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Pangu Hall.

This is the stronghold of the Witch Clan, and also the place with the heaviest malevolent energy in the entire primordial world. Normally, it is gloomy and eerie, and even with torches lit, it still exudes a chill.

But today, the Pangu Hall is excessively bright.

At the very top of the main hall hangs a huge cage made of an unknown metal. The cage is covered with densely packed runes of the witch clan, which serve only one purpose: to extract spiritual energy and suppress demonic power.

Inside the cage, nine three-legged golden crows huddled together, shivering.

The true fire of the sun on their bodies was forced to be released continuously, and through the runes on the cages, it was transformed into gentle heat and light, which filled the entire hall.

Below the main hall, a group of newborn witches were running around naked.

"Oh, it's so warm today!"

"Yeah, yeah, I usually get a runny nose from the cold at this time of year, but today I'm actually sweating!"

"I heard that's a giant bird that the thirteenth ancestral witches caught, specifically to keep us warm!"

A curious little witch picked up a stone and threw it at the cage above.

"when!"

The stone hit the cage.

The three golden crows inside were startled and instinctively cried out, "Caw!"

The children below were overjoyed.

"Haha! This bird can even sing! Throw another one!"

So, even more stones flew up.

The nine Golden Crow Princes were utterly devastated. They were noble demon princes! Normally, they were revered by all demons, but now they were being made fools of like monkeys by a bunch of immature witch cubs?

"A humiliation! A humiliation indeed!" The Great Golden Crow cried out in grief and indignation, covering its head with its wings. "Father! Uncle! Why haven't you come to save us yet?!"

At this moment, beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, in the Demon Court.

Inside the Lingxiao Palace, the atmosphere was so oppressive it was suffocating.

Di Jun sat on the throne of the Heavenly Emperor, his face so gloomy it could drip water. Just now, the last little golden crow, Lu Ya, who had escaped, ran in crying and shouting, saying that his brothers had all been shot down and captured by the Witch Clan.

"Lin Xuan! A member of the Witch Clan!"

Di Jun slammed his hand on the table, and the table, made of ten-thousand-year-old black jade, instantly turned into dust.

"This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!"

The Donghuang Taiyi beside him also had a murderous look on his face, and the Donghuang Bell (Chaos Bell) in his hand was buzzing, as if it was about to fly out and smash someone at any time.

"Brother! We can't tolerate this!" Taiyi roared. "That Lin Xuan not only stole my sister-in-law, but now he dares to touch my nephews! He's trying to destroy the foundation of our demon race! Let's gather our troops right now, march on the Pangu Palace, and slaughter those barbarians!"

Di Jun took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"We must not act rashly. The Witch Clan now possesses a primordial spirit and those bizarre resurrection methods; a direct confrontation would put us at a disadvantage."

"What can we do then? Are we just going to watch our nephews suffer?"

"Of course not!" Di Jun stood up, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "They kidnapped my son, and I'll make them pay! Let's go! We'll go there ourselves! I want to see if Lin Xuan dares to kill someone right in front of me!"

"If he dares to lay a finger on my son, I will detonate the Zhou Tian Star Array and drag the entire primordial world down with him!"

Di Jun and Tai Yi transformed into two long rainbows and headed straight for Buzhou Mountain.

Outside the Pangu Hