Chapter 128: Nuwa Captures Rushou

"Such fierce force, even more formidable than our own Ancestral Witch." Xingtian, having steadied his figure in the air, felt a lingering fear.

Before coming out, he had a bout with his own Ancestral Witch, Gonggong.

Although he had been beaten black and blue and was in a sorry state, it could be considered a fair exchange of blows. He had not expected this Xuanming to be so powerful.

Watching the powerful fluctuations dissipating in the void, Xingtian suppressed the urge to step forward.

The Law of War grows stronger when meeting strong opponents, but there was no point in purely taking a beating.

Sweeping his gaze around, Xingtian looked toward Kuafu in the distance. "Brother Kuafu, I have come to assist you!"

The Ancestral Witch Qiangliang, whom Kuafu was fighting, had a tiger's head and a human body, with thunder flashing all over him; he was much better than Houyi's opponent, Shebishi.

Shebishi was the Ancestral Witch of Weather, hidden in clouds and mist, his figure impossible to see; how could one fight to their heart's content?

Only Houyi, who cultivated the Space Law, could be so intimate with his opponent.

Kuafu, holding his wooden staff with an imposing air, heard this and hurriedly shouted, "Many thanks, brother. Go help my big brother Houyi; I am enough to handle Qiangliang alone."

A Great Witch overpowering an Ancestral Witch—if another person were added, how would that show his, Kuafu's, prestige?

Kuafu did not need Xingtian's help at all.

Xingtian paid no heed to this, howling as he rushed forward: "Qiangliang, take my axe!"

Qiangliang: Qiangliang was furious. A dignified Ancestral Witch was being looked down upon like this, and by a Great Witch at that.

What was even more hateful was that Xingtian, who had previously called him "Lord Ancestral Witch," was now calling him by his name directly.

"Thunder Prison!"

With a roar, endless thunder escaped from his exposed torso, and dense, swarming thunder snakes scattered in all directions.

His already formidable Ancestral Witch Body, stimulated by the thunder, swelled even further.

With a flash of silver light, he slammed into Kuafu, sending him flying, and threw a punch toward the fiercely charging Xingtian.

Although they were both at the Hunyuan Golden Immortal stage, he was, after all, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Compared to Great Witches, the laws they were born with were far beyond what any Great Witch could compare to.

Boom! The surging thunder exploded, blooming in the void like a massive silver flower.

"Good, good, good! Worthy of my, Xingtian's, strike!" Watching the thunder roaming and galloping across his torso, Xingtian was not angry but delighted.

The Law of War surrounding his body rolled up, instantly shrouding both of them and directly excluding Kuafu.

Kuafu, who had retreated into the distance, saw this and his eyes widened in fury, his expression one of great anger.

Seeing that Kuafu was about to come up, Xingtian hurriedly shouted, "Good brother, go help Houyi; leave this Qiangliang to me."

The furious Kuafu backhanded his wooden staff, shrouding both of them in the field.

Opportunities to fight an Ancestral Witch alone were rare; how could Kuafu let that go to Xingtian?

Feeling the wooden staff falling on his head, Xingtian was also depressed; it was all Tian Yuan's fault for capturing his Ancestral Witch, otherwise, why would he have to come here to snatch an opponent?

Qiangliang, already angry and resentful, was now burning with rage.

These two Great Witches were truly too arrogant, actually ignoring an Ancestral Witch like this.

Yet, from the exchange just now, he clearly felt the difference in the two before him.

Only the Ancestral Witches of the Wu Clan possessed a Primordial Spirit, but it was weak, so the Wu Clan could not cultivate any other laws besides the ones they were born with.

But whether it was Xingtian before him or Kuafu to the side, the laws carried by their physical bodies were numerous.

In the eyes of the Ancestral Witches, this was completely impossible.

Just like them, although they had great opportunities and obtained many corpses of Chaos Demons, the laws were not of the same source, so their cultivation was equally slow.

This was the fundamental reason why, among the ten Ancestral Witches, Dijiang had already broken into the Hunyuan Golden Immortal Mid-Stage, while he was still at the early stage. Because the corpses currently floating above the tribe did not contain a Chaos Demon with the Thunder Law, but this did not seem to apply to the Kuafu pair before him.

That space, it must be that space.

The legacy of the Father God, because of the legacy of the Father God, Xingtian and Kuafu had become so powerful, even catching up to them, the Ancestral Witches.

That hateful Tian Yuan, it was all because of this damn stone man; originally, this should have been an opportunity belonging to the Ancestral Witches.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

Qiangliang roared to the heavens, his heart growing more and more furious.

And at this moment, on the other side of the firmament, the Ancestral Witch Rushou was likewise furious.

He was the Ancestral Witch of Metal, and the corpse of the Chaos Demon that the Fierce Beast Hou had dragged away also carried Geng Metal Qi.

It was precisely because of this corpse that his cultivation had been so fast.

Yet, facing his constant attacks, this Fierce Beast Hou simply refused to let go, only swallowing the flesh and blood in large gulps.

As one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, their physical strength had always been their pride, but now, in front of this Fierce Beast, it was somewhat laughable.

If the opponent had profound cultivation, that would be one thing, but it was clearly the same as him, both at the Hunyuan Golden Immortal Mid-Stage.

Between the same realm, no matter how he attacked, he could not injure the opponent in the slightest.

Geng Metal Qi was inherently sharp, and combined with his formidable physical body, his strength among the Twelve Ancestral Witches was not weak.

To think that he could do nothing against a Fierce Beast now; what was the opponent's background? Hou slightly raised its eyes, merely glanced at the other, and continued dragging the corpse away into the distance.

It was also annoyed in its heart; there were quite a few Chaos Demon corpses floating above the Wu Clan tribe, and they were unwilling to part with even one—truly stingy.

Just as Hou was swallowing in large gulps, suddenly a streak of red glow fell from the distant horizon, striking the furious Rushou on the side.

Rushou, with a human face and tiger body, actually did a somersault and was sent flying.

Hou swept its gaze into the distance, where a graceful figure was coming through the air; it had seen the other in the Buzhou Mountain Consciousness Space, called Nuwa.

With a slight look of gratitude, Hou dragged the Chaos Demon corpse and ran off into the distance.

Rushou was furious and reached out to grab the already tattered corpse, but who knew that another streak of red glow fell before him.

"Nuwa!" Rushou stared into the distance, roaring.

However, he merely glared at the other and continued to chase after Hou.

Who knew that just as his figure escaped, a Scroll of Primordial Mountains and Rivers rolled in from the void, blocking his path and rapidly wrapping around him.

"A mere spiritual treasure, how can it stop me!" Rushou looked disdainful, grabbing with both hands, intending to tear the scroll apart.

Aside from the Stone Man of Buzhou Mountain and the Fierce Beast before him, no one in the Primordial World could withstand the physical body of an Ancestral Witch.

Who would have known that the moment his hands touched it, a dense, milky-white halo surged forth, rapidly expanding in all directions and instantly submerging his surroundings; there was no longer any sign of the scroll.

Nuwa, revealing her form, glanced at the Hou in the distance and hurriedly called out, "Why not join forces to take it down quickly?"

Nuwa naturally recognized the Hou, Tian Yuan's mount.

From the powerful fluctuations in the direction of Mount Buzhou, she could guess what had happened.

Rushou was only temporarily trapped by the Map of Mountains and Rivers using the power of laws; she alone could not suppress him for long.

The Hou's strength was extraordinary; if she could obtain its assistance, she could capture an Ancestral Witch for Tian Yuan.

The Hou, which had intended to drag the corpse of the Chaos Demon God and flee, stopped in mid-air upon hearing this.

It glanced toward the direction of Mount Buzhou, hesitated slightly, then leaped, pouncing toward the constantly shaking scroll in the air.

With a swoosh, the Hou's figure vanished inside, and Nuwa followed closely behind, both submerging into the Map of Mountains and Rivers.

(End of this chapter)