Chapter 5: Adding Fuel to the Fire

"Exactly, I have the same intention!!"

Dijiang did not care in the slightest.

From the moment he decided to lead the entire Wu Clan to lie low, he had already anticipated that he would come into conflict with the eleven Ancestral Witches.

And the only way to make all the Ancestral Witches listen was to beat them into submission.

Zhurong's shame turning into anger had just happened to create the conditions for him.

"Dijiang, come."

"Let me see if, after these thousand years, your hands and feet are as weak and powerless as your backbone."

Bang!!

Before the word "powerless" could be spoken, Zhurong had already been blasted away by a single palm strike from Dijiang.

"What???"

"Zhurong was defeated in one move?"

"Is Zhurong too weak, or is Big Brother too strong?"

The sudden turn of events left the ten Ancestral Witches, who had been wearing gloomy expressions, completely shocked.

"Whose backbone is as weak and powerless as their hands and feet!!"

Dijiang appeared above Zhurong's head, looking down at him from a high position.

"You ambushed me, you are despicable."

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Zhurong looked up and glared at Dijiang.

"Then I will give you another chance."

"Sixth Brother, remember, you only have one chance to strike."

Dijiang stood with his hands behind his back.

An aura of looking down upon the world emerged spontaneously.

Seeing this, the other Ancestral Witches widened their eyes.

A thousand years had passed, and Big Brother seemed even stronger.

That strike just now was too fast.

Not a single Ancestral Witch had seen clearly what had happened; even Zhu Jiuyin was full of confusion.

"Dijiang!!"

Zhurong roared, and amidst his ferocious expression, he transformed into his strongest Dharma body.

A beast's head and human body, clad in red scales, with fire snakes piercing his ears and fire dragons beneath his feet.

Terrifying flames surged up, and like a Fierce Beast, he completely unleashed the forty percent of the laws within his physical body.

Roar!!! Zhurong roared toward the sky.

For a thousand years, he had felt too stifled.

He could only watch helplessly as the Demon Race grew stronger step by step, while they, the Wu Clan, could only wait.

Yet Dijiang was not recovering from his injuries, but rather amusing himself.

In a thousand years of time, he had actually taken up alchemy.

Once the feelings of hating his lack of ambition and loathing his decadence arose.

Zhurong could no longer control himself.

The power of his forty percent physical laws erupted completely.

The massive aura blew so hard that the ten Ancestral Witches had to squint their eyes.

"Sixth Brother, are you ready?"

Just as his emotions were brewing to the extreme, Dijiang's voice sounded again.

"Dijiang, enough."

"Don't think that just because you used your Space Divine Ability to blast me away that you have me figured out."

"I tell you, today I am going to beat you until you are completely awake!!!"

Unable to contain his rage, Zhurong suddenly threw a punch downward.

That terrifying power.

Seeing this, the ten Ancestral Witches were also terrified.

For this punch was not something that could be resisted by force.

If one were to forcibly meet it head-on.

At best, it would be a pyrrhic victory.

If it were slightly worse, it would definitely be a situation of certain death.

"He even used the Heaven-Melting Earth-Burning Flame Fist; Zhurong is playing for real."

"Isn't that so? This is his must-kill punch; even when the brothers fight, they don't use it."

"Everyone, get ready; as soon as Dijiang is beaten awake, we will go up and stop them."

Zhu Jiuyin shook his head and sighed.

He had not expected that a thousand years of time would allow Dijiang to deceive them.

Now that the world is in great contention, the Demon Race has already established a great momentum.

One step slow!

Every step slow!!

If they still do not seek progress now, then the day will come when the Wu Clan is destroyed.

Just as the thoughts of the Ancestral Witches were flying.

Facing Zhurong's strongest strike.

Dijiang also threw a punch.

Yet compared to Zhurong's massive momentum, Dijiang's fist appeared completely unremarkable.

"Prepare yourselves."

"If the situation looks even slightly wrong, save Zhurong!!!"

Seeing this, Zhu Jiuyin had already concluded that Dijiang would be defeated.

But before he could finish his sentence, he saw the two fists collide.

Zhurong had actually lost!! His body was like a cannonball, sent flying directly away by this punch.

"Dijiang's punch looked so unremarkable, why did Zhurong still lose?" "It's simply heaven-defying; even the Dijiang from before he was injured couldn't possibly be this powerful, at most it would have been a six-four split."

"Am I seeing things, or are the two of them putting on an act for us?"

Just as the Ancestral Witches were doubting, Zhurong had already returned to his original form.

Only at this moment, his appearance was extremely wretched.

One arm was broken, and the ribs on his chest were already exposed.

Even more terrifying was that his entire body was covered in dense, thick cracks.

Fresh blood flowed out, resembling molten lava.

Such a grievous injury.

Since they were born, this was the first time.

"Zhurong, what on earth happened?"

The Ancestral Witches arrived at Zhurong's side, looking at him with eager faces.

"I don't know either!!"

Zhurong gave a bitter smile.

Just now, he and Dijiang had traded a punch.

He had been full of confidence in that punch.

But the moment their fists touched.

He felt as if he had seen Pangu Father God.

Immediately following that, a monstrous, surging force came crashing over.

And he was sent flying away without any resistance.

Fortunately, although his whole body was in a miserable state, he had no fatal injuries.

"Zhurong, do you still wish to fight another round!!"

Dijiang stood with his hands behind his back.

His green robes moved without wind, and an aura of invincibility arose spontaneously.

"I'll do it!!"

Seeing this, Gonggong directly snatched the words from Zhurong.

"You'll do it?"

Dijiang looked toward Gonggong.

"Big Brother, could it be that you look down on me?"

Gonggong looked solemn.

As they were now, they dared not question Dijiang again.

Simply because just now, Dijiang had only thrown two punches.

The first punch.

Had an element of a sneak attack.

But what about the second punch?

Even now, Zhurong had lost without understanding why.

"It is not that I look down on you, but that the strength of the brothers present... is truly not very impressive."

Seeing that the timing was about right, Dijiang directly unleashed his ultimate move.

"Arrogant, Dijiang, you are being far too arrogant."

"I respected you so much in the past, I never thought you would actually say such things about your brothers."

"Don't think that just because you beat Zhurong, you can spout nonsense here; if you have the ability, then lay out the terms."

"..."

The Wu Clan had short tempers and could not stand being provoked.

Sure enough.

The lethality of his own words was more effective than knocking Zhurong down with one punch.

"This is considered arrogant?"

"This is already unbearable?"

"This is already spouting nonsense?"

"As dignified Ancestral Witches, you actually cannot endure a few words."

"And with just this... you still clamor every day about wanting to go out and contend for the world."

"It is simply nonsensical!!!"

Dijiang looked at the eleven Ancestral Witches, continuing to add fuel to the fire.

"Dijiang, what exactly are you trying to do?"

"As protagonists of heaven and earth, if you do not wish to exert effort, why bother coming here to discourage us?"

"."

The Ancestral Witches were furious.

"Am I discouraging you?"

"I am telling you to weigh your own worth."

"Enough talk; if you want to contend for the destiny of hegemony and obtain the status of protagonists of heaven and earth,"

"then defeat me."

"I will not make things difficult for you; come at me one by one."

"If you don't mind the trouble, I find it embarrassing."

"The eleven of you,"

"come at me together!!"

Humiliation.

It was simply naked humiliation.

Not to mention the other Ancestral Witches, even the most gentle and nurturing Ancestral Witch Houtu was filled with rage at this moment.

(End of this chapter)