In the primordial era: the Wu tribe ceased its struggle for supremacy, and Hongjun collapsed!

"Does having a bigger fist mean you're destined to be together?"

Lao Tzu was speechless.

A hint of embarrassment and annoyance flashed in his eyes.

As the head of the Three Pure Ones and the true embodiment of Pangu's primordial spirit, how could he have ever been so openly insulted?

In the past, when I traveled in the wilderness, who wouldn't give me some face?

But today, that approach doesn't work.

Lao Tzu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger. He tried to find a way out of the impasse, attempting to use words to negotiate again: "Fellow Daoist, we are all descendants of Pangu, born of the same root, why must we..."

Don't give me that.

Dijiang interrupted him without any politeness, his silver eyes devoid of any warmth, only as cold as a blade: "Just now, when your second brother Yuanshi insulted my Wu clan as creatures with fur and horns and wanted to kill my clan's Great Witch, why didn't you say you were of the same root? Just now, when that three-legged crow was clamoring to exterminate my clan, why didn't you say 'Why bother?'"

"Now that you see we brothers outnumber you and have the strongest fists, you're starting to talk about reason and curry favor?"

Dijiang's lips curled into a mocking smile, and his voice suddenly rose, echoing through the valley: "There's no such thing as a free lunch!"

Upon hearing this, Yuanshi Tianzun's face turned a deep liver color, clearly enraged. How could he, the dignified Yuanshi of the Jade Purity Realm, have ever suffered such humiliation?

"Elder brother! Why waste words with these barbarians!" Yuanshi gritted his teeth, his body surging with Jade Purity Immortal Light. "I refuse to believe that with the supreme treasures we three brothers possess, we're afraid of them!"

Although the Tongtian Sect Leader was warlike, he was frowning at this moment, his gaze shifting back and forth between the Twelve Ancestral Witches. His eyes showed less of his usual arrogance and more of an unprecedented solemnity.

Lao Tzu sighed inwardly, put on the signature sorrowful expression of the Western duo, and slowly shook his head: "Second brother, do not be rash."

He looked at Dijiang, his tone softening slightly, tinged with a hint of probing: "Then, in your opinion, how should this matter be resolved?"

Di Jiang stood with his hands behind his back, the space behind him slightly distorted, as if it could devour everything at any moment. He uttered a sentence calmly, each word carrying immense weight:

"It's simple. Those who attacked my Wu clan and spoke disrespectfully just now, get out of Buzhou Mountain immediately!"

"The treasures here are not for you!"

Upon hearing this, the world seemed to freeze for a moment.

The wind stopped, and the clouds dispersed.

Even the gourd vine, about to be born, seemed to sense the tense and terrifying atmosphere, shrinking back and its precious light receding.

"What did you say?!"

Donghuang Taiyi was the first to explode. He was a born emperor, born with the Chaos Bell in his arms, and his ambition was even higher than that of the Three Pure Ones.

Tell him to get lost? That's worse than killing him!

"Dijiang! Don't push your luck!" Taiyi roared, his hair standing on end in fury. The Chaos Bell above his head boomed loudly, its waves shattering the clouds for tens of thousands of miles around. "Today, I'll see what you're capable of making me leave!"

Although Di Jun was extremely shrewd, his face was ashen at this moment.

The two brothers came here specifically for the spiritual treasure. If they were to leave in such a disgraceful manner, not only would they lose the treasure, but they also had aspirations to accomplish great things. If they retreated in such a humiliating manner, how would they maintain their standing in the prehistoric world? What would become of their reputation?

On the Sanqing side, Yuanshi Tianzun was so angry that he trembled all over. If Laozi hadn't stopped him, he probably would have already unleashed his killing move.

Laozi looked at Dijiang and said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist, are you really going to be so resolute? Aren't you afraid of making a deadly enemy, and in the future..."

"We'll deal with the future later."

Dijiang wasn't buying it at all. He slowly raised his right hand and clenched his fist tightly.

"Since you are unwilling to leave with dignity, then we brothers will help you leave with dignity!"

"boom--!!!"

As Di Jiang finished speaking, twelve terrifying auras, like twelve pillars supporting the sky, suddenly erupted and soared straight into the heavens!

That's the aura of a peak Great Luo Golden Immortal!

Moreover, this is not just any ordinary peak-level Great Luo!

The Three Pure Ones, Di Jun, and others present were shocked to discover that these twelve auras not only contained terrifying blood and qi power, but also a primordial spirit fluctuation that was extremely refined, perfect, and flawless!

"How is this possible?!"

Lao Tzu cried out in surprise, his usually calm and undisturbed mind now stirred up a stormy sea.

Physical Great Luo! Peak Primordial Spirit Great Luo!

"This...this..."

The rage in Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes was instantly extinguished by a bucket of ice water, replaced by deep terror.

The Great Luo of the Physical Body—this means that the physical body alone can withstand ordinary innate spiritual treasures!

"Big brother..." Tongtian swallowed hard and transmitted his voice, "This... this is too tough."

Lao Tzu felt an overwhelming bitterness in his heart.

He quickly made a decision in his mind.

Our side: We are at the peak of the Great Luo realm, while Yuanshi and Tongtian are at the late Great Luo realm. Although Dijun and Taiyi are strong, they are only at the late Great Luo realm. In total, we have five high-end combatants at most.

The opponent: Twelve peak-level Great Luo Immortals! And they are monsters who cultivate both physical body and primordial spirit!

Not to mention, this is Buzhou Mountain, the stronghold of the Wu tribe. Who knows what other tricks they have up their sleeves?

If a real fight breaks out, even if I have the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda protecting me and making me invincible, what about Yuanshi and Tongtian? They will probably be torn to pieces by this group of ferocious Ancestral Witches!

"We've lost...we've lost completely."

Lao Tzu made a decision in his heart. Although he was extremely unwilling and felt humiliated, the situation was beyond his control, and he had no choice but to bow his head.

He took a deep breath, dispelling the magical energy emanating from his body, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Dijiang, and said in a dry voice:

"Fellow Daoist's supernatural powers are unparalleled; we... are no match for them."

"Since this treasure is not meant for us, the three of us brothers will leave now."

After saying this, Lao Tzu seemed to age several years in an instant. He didn't look at the incredulous eyes of Yuanshi and Tongtian, but with a wave of his sleeve, he swept the two up, built a golden bridge, and fled towards the horizon without looking back.

Watching the three Pure Ones leave in a disheveled state, Dijiang snorted coldly and turned his gaze to the remaining two Golden Crows.

"What? You want me, the Ancestral Witch, to treat you to dinner?"

Zhu Rong grinned and stepped forward, the divine fire in his hand already condensed into a fire dragon, roaring at Taiyi.

Di Jun's face was extremely grim.

Even the Three Pure Ones have run away, so what's the point of the two brothers staying here?

Are we going to our deaths?

Taiyi clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, drawing blood. He was unwilling to accept this! He was the man destined to become the Heavenly Emperor, yet today he was forced to flee without a fight!

"Taiichi, let's go!"

Di Jun grabbed Taiyi's arm, his voice low and hoarse, "As long as the green hills remain, there's always firewood to burn. Today's humiliation will be repaid a hundredfold in the future!"

Taiyi took a deep breath and looked at Dijiang and the twelve Ancestral Witches one last time, as if he wanted to etch their faces into his bones.