability to send his 'Zhurong' avatar over.

The Wu Clan was stubborn.

Even when faced with disaster, they refused to call for help from the Ancestral Witches; fortunately, Dijiang had been keeping a close watch on the movements of those returning.

This time, they were returning.

It was not all the Wu Clan tribes, but rather the tribes with Great Witches stationed in them that were moving first.

Having resolved the trouble, the 'Zhurong' avatar turned and stepped into a spatial rift to depart.

This was because, among the groups of Great Witches, what had happened to Houyi and Kuafu's side.

Was not the first instance, nor would it be the last.

"A spatial passage, I saw that the one on the other side of the spatial passage was actually Dijiang; has he really applied the Space Law to such a degree?"

"The Wu Clan is truly terrifying; in just this short moment, he killed six early-stage Quasi-Saint cultivators in seconds."

"Not six, it was eight; those two Quasi-Saints who fled were also chased down and killed by Dijiang after he opened a spatial passage."

"Tsk tsk, the character of Yazi, seeking revenge for the slightest grievance, is being displayed to the fullest by the Wu Clan."

"In the future, if one wants to provoke the Wu Clan, one must think about the consequences."

"Bah, consequences? The price paid was the severe injury of eight Ancestral Witches; is this worth it?"

The Great Desolation is vast, yet it could not stop the spread of information.

The news that the Great Witches were leading their respective tribes back to Pangu Hall for sacrificial rites also spread like wildfire.

After using thunderous means to slay the eight Quasi-Saints.

The subsequent journey for the Great Witches became much easier.

Although they could not snatch the heavenly treasures in their hands, they could snatch the territories left behind after they departed.

All of a sudden, the entire Great Desolate Land began to stir.

However, because the Ancestral Witches of the Wu Clan had slaughtered the Quasi-Saints so ruthlessly, although many people were now coveting the territories of the Great Witch tribes, not a single one had made a move.

Everyone was watching and waiting.

Thirty-Three Heavens, Taiqing Realm.

"It is one thing for the Wu Clan not to contend for hegemony over the Great Desolation, but why are they holding sacrificial rites?"

Yuanshi Tianzun looked impatient.

He had already wasted a great deal of effort on the affairs of the Wu and Demon.

One must know that his inspiration had been overflowing recently, and he was preparing to refine many magic treasures.

Yet, because of the Witch-Demon Calamity, he had to keep a constant eye on their movements.

"The Wu Clan is returning to Pangu Hall, and the Demon Race in the Heavenly Court has expanded enough."

"I believe it won't be long before many of the Demon Race begin to descend to the lower realms to build their careers."

The Heavenly Court has the merit of the Heavenly Court, and the Great Desolate Land has the merit of the Great Desolate Land.

And the many demons who had tasted the benefits of merit, how could they refuse the temptation of contending for hegemony over the Great Desolate Land?

Sure enough.

While the Three Pure Ones were deliberating, the many demons of the Heavenly Court also began to stir.

Among them, if one were to speak of who had the most ideas, it had to be the Demon Master Kunpeng.

"Demon Master, you are the master of all demons, yet the two of them have taken the majority of the Heavenly Court's merit."

"It is unfair!!!"

As the hegemon of Beiming, Kunpeng.

Naturally had a group of living beings supporting him under his banner.

Not to mention anything else, his thirty-six great disciples alone were enough to command a massive following.

"Now that the Wu Clan of the lower realms is returning to Pangu Hall, why don't we take the opportunity to go down and seize all their territory?"

"And what about the Heavenly Court??"

"We want the Heavenly Court, and we also want the Great Desolate Land."

"As long as the Demon Master gathers the fortune and merit of the Great Desolate Land, then ruling the heavens and managing the earth will all be up to the Demon Master to decide!!"

The disciples all chimed in to stir things up.

They wanted Kunpeng to descend to the lower realms, and they wanted to descend even more.

Looking at Kunpeng, who was sitting at the head of the table in deep thought, Beimingzi, as the head disciple.

Knew that it was time for him to step forward.

"Teacher, in terms of origin and natural talent, in what way are you inferior to Di Jun and Taiyi?"

"Back when we were listening to the Dao at Zixiao Palace, if it weren't for someone meddling, you would already be a Saint."

"As the saying goes, one step slow, every step slow."

"Teacher, you cannot hesitate any longer."

Beimingzi was the second living being born in Beiming; he was quite favored by Kunpeng and was even taken as his head disciple.

Now that he said this, it struck directly at his sore spot.

(End of this chapter)