As this pleasant voice reached Xuan's ears.
Xuan was startled.
He turned around and looked into the distance.
He saw a beautiful woman approaching him quickly. Her beautiful eyes were wide open as she looked at him in shock.
There were nine other people beside the woman. Eight of them were burly men, and one of them was a black-robed woman with a cold expression.
"Oh, so it's Fellow Daoist Houtu."
He looked at the Grand Wizard Houtu who had suddenly appeared in the distance.
Then, he looked at the few people around him.
Xuan naturally knew their identities.
Only the other nine Ancestors of Sorcery could appear together with the Grand Wizard Houtu, and they had similar powerful auras.
"I didn't expect to meet fellow daoist Xuan here. I was just curious why the aura of a battle between quasi-sages suddenly appeared here.”
Seeing Xuan recognize her, Houtu smiled and quickly approached.
Seeing this, the other Ancestral Magi quickly followed.
Xuan was just about to reply when a ghostly wail suddenly sounded.
"Big brother, help!"
It was Ancestral Sorcerer Tian Wu who saw the other ten Ancestral Sorcerers approaching. It was as if he had seen the light of hope in the darkness and his savior. He immediately sent a distress message to his boss, Di Jiang.
Tian Wu's voice suddenly stunned the ten Ancestors of Sorcery. They immediately looked in the direction of the voice.
"Are you Tian Wu?"
Looking at Tian Wu, whose face was now swollen and unrecognizable, Emperor Jiang was very surprised.
When the other Ancestors of Sorcery heard this, their eyes widened as well. They stared blankly at the Ancestral Sorcerer Tian Wu, who had suddenly shouted,
Although the Ancestral Sorcerer Tian Wu had been completely unrecognizable, the ten Ancestral Sorcerers would never mistake the unique aura of the bloodline connection between the Ancestral Sorcerers.
Just as the ten Ancestors of Sorcery were sizing up Ancestor of Sorcery Tian Wu, another furious voice suddenly sounded,""Daoist Wuna, watch this!"
It was Zhurong, who had just been sent flying by Xuan, flying back to the battlefield.
He immediately threw another punch at Xuan.
The familiar voice came again. Emperor Jiang and the other ten Ancestors of Sorcery were stunned again and looked in the direction of the voice.
"This is Zhurong?"
Emperor Jiang and the other Ancestors of Sorcery looked at Zhurong, whose face was also bruised and unrecognizable.
He felt that his brain was starting to run out of space.
This was an Ancestor of Sorcery who was known for his strong physical body like them. They could understand if he was beaten until he spat out blood and was seriously injured.
However, what was the matter with being beaten black and blue?
The ten Ancestors of Sorcery looked at Xuan.
Because Zhurong's target was Xuan.
Xuan naturally didn't hold back against Zhurong's attack. At the same time Zhurong punched, his figure flashed, letting Zhurong's punch land on his body. Then, he also punched Zhurong's face, sending Zhurong flying again.
The ten Ancestral Magi watched in a daze as Xuan took Zhurong's punch with his body, then punched Zhurong's face and sent Zhurong flying.
"Phew!"
The ten Ancestors of Sorcery exhaled heavily.
He understood.
He understood everything.
With such a powerful body, it was no wonder that Zhurong and Tian Wu were beaten black and blue.
However, in the next moment, all the Ancestors of Sorcery were furious.
This was their brother, but he was actually beaten up so miserably. It was simply too tragic to look at!
How could they not be furious?
Only Grand Wizard Houtu suddenly glanced at Peng Yu, who was far away from the battlefield, and instantly understood what was going on.
A bitter smile appeared on her face. She did not expect to encounter such a coincidence. If she had known earlier, she would have insisted on her suggestion.
That way, Zhurong and Tian Wu wouldn't come out to hunt down the Golden-Winged Roc.
Naturally, this situation would not have happened.
At this moment, Grand Wizard Di Jiang suddenly spoke.
"You're the Xuan that sister Houtu spoke of. Why are you so ruthless to our witch?”
Xuan looked at the Grand Wizard Houtu in surprise. So the Grand Wizard Houtu had mentioned him to the other Grand Wizards?
Houtu felt Xuan's gaze and smiled awkwardly.
Ever since he saw Xuan break through in the Purple Cloud Palace, Grand Wizard Houtu had a premonition that only Quasi-Sages would be able to hold their own in the Primordial World.
After returning from the Purple Cloud Palace, Houtu told the other eleven Ancestors of Sorcery everything she had seen and heard.
This was also the reason why the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery went into seclusion after Houtu returned from the Purple Cloud Palace. It was to break through to the Sage-to-be Realm.
Xuan didn't say anything and looked at his sister Houtu instead.
A hint of anger appeared on Emperor Jiang's face.
"Fellow Daoist Xuan, what do you mean by not speaking?”
Even the other nine Ancestors of Sorcery looked at Xuan in unison. They were still very cautious about the first Quasi-Sage to appear in the Primordial World after Hongjun attained Dao.
After all, Zhurong and Tian Wu's mistakes were right in front of them. This was also the reason why they didn't attack immediately.
"Oh, I also want to ask Fellow Daoist Emperor Jiang, why did your Wizard Tribe's Ancestor of Sorcery come to kill my mount?”
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