Chapter 537: The Sixth-Rank Zhenyuanzi

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The artillery fire of the Namo Amitabha Gatling covered Kunpeng like a net cast from the heavens; Kunpeng's speed was extremely fast, but he still could not avoid being hit.

As an ancient Great Ability, this level of damage was not very high and could not cause any real injuries, but it certainly hurt.

It was just like two Great Luo Golden Immortals who could do nothing to each other, yet if one were slapped by the other, it would still hurt.

Kunpeng felt very aggrieved at this moment; the advantage was suddenly no longer on his side.

Furthermore, as fellow Great Luo Golden Immortals, even his cultivation foundation was above Xuanzang's, so why couldn't he control himself and felt compelled to run??

Sun Wukong, Bajie, Nezha, and the gods and Buddhas across the sky witnessed this scene.

They truly could not have imagined that the once-arrogant Kunpeng Old Ancestor would look like a stray dog, utterly disheveled.

"Strange, this Kunpeng shouldn't be this weak. When he fought me, wasn't he quite formidable? How come he's useless when it comes to Master?" Sun Wukong said.

"Indeed, although Master is at the Great Luo Golden Immortal Late Stage, Kunpeng's cultivation must surely be higher than Master's? Why is it like this? I can't figure it out," Xiaobailong said.

"Who cares, as long as it's fun," Nezha said.

If her strength were not insufficient, she would have gone over to smash Kunpeng's head with the Universe Ring to liven things up for everyone.

The know-it-all Bajie said: "At the Great Luo realm, there isn't much difference between everyone. In this realm, wanting to defeat or even kill the other party cannot be done in a day or two, because the price that needs to be paid is too great.

Although Kunpeng is an ancient Great Ability and one of the Three Demon Sages, his personality is cunning; he never acts without profit, is very good at assessing the situation, weighing the pros and cons, and will not do things that are disadvantageous to himself.

That is why, back during the Witch-Demon Decisive Battle, this Kunpeng Old Ancestor slipped away early to minimize his losses.

It is the same now; once Master had two mysterious Great Luo-level powerhouses helping him, Kunpeng's advantage naturally vanished into thin air.

Moreover, our Master is so valiant and his Haki is overflowing. Although Kunpeng has lived a long time, he lacks that hot-bloodedness to risk his life, so naturally, he retreats again and again.

Of course, one must leave a gap when surrounding a city; if Kunpeng is pushed too hard, he might just counterattack."

"It's just that..."

Speaking up to this point, Bajie hesitated.

"You fool, why did you stop?" Sun Wukong asked hurriedly.

"Sigh, it's just a pity for the living beings of the Three Realms. For every second such a great battle continues, who knows how many innocent beings in the Three Realms are implicated," Bajie said.

"That's true," Sun Wukong nodded.

Rat-tat-tat!

Xuanzang continued to bombard Kunpeng; countless shells exploded on the North Sea, splashing waves thousands of feet high and evaporating patches of water one after another!

It was just that Kunpeng's speed was too fast, and even with the attack speed of the Namo Amitabha Gatling, it was difficult to cause him substantial damage.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

In the Void, a vast and boundless sleeve opening suddenly appeared, and this sleeve carried profound power of Law as it swept toward Kunpeng.

"Sleeve Universe, Zhenyuanzi!"

Kunpeng cried out in shock and anger, only to see the Sleeve Universe slap him right in the face, directly knocking Kunpeng into the range of Xuanzang's fire.

Boom!

The Gatling's firepower completely covered Kunpeng, and at this moment, Xuanzang also abandoned his magical techniques, returning to his primitive form, and began to pummel Kunpeng with his fists and feet.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Awoo! Awoo!

Kunpeng shrieked; this momentary opening allowed Xuanzang to give him a brutal beating.

There was no other way; in order to reduce the damage from Xuanzang, Kunpeng directly transformed into his incomparably huge Kunpeng body, swimming above the North Sea.

