Chapter 143: Successive Appearances

"What a sharp‑tongued kid." Zhong Li's bronze war axe hanging at his waist emitted a dragon's roar, "How dare you tempt the reincarnation of our clan's ancestor shaman?" The sound wave made the hall's twelve coiling dragon pillars hum.

Gong Gong held Yu Qiang's heavy water, condensed it into a long spear, the spear tip pointing straight at Zhou Yi's brow: "If I don't shatter every bone of yours today, I'll change my surname to Gong!"

Zhou Yi noticed Hou Tu quietly retreat to a corner, a faint smile at the corner of his lips. He suddenly realized the questioning was the Wu Clan's special "hospitality," his fingertips quietly gathering chaos sword qi: "You two want to reason with fists?"

Before the words finished, the long sword at his waist suddenly turned into a hundred‑zhang blue blade, "Then let's see whether your Wu Clan's battle body is hard or my sword is sharper."

The entire Pangu Hall trembled, the dome's star map projected thousands of light pillars. Battle intent flared in Zhou Yi's eyes; this duel might be the chance for him to break through his sword Dao bottleneck.

A scorching gust suddenly rose on the Wu Clan altar; Zhong Li's crimson beard and hair moved without wind, flames dancing in his palm cast shifting light on the stone wall.

Gong Gong's long halberd of mysterious ice struck the ground heavily, cold frost spreading rapidly along the gaps of the blue stone tiles.

"Now that's a real brat," Zhong Li sneered in fury, his bronze bracers clanged, sparking fire, "The last one who dared speak to us, his bone fragments turned to ash."

Gong Gong's crystal‑like pupils flashed with murderous intent, his mysterious‑iron war boots crushing the ice layer on the ground: "Why waste words with this madman? Dare to tempt the Wu Clan, you'll pay with your life."

Zhou Yi planted a single foot on the altar railing, the Saint Body golden markings faintly visible beneath his skin.

He casually tore open his heat‑scorched collar, revealing a chest covered with ancient runes: "I heard you two were mighty when you shattered Mount Buzhou back then; now you want to prove yourselves on a junior like me?"

Two torrents of violent pressure crashed like angry waves against the shore, the beast‑head fire basins around the altar erupted simultaneously.

Zhou Yi remained as immobile as a mountain rock, the chaos aura swirling at his fingertips silently forming a defensive seal.

"All of you, stop!"

A clear shout pierced the air; Hou Tu Ancestor Shaman stepped forward, treading the turtle‑shell pattern in midair.

The two ancestor shamans, just moments ago bristling with killing intent, suddenly froze; Zhong Li fumbled, smothering the sparks on his cuff, while the ice shards on Gong Gong's halberd shattered with a clatter.

"Little sister, don't be angry," Zhong Li said, grabbing his charred beard and hopping, "We're just testing this kid's weight; we haven't used any real force."

Gong Gong brushed his nose tip and retreated into the shadows: "The newly forged mysterious‑ice chill lately needs someone to test its technique…"

Hou Tu cast a cold gaze over the wreckage, the two elder brothers instantly fell silent as cold as cicadas.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi raised an eyebrow and smiled lightly; the chaos vortex at his fingertips condensed into a lotus blossom, then vanished instantly in the scorching air.

The Nine‑Netherworld fire flickered silently within the hall; Gong Gong slipped back half a step unnoticed, feigning composure as he adjusted his collar: "But when we discuss the Dao with a fellow cultivator, Sister Hou Tu, don't misunderstand."

Water patterns swirled at his fingertips, quietly dissipating the tension that had just crackled like a drawn bow.

The fire spirit on Zhong Li's crimson battle armor quivered, his gaze drifting toward the heavens: "Indeed, just discussing cultivation insights." Before he finished, the Li Fire Mirror hanging at his waist buzzed, betraying his suppressed agitation.

These two, famed as fire god and water lord who scorch the heavens and boil the seas, now restrained their edges as if facing a nemesis.

Zhou Yi, intrigued, stroked the mysterious light mirror in his sleeve; its surface reflected the Six Realms of Reincarnation pattern swirling on Hou Tu's skirt hem, revealing that the legendary ancestor shaman who could change mountains and rivers in Honghuang was, before his own little sister, acting like a mischievous child who made a mistake.

