Chapter Sixty-Nine: The Six Great Ancestral Witches Self-Destruct

Boom!

Dust and smoke billowed. Under the crushing might of the boundless power of the Saints, even the bare-chested giant showed a trace of astonishment in his eyes. Yet he felt no fear. With a thunderous roar, he fought back with all his strength.

A deafening rumble shook the earth as it began to split open, forming a massive chasm. The bare-chested giant fell to one knee, sinking deep into the ground.

Such was the terror of a Saint’s power!

All the Wu tribe watched this scene unfold in utter shock. Was it possible that the true form of Father Pangu himself could not overcome a mere Saint?

Kunpeng and Jieyin were equally stunned. The might of the Saints was truly monstrous—even Pangu’s true form was far inferior.

“If only I could become a Saint…” Jieyin’s desire burned even more fiercely as he cast a deep look at the awe-inspiring Hongyun of the Celestial Court. For a fleeting instant, a blood-red glint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

“We must never make ourselves an enemy of the Celestial Court!” Kunpeng silently repeated to himself, though his thoughts ran contrary to Jieyin’s. Witnessing the overwhelming power of two Saints, how could he dare covet that wisp of primordial purple energy any longer?

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“As expected of Pangu’s true form. Even after being weakened so many times over, his physical might remains terrifying,” Li Tian could not help but sigh in admiration as he watched Pangu’s true form struggling bitterly against both himself and Nuwa.

“But this is as far as it goes!”

His eyes turned cold. Li Tian soared into the air, summoning an ocean of Heavenly Dao power. Gazing down at the bare-chested giant, he gently uttered a single word: “Disperse!”

As soon as the word left his lips, a mysterious force from the void enveloped the giant, freezing him in place… Then, all the strange runes on the giant’s body flared a blinding blood-red.

“Explode!”

Nuwa also called out sharply, her eyes flashing with divine brilliance as she unleashed her own torrent of Heavenly Dao power.

“Aaaah!!”

The bare-chested giant threw his head back and howled. With a series of thunderous detonations, his form shattered, splitting into twelve figures which scattered in all directions.

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“We have lost,” muttered Di Jiang in disbelief. The twelve ancestral Wu struggled to their feet, their eyes vacant.

With this defeat, what future remained for the Wu tribe?

“Are you willing to yield to my Celestial Court?” Li Tian stood above them like a supreme deity, his gaze sweeping over the twelve ancestral Wu as he posed his question coolly.

“Hurry, submit to the Celestial Court!” All those on the Celestial Court’s side were greatly heartened by his words. They stepped forward in unison, pressing toward the Wu tribe.

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“No!”

“We are the descendants of Pangu—how could we surrender?”

“We will fight to the death!”

Seeing the Celestial Court’s menacing advance, the great Wu and ordinary tribesmen alike erupted with fury, their warlike bloodline fully awakened.

“Hmph!” Li Tian snorted coldly, the full force of his Saintly presence crashing down upon the Wu. Instantly, every member of the Wu tribe felt as if a bone stuck in their throats; their faces flushed red, but not a word could escape their lips.

Seeing this, Li Tian couldn’t be bothered to argue further with these ants. Instead, he turned to the twelve ancestral Wu, his tone indifferent. “Consider it.”

Di Jiang glanced up at the lofty, awe-inspiring Li Tian. After a long silence, he finally lowered his proud head.

The more sensible ancestral Wu—Zhu Jiuyin among them—knew the outcome was sealed and could only bow their heads in silence.

“We are the descendants of Pangu! How can we yield to these water-borne, egg-hatched creatures?” Upon seeing Di Jiang and the others’ expressions, Zhu Rong understood their thoughts and, furious, snapped in frustration, forcing himself to stand.

“That’s right! Our Wu tribe swears never to surrender, even unto death!” On hearing this, Gong Gong, Ru Shou, Qiang Liang, Ju Mang, Tian Wu, She Bi Shi, and even Xuan Ming—the only woman among them—rose to their feet, glaring angrily at Li Tian suspended in the sky.

“Supreme, Infinite, Sublime Dharma Heavenly Emperor, put away your wolfish ambition! Our Wu tribe would rather die than yield!” Xuan Ming’s voice thundered, her eyes glowing with crimson light.

She had not forgotten the humiliation Li Tian had once brought her countless years before.

“Yield—or die!”

Li Tian dismissed their resolve with icy indifference. His eyes hardened, and a vast oppressive force bore down on the nine ancestral Wu who glared at him.

“What fear is there in death?”

Zhu Rong suddenly stepped forward, his body swelling rapidly in size. His eyes burned with raging fire as he stared at Li Tian.

“The Wu do not fear death!” Gong Gong, Xuan Ming, and the other seven ancestral Wu’s eyes also blazed red. Their bodies expanded, and with a furious roar, they charged toward Li Tian and Nuwa.

“Stop!” Di Jiang was the first to react, crying out in alarm. Zhu Jiuyin and Houtu also urgently tried to intervene.

Li Tian, too, was taken aback by the ancestral Wu’s decisiveness.

Nuwa was equally shocked and called out, “Stop them, quickly!”

Li Tian did not dare delay. He flew up, summoning the boundless power of the Heavenly Dao to seal them off. But by then, Zhu Rong and the other seven’s bodies had already swelled to one hundred thousand miles high, and they were expanding rapidly. Now it was too late to stop them…

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Six earth-shattering explosions erupted. At the last possible moment, Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin, and Houtu managed to restrain Gong Gong, Ju Mang, and Xuan Ming from self-destruction.

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Even so, the force of the self-detonations was staggering.

In the instant of detonation, the six ancestral Wu’s forms swelled to hundreds of thousands of miles before exploding, shattering the heavens and sundering the earth.

Imagine—six bombs, each ten times the size of the earth, detonating simultaneously. What kind of catastrophe would that be?

Fortunately, Li Tian and Nuwa reacted instantly, channeling vast power to contain the explosion near Mount Buzhou. Had they been a moment slower, it would have rivaled the disaster of Luohu’s self-destruction.

Even so, the devastation was unimaginable.

Within millions of miles, everything was transformed into enormous craters by the blast. Countless gods and Wu perished in the aftermath.

Numerous divine clans near the battlefield were also caught in the crossfire, their casualties uncountable.

“Everyone, follow me—kill them all!”

Witnessing so many Celestial Court members perish, the high-ranking officials of the Celestial Court flew into a rage, rallying their subordinates to storm the Wu tribe.

Seeing this, the Wu tribe’s eyes burned crimson with fury.

“The Wu do not fear death!”

“Kill!”

Li Tian stood high above, watching the two sides clash in bloody battle, but made no move to intervene.

After all, both the Wu and the gods were far too numerous…

Perhaps it would be best to let this war cull their numbers a bit.

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“Di Jiang, are you willing to yield now?”

Li Tian and Nuwa descended side by side to where the six remaining ancestral Wu stood.

“Damn you, Supreme, Infinite, Sublime Dharma Heavenly Emperor!” Gong Gong, Ju Mang, and Xuan Ming glared at Li Tian, their faces contorted with hate. Di Jiang and the other two looked stricken, but they kept their wits, holding the furious trio back.

By now, the Celestial Court’s army and the Wu tribe were locked in brutal combat, the carnage unending. Every moment, countless lives were lost.

The endless screams of the dying tore at Di Jiang’s heart and those of his kin.

With the twelve ancestral Wu gone, the Wu tribe was outmatched—both in elite and ordinary strength—by the Celestial Court.

“Supreme, Infinite, Sublime Dharma Heavenly Emperor, our Wu tribe submits!” Di Jiang gritted his teeth, finally making his decision.