And Xuanzang rode upon this giant Kun, continuously pounding on Kunpeng's back.

Of course, compared to the gargantuan body of the Kunpeng, Xuanzang at this moment was as tiny as an ant.

Nezha's eyes showed a look of reminiscence as she said:

"This scene reminds me of the time back at the East Sea when we rode the Dragon Prince, pulled out his tendons, and peeled his skin."

"..." Xiaobailong.

"Nezha, are you being polite? Xiaobailong is still here," Bajie laughed.

"It's a pity I hadn't been born yet back then, hehe," Sun Wukong said.

Meanwhile, in the Underworld, at the Wuzu Hall.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were also watching the battle concerning the North Sea!

Especially after learning the news that the Eastern Emperor and Dijun were still alive, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were already itching for a fight and could not help but want to go and brawl.

Houtu's gaze flickered; looking at the resurrected Dijun and the Eastern Emperor, she had probably already guessed that it was Nuwa who had made a move.

"Don't you think the woman in the purple dress beside that Xuanzang looks familiar?" the Rain Ancestral Witch Xuanming said.

"She is somewhat familiar; her temperament is a bit like Houtu sister when she was young," the Thunder Ancestral Witch Qiangliang said.

"How is that possible? Where does she look like her?" the Fire Ancestral Witch Zhurong said loudly.

"Where does she not look like her?" the Water Ancestral Witch Gonggong snorted, looking unconvinced.

Although the Twelve Ancestral Witches had been resurrected, their personalities had not changed much.

Zhurong and Gonggong were still at odds, and the two would bicker whenever they met.

If it were not for the fact that the Underworld was Houtu's territory, they would likely have come to blows.

Houtu looked at the woman in the purple dress and thought to herself:

"She came after all, only much earlier than expected."

As the Houtu Great Heavenly Venerable, how could she not know of the arrival of Ancestral Witch Houtu?

In this world, is there anyone who knows her better than she knows herself?

"Houtu sister, let us go and continue that battle that has yet to end," Zhurong said.

"Indeed, that great battle, ending in mutual destruction—it really is not satisfying," Qiangliang said.

"Big Brother, say something."

The Ancestral Witches turned their gazes toward Dijiang again.

Dijiang, however, was looking at his younger sister Houtu; although he was the eldest of the Ancestral Witches, Houtu was a Saint.

Facts proved that Houtu's choice back then had been correct; otherwise, the Ancestral Witches would not have been revived today.

"Go, but keep the commotion small. Do not destroy this world; just vent your anger. The current world is no longer like it was in the primordial era; it is very fragile. Also, do not reveal your identities if you can help it," Houtu said.

She did not stop her brothers' intentions.

Likewise, this was also one of the reasons for resurrecting her brothers.

Moreover, the current Twelve Ancestral Witches were not the original ones; they were entirely formed from Merit Power, possessing a Merit constitution that not only perfectly inherited the innate power of the Pangu bloodline but also had the halo of Merit attached to them.

If the current Twelve Ancestral Witches stood before Eastern Emperor and Dijun, they probably wouldn't even be recognized.

Hearing this, Dijiang's eyes shone brightly; there was another fight to be had.

"Xuanzang is my friend, brothers, do not hurt him."

Houtu left behind these words and vanished.

"Tsk tsk tsk, little sister Houtu has finally grown up," a mysterious smile appeared on Xuanming's face.

The other Ancestral Witches scratched their heads, not understanding.

Although Houtu was their younger sister, in terms of age, she was not the least bit younger than them.

What did Big Sister Xuanming mean by that?

Whoosh!

Subsequently, the Twelve Ancestral Witches officially left the Nine Nether Underworld and announced the return of the Ancestral Witches to the Three Realms.

Meanwhile, in Beiming, Ancestral Witch Houtu, who was battling Dijun, did not yet know that her eleven brothers and sisters were on their way.