"Please excuse my rudeness, fellow cultivator," Hou Tu's wide sleeves fluttered lightly, the lingering smoke in the hall instantly turning into specks of starlight.

Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as they swept over the two elder brothers, the faint phantom of a twelfth‑grade world‑ending black lotus flickering behind her: "You two brothers have always acted like thunder and rain; if there's any offense…"

Zhou Yi raised his hand to cut off the words; the chaos blue lotus appearing in his palm resonated subtly with the world‑ending black lotus.

"Friend, you worry too much. Just now, Gong Gong ancestor shaman transformed three thousand weak waters into the celestial stars, while Zhong Li ancestor shaman used the Southern Bright Li Fire to deduce the eight trigrams' directions. Such profound Dao methods are an excellent opportunity to confirm my mixed primordial Great Luo Golden Immortal Dao fruit."

"What a sharp‑tongued kid," Zhu Rong's fire pattern flared intensely across his forehead, nine fire dragons materialized from void, "Then I shall discuss the Dao with you at thirty percent of my cultivation; if you can catch my fire palm that scorches heaven and boils the sea…"

"Please, ancestor shaman, teach me," Zhou Yi's feet unfurled a yin‑yang twin‑fish diagram, and behind him a primordial chaos phenomenon emerged. The shadow of a Pangu banner and the Exterminating Immortal sword energy intertwined in the void, causing the entire ancestor shaman hall's Dao resonance to roar.

Hou Tu let out a light sigh; the power of the Six Realms at his fingertips formed a jeweled curtain, isolating the watching Gong Gong outside the barrier. The water ancestor shaman grimaced and raised a mysterious primordial water‑controlling banner; rivers surged across its face, yet it could not break the seemingly fragile Six Realms barrier.

In the deepest reaches of the Honghuang earth, the Wu Clan follows an unchanging iron law: strength is truth.

At this moment, on the plaza before the Pangu Hall, flames scorched the void, leaving rippling fissures; Zhong Li Zu Wu's crimson battle armor radiated the power of law as he looked down at Zhou Yi standing in the arena and sneered, "Human boy, you still have time to kneel and beg for mercy."

At the tops of the twelve Tongtian stone pillars, the projections of the other ancestor shamans appeared one after another.

Yu Qiang ancestor shaman jingled her silver‑bell anklet, which fell beside Hou Tu, and with a mischievous tilt of her head said, "Sister, the companion you brought back is truly amusing, daring to face Zhong Li brother's fire‑scorching battle body."

As she spoke, the mysterious‑ice chain wrapped around her waist clinked, and the scattered ice crystals vaporized into mist under the high temperature.

Hou Tu stared at the figure in the arena, his fingertips unconsciously brushing the phantom of the Six Realms roulette at his waist.

Three days ago, by the You Ming Blood Sea, the emperor who wielded human Dao fortune could already see the reincarnation law about to form within her.

Yet when she mentioned transforming herself into the Six Realms, her elder brother Di Hong's spacetime blade tore through the thirty‑three layers of heavens beyond the heavens.

"Yu Qiang, do you know the eye of the Twelve Capital Heavenly Killing Formation sits at my heart?" Hou Tu's voice made the young female ancestor shaman tremble violently.

When the formation activates, the Twelve Ancestral Witches can condense the true body of Pangu, a power that can make even a Saint of the Heavenly Dao take notice.

If the eye is missing.

A sudden dragon roar erupted in the arena, cutting the conversation. Around Zhou Yi, nine golden qi‑dragons rose, and the golden Dao markings of his ancient Saint Body shone even brighter amid the flames.

Zhong Li's pupils contracted; he clearly saw the moment the opponent raised a hand, as pure power tore a rift in the void.

"Fight!" Zhou Yi's eyes sparked with battle intent, nearly bursting out of his chest.

Since Saint Body Great Completion, he has simulated countless hand‑to‑hand battles with ancestor shamans; those innate deities and demons born of Pangu's prime blood are the finest touchstones for testing the limits of the Saint Body.

Zhong Li, enraged, sneered as the Southern Bright Li Fire coiled around his arm suddenly transformed into a two‑headed giant serpent.

As he stepped forward, magma from the earth veins spanning thousands of miles erupted simultaneously, and the twelve Pangu pillars automatically raised a chaos barrier.