"Open your ancestral witch eyes wide and see clearly, is this kid still your honest and simple-minded Hou Yi who only knows how to practice archery?"

Upon hearing this, the gazes of the twelve Ancestral Witches all focused on Hou Yi.

In Zhu Jiuyin's eyes, which contained the power of time, divine light flashed. Fragments of the laws of time were constantly arising and ceasing in his eyes, as if trying to trace back to the origin and see through all illusions.

He scrutinized Hou Yi closely, his brows gradually furrowing.

Indeed, this physical body is Hou Yi's. The pure bloodline of the Wu clan and the innate primordial evil energy are undeniable. This is the foundation possessed only by the most powerful shamans of their Wu clan.

But... something's not right!

Under Zhu Jiuyin's Eye of Time, he vaguely saw that deep within this perfect Wu Clan battle body, the core of its soul seemed to be shrouded in a layer of hazy mist that did not belong to any power of the primordial world. The essence of that soul exuded a strange, twisted, and greedy and arrogant aura.

This feeling is completely different from Hou Yi's pure and unwavering warrior spirit!

Moreover, the pure killing intent emanating from this body, while similar to the warlike nature of the Wu Clan, is more extreme and pure, as if it is killing for the sake of killing, lacking the Wu Clan's fighting spirit to protect their clan and conquer the land.

"Stop spreading rumors and misleading the public!"

A cold, clear female voice rang out, interrupting Zhu Jiuyin's investigation.

The one who spoke was Xuanming, the Ancestral Witch of Rain. She was covered in bone spurs, had a cold and beautiful face, and was surrounded by a chilling aura that could freeze everything.

"Hou Yi was one of the most outstanding shamans of our clan, and the successor to the ancestral shaman sequence chosen by the Father God Temple! He was merely overwhelmed with grief and indignation over Kuafu's death, and his killing intent was a bit too strong—it's only human nature!"

Her beautiful eyes flashed with murderous intent as she stared at Chen Feng, saying each word slowly and deliberately, "Chen Feng, I don't care if you work for the Dao Ancestor or what supernatural powers you possess. Release the person immediately, or today will be your death day!"

"Death date?"

Chen Feng laughed and shook his head, his eyes looking at a group of unreasonable and unruly children.

"A successor? This piece of trash who was possessed by an extraterrestrial demon?"

"What did you say?!"

"An extraterrestrial demon?!"

Chen Feng's words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up a monstrous wave in the hearts of the Twelve Ancestral Witches!

They could tolerate Chen Feng's arrogance and ignore his provocations, but the words "extraterrestrial demons" touched the most sensitive nerve of them as descendants of Pangu!

This is the most vicious insult to the bloodline of the witch clan!

"court death!"

Gonggong, who had the most violent temper, could no longer restrain himself. He roared and threw a punch!

This punch, though lacking any earth-shattering brilliance, stirred up all the water-related laws of the world!

In an instant, it seemed as if all the rivers, lakes, and seas of the primordial world had been emptied, and endless black weak water condensed out of thin air, transforming into a terrifying torrent capable of submerging stars and corroding all things, crashing down on Chen Feng!

This strike was the wrath of the Ancestral Witches, a manifestation of the laws, enough to change the very fabric of heaven and earth!

Faced with this devastating attack, Chen Feng didn't even lift his eyelids.

He simply placed his left hand, which was holding Hou Yi, behind his back, and extended his right hand, pointing gently at the surging black torrent.

"Noisy."

As that indifferent word was uttered, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

The black torrent, containing the essence of the Great Dao of Water and powerful enough to engulf the entire world, suddenly stopped without warning when it was still a hundred feet away from Chen Feng.

It was as if time had frozen at this moment, and as if space itself had solidified.

Immediately afterwards, to the horrified eyes of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the massive black torrent, starting from its very tip, crumbled inch by inch, transforming into the purest water-elemental spiritual energy, which dissipated like dust and ultimately vanished completely.

It was as if it had never existed.

With a single finger, the ancestral witch's attack was annihilated!

The whole world fell into a deathly silence.

Zhu Rong's fury froze, Xuan Ming's murderous intent turned into horror, and even the usually calm and composed Di Jiang's faceless body trembled violently!

Gonggong was struck dumb, standing there as if by lightning. He could clearly feel that his connection with the laws of water had been forcibly, brutally, and without any room for resistance, severed by the other party's finger!

That is a higher-dimensional, higher-level power that completely surpasses their understanding of "Tao"!

"Now, can you quiet down and listen to me properly?"

Chen Feng withdrew his finger and calmly swept his gaze over the twelve Ancestral Witches. His indifferent eyes, however, brought unprecedented terrifying pressure to these twelve overlords of the primordial world.

Dead silence, still dead silence.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, these twelve terrifying beings who had roamed the primordial world since their birth, regarding all things as ants and the heavens and earth as their hunting grounds, experienced for the first time what it meant to feel suffocated.

It wasn't oppression in terms of strength, but an absolute crushing in terms of status, as if mortals were looking up at the heavens, unable to even muster the thought of resistance.

Gonggong's Adam's apple bobbed, as if he wanted to say something, but he found that his voice was being choked by an invisible hand, and he couldn't utter a single word. His proud water control law was now like a stagnant pool within his body, without any ripples, as if it were afraid of something.

"hehe……"

A soft laugh broke the maddening silence.

Chen Feng was amused and annoyed by the reactions of these blockheads. He shook his head, his impatience growing stronger.

"Excessive grief and anger? A bit too much murderous intent? You call that a bit too much?"

He shook Hou Yi, who was now completely limp in his hand, with only resentment in his eyes. His voice suddenly rose, like a great bell, making the twelve ancestral witches tremble!

"He was just about to draw his bow and use your witch clan's secret sun-shooting archery technique to give this random Taoist priest a good thrashing! That's called being possessed by a demon, you fools!"

"You!" Zhu Rong's fiery temper was ignited once again, but he was suppressed by Di Jiang's heavy aura as soon as he uttered a word.

Chen Feng completely ignored their reactions and continued to ruthlessly reveal the bloody truth.

"This monstrous soul has long been possessed by wandering ghosts from another world! The one controlling this body now is a madman whose mind is only focused on killing to become stronger! And he's even bound to some damned killing system! You, as ancestral witches and true descendants of Pangu, can't even tell that your carefully cultivated successor has been switched? You've truly disgraced the great god Pangu!"

"A wandering soul from another world?"

"A killing system?!"

Upon hearing this, Dijiang and Zhujiuyin's expressions became more solemn than ever before!

They may not care about Chen Feng's arrogance, but the words "body possession" and "other world" touch upon the most fundamental taboos of the primordial world!

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