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It was completely dark.

The once ethereal barrier of Xikunlun was now teetering on the brink of collapse like a soap bubble under the impact of the overwhelming malevolent energy.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The heavy sound of the war drums seemed to strike people's hearts, each beat causing the blood and qi of the immortals of Xikunlun to surge.

The Eastern King was panicked, utterly panicked.

He disregarded his dignity as the head of male immortals, raised his dragon-headed cane, and prepared to transform into a streak of light and escape.

"Queen Mother of the West! This is definitely aimed at you! Good luck to you, I'm going to get reinforcements!"

After saying that, he abandoned the Queen Mother of the West, mounted the Nine-Dragon Golden Chariot, and rushed off in the opposite direction like a stray dog.

As the Queen Mother of the West watched the King Father of the East's retreating figure, her contempt deepened, but even more so, despair filled her eyes.

The twelve ancestral witches all appeared; what kind of formation is this?

Even the great calamity of the Dragon-Han era was not as terrifying as this.

Am I, the Queen Mother of the West, destined to perish here today?

Just then, a deafening roar came from the sky.

Hey you, what kind of junk car are you? Get out of my way! A good dog doesn't block the road!

As soon as the sound faded, a colossal foot, thousands of feet long and wreathed in flames, descended from the sky.

Those are the feet of Zhu Rong!

Dongwanggong had only rushed a short distance when he ran right into the muzzle of the gun. Seeing the colossal, sky-covering foot descending from above, he was terrified and desperately tried to dodge it by channeling his magic.

But what kind of temper does Zhurong have?

The Ancestral Witch of Fire, a grumpy old man.

He was in a hurry to help his younger brother propose marriage, feeling both excited and anxious, when suddenly a golden carriage appeared out of nowhere and blocked his way, which was an eyesore.

"boom!"

The giant foot fell.

The Nine-Dragon Golden Chariot, which the Eastern King Duke was so proud of, didn't even make a ripple before being trampled into scrap metal.

The nine golden dragons pulling the cart let out a mournful cry and instantly turned into minced meat.

"puff!"

Although Dong Wanggong barely managed to avoid the core trampling zone, he was only swept by the aftershocks. He was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, spitting out blood, and his golden robe was blown into rags.

He crashed heavily onto a mountain peak, breaking half of it.

"Who?! Who dares to ambush me?!"

The Eastern King scrambled to his feet in a disheveled state, roaring fiercely but inwardly weakly.

"A sneak attack?"

Zhu Rong's enormous body manifested between heaven and earth, looking down at the ant-like Dong Wang Gong with disdain: "I trampled him openly and fairly! What corner of the earth did you spring out of, you worm? Daring to block the path of my Wu clan?"

The Eastern King was so angry that he trembled all over.

insect?

He is the foremost male immortal!

But when he saw the other Ancestral Witches slowly surrounding him, all his anger instantly turned into ice water, pouring over him from head to toe.

Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, Qiangliang, Gonggong...

They're all here.

What are these scoundrels doing here?

At this moment, the Queen Mother of the West, along with a group of female immortals, reluctantly flew out. Although they were afraid, this was, after all, her sacred ground, and there was no way to escape it.

She feigned composure and bowed to the ancestral witches in the air: "May I ask what brings you esteemed ancestral witches to Xikunlun? If it is for revenge, have you come to the wrong place?"

Her voice was trembling.

There was no way around it, the pressure was just too much.

Dijiang suppressed the spatial laws emanating from his body, trying to make his expression appear as... amiable as possible.

Although in the eyes of the Queen Mother of the West, that smile was more terrifying than a cry.

"Cough cough."

Di Jiang cleared his throat, trying to lower his voice as much as possible, but it was still like thunder: "Um... Fellow Daoist Xi Wangmu, right? Don't be nervous, we're not here to fight today."

Were you not here to fight?

The Queen Mother of the West glanced at the King Father of the East, who was still vomiting blood beside her, and then at the massive army of the Witch Clan that blotted out the sky.

You call this not a fight?

Who brings an army of hundreds of millions when they visit someone's home?!

"Then... why is that?" the Queen Mother of the West asked cautiously.

At this moment, Houtu came out.

Compared to the fierce and menacing deities of the other ancestral witches, Houtu appeared much gentler. She smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, do not be afraid. We have come today with some great news that we would like to discuss with you."

"A happy occasion?" The Queen Mother of the West was completely bewildered.

"Yes, it's a very happy occasion."

Houtu pointed to the heavily guarded luxury vehicle behind her: "My younger brother has long admired you, fellow Daoist. Today, he has specially prepared a small gift to... propose marriage."

"ha?"

The Queen Mother of the West was stunned.

Just as Dong Wanggong got up, preparing to slip away, he slipped and fell flat on his face.

Offering a betrothal gift?

The Witch Clan? Offering betrothal gifts to the Queen Mother of the West?

This is simply the biggest joke since the beginning of time!

"Um..." west Wangmu felt her brain wasn't quite working properly. "Houtu, are you joking?"

"Who's joking with you!"

Zhu Rong's booming voice rang out again: "My brother has taken a liking to you, that's your good fortune! Just tell me, will you marry him or not! If not..."

Zhu Rong clenched his fist, and a ball of divine fire exploded in his palm: "If you don't marry us, we'll flatten your Western Kunlun Mountain, take you back, and have you married!"

Sitting in the car, Lin Xuan heard Zhu Rong's words and covered his face in despair.

Brother!

Are you here to propose marriage, or to kidnap someone?

Who proposes like that?!

[System notification: Intense plot conflict detected; the protagonist's time to appear has arrived. Host, please display your charm and, with the assistance of the Ancestral Witches, win over the Queen Mother of the West.]

Lin Xuan took a deep breath.

There's nothing we can do.

If they don't show up soon, these brothers might really tear Xikunlun apart.

He straightened his clothes and opened the car door.

In an instant, the system's [Top-Tier Allure Aura] was activated at full power.

A gentle, refined figure slowly stepped out of the car.

He didn't have the exaggerated muscles of the Ancestral Witches, nor did he possess that terrifying aura. He wore a white robe, his face was incomparably handsome, his eyes were clear and deep, and a slightly apologetic smile played on his lips.

Among this group of muscular men, Lin Xuan was like a little white rabbit that had strayed into a pack of wolves, or a breath of fresh air, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Even the Queen Mother of the West was momentarily stunned when she first saw Lin Xuan.

What a handsome young man!

Is this really the witch clan?