The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 110 - 56 Witch Demon’s First Battle

"Big brother, this guy is too ruthless!" Taiyi frowned as he looked at the slightly damaged River Diagram and Luo Book.

Suddenly, Di Jun, seeing the extraordinary red light in his eyes, shouted loudly, "Second brother, quickly chase! This guy is not dead!" With that said, he shot off.

"How interesting! First, it was Heaven and Hell, and now Mount Olympus! It seems the world is getting more and more colorful!" Li Qingming chuckled lightly, following unhurriedly behind the two.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the Nine-nine Soul Scattering Gourd in which Poseidon was hiding reached the territory of Buzhou Mountain.

Ahead lay the endless Buzhou Mountain Range, stretching directly to the sky, and behind them were the relentlessly pursuing Di Jun and Taiyi. Now, if he wanted to escape danger, he could only flee into Buzhou Mountain.

Unfortunately for Poseidon, a newcomer to Primordial, he did not know that the peak of Buzhou Mountain was precisely Di Jun’s lair. If he fled to the peak, he would be walking right into a trap.

"That demon path, you might as well surrender!" Di Jun saw the gourd stop and thought it had changed its mind, shouting loudly, "If you obediently hand over the Hongmeng Purple Qi to me, I’ll spare your life and allow you to reincarnate and cultivate again! Otherwise, I’ll make you, after billions of years of cultivation, vanish from this world as a mere ghostly wisp!"

"Damn it! I’d rather die than believe your nonsense!" Poseidon’s angry and haughty voice came from the gourd, and then the gourd, radiating red light, dove towards Buzhou Mountain Foot.

A few dozen li away from the Ancestral Witch Hall, in a small mountain hollow where Ancestor Witch Zhu Rong, with a team of Great Witches returning from a hunt, was dragging a giant wild boar weighing thousands of jin, leisurely making his way back.

Suddenly, he saw a red object, dragging a long tail, smashing directly towards him and his men. Before he could even raise his hand to block, it smashed fiercely onto his head. Even the tough-skinned and well-tempered Ancestor Witch Zhu Rong got a big swollen bump.

"Ouch! Damn! What is this thing?"

Zhu Rong cursed as he looked down, seeing a red gourd emanating a faint blue halo, trembling on the ground, trying repeatedly to jump up but failing each time.

"Sir, you have a bump on your head!" Xingtian, always compatible with Zhu Rong’s temperament, pointed at Zhu Rong’s head, his face red from holding back laughter.

"What?" Zhu Rong turned his head and looked around, seeing a small lake nearby, and after a few quick steps to take a closer look, he yelled angrily, "Damn it, who threw this gourd?"

"I threw it!" A somewhat husky but robust voice echoed throughout the hollow.

"Who?" Zhu Rong searched around for a long time. Finally, his eyes landed on the gourd on the ground, puzzled, "Has this thing become a spirit?"

"Did you become a spirit? Your whole family became spirits!" Poseidon trembled the gourd, quite frustrated.

"Hey, a talking gourd. Let’s take you back to show my elder brother; they will definitely be amazed!" Zhu Rong grabbed the gourd in his hand, handed the giant boar to Xingtian, and strode towards the Ancestral Witch Hall.

Just as Di Jun and Taiyi arrived at this small hollow, they saw a Witch tribesman of immense stature, holding the gourd and quickly heading towards Buzhou Mountain. They shouted angrily, "That young Witch tribesman, put down the gourd! If you do, we will let you go; if not, we will send your soul back to the earth!" freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Zhu Rong turned his head to look at Di Jun and Taiyi, rolled his eyes and said, "You two flat-haired beasts, is this gourd from your home? Would it respond if you call it? You think I’ll put it down just because you told me to? Who do you think you are!"

Before the two could reply, Zhu Rong continued, "Also, it’s bad enough you strut around in Primordial, but now you dare to be so arrogant in our Ancestor Witch Hall’s domain, thinking our Witch Tribe is made of mud!"

With that, Zhu Rong’s body suddenly surged with blazing flames, the hot waves scorching the surrounding air like a furnace. The other Great Witches also prepared themselves for battle.

The enthusiastic Fire Spirit Qi, the cold Water Spirit Qi, the vibrant Wood Spiritual Energy, the sharp Gold Spirit Qi...

The restless Spiritual Energy turned the area within several hundred zhang into a kaleidoscope of colors, filled with endless allure mixed with boundless lethality.

Hearing Zhu Rong’s words, Taiyi was instantly enraged. Only then did he realize that the tall and robust man was none other than the Fire Ancestor Witch Zhu Rong.

"Hmph, spare us your rhetoric! Zhongrong, I’ll ask you again! Will you hand it over?" Although Di Jun was wary of the Ancestor Witch’s formidable physique, the thought of the fundamental Great Dao "Hongmeng Purple Qi" made him reckless.

"Hand it over? I hand over your grandpa!"

Zhu Rong glared at Di Jun, his fists clenched, and with two blazing pillars of fire sprouting from his feet like emerging Fire Dragons, he charged directly at Di Jun.

Li Qingming shook his head from behind, saying, "This muscle-bound simpleton gets angry so easily; he might suffer some losses here!"

As Zhu Rong’s fist was about to reach him, Taiyi quickly placed the Chaos Bell above Di Jun’s head, absorbing Zhu Rong’s powerful hit.

"Puff!"

But how could Taiyi’s hastily mounted defense possibly withstand Zhu Rong’s charged strike? A strand of golden blood trickled down from the corner of Taiyi’s mouth.

"Second brother!"

Seeing Taiyi injured, Di Jun swung his arms, summoning a sparkling double-handed great sword. The giant sword gleamed with dazzling golden light, slashing down along Zhu Rong’s arm!

As an Ancestor Witch, Zhu Rong was adept at close combat. Facing the descending giant sword, Zhu Rong laughed out loud, with pillars of fire bursting from beneath his feet, narrowly dodging the attack.

"Hmph!" Di Jun snorted coldly and was about to pursue, but Taiyi stopped him.

Wiping the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, Taiyi’s eyes flashed crazily, "Big brother, let me handle this kid Zhu Rong. I must avenge this punch!"

Di Jun, seeing Taiyi falling into madness, shook his head helplessly, "Alright!"

"Hahaha, Taiyi! I’ve been wanting to fight you for a while. If you hadn’t always hidden in the Heavenly Court, denying me a chance, you would have already become a ghost under my fist!" Zhu Rong saw Taiyi, his head crowned with the Chaos Bell, his hands holding a page emitting mysterious radiance, charging towards him.

"Hmph, let’s see if you still have the energy to say these words later!" Taiyi’s expression was dark and cold, his eyes suddenly bursting with a solid blood radiance.

The medium of the page, an unknown metal, transformed into a brilliant golden light, darting forward fiercely, vibrant and sharp, blurring the surrounding void, seemingly tearing the heavenly vault apart.

"Hmm? What a sharp Spiritual Treasure, it could even be comparable to an Innate Treasure!" Li Qingming, hiding in the void, squinted his eyes. Touching his smooth chin, Li Qingming pointed to the sky, and the Eye of Heavenly Punishment in his brow quietly opened.

"Boom!"

A very faint booming sound traveled from far to near, a thin purple thunderbolt, emitting a mesmerizing sheen, delicately striking the thin metal plate.

Taiyi, utterly focused on Zhu Rong, never imagined someone would interfere with his attack.

"Sizzle!"

Struck by the purple thunder, the golden metal plate trembled, narrowly passing by Zhu Rong’s ear.

As a close combat master, Zhu Rong wouldn’t miss any opportunity to attack his enemy.

Zhu Rong’s fists, blazing with fiery flames, powerful as waves, rolled through scattered clouds. His red fists pierced through the air, like a robust yak trampling the heavenly vault, causing the void continuously to tremble.

"Boom!"

Hit hard, Taiyi was blasted dozens of feet away, his golden blood gushing out madly as if free of cost, spraying over a yard away.

Adhering to Li Qingming’s principle of "Strike while the enemy is down".

Zhu Rong frantically summoned the fire attribute Spiritual Energy roaming in his muscles, his body like the scorching sun, radiating intense heat, charging directly towards Taiyi, dozens of feet away.

"Zhu Rong, how dare you bully me like this?" Taiyi roared, the previously displaced metal plate eerily traced an arc, swiftly shooting towards Zhu Rong from behind.

"Pfft!"

The metal plate, swift as lightning, effortlessly sliced through Zhu Rong’s left arm, its fierce golden light turning into a sharp scalpel, deeply stabbing into Zhu Rong’s left arm.

"Sssh!"

Thick blood spurted out, the metal plate penetrating deeply into Zhu Rong’s left arm, slicing his flesh like chopping vegetables, but halted before the iron bones.

It wasn’t that Zhu Rong’s bones were extremely hard, but Li Qingming had secretly laid layers of small Spirit Arrays on the metal plate.

"Sizzle!"

Zhu Rong, with a gloomy face, looked at Taiyi and pulled out the metal plate, "Taiyi, you beast! You have successfully enraged me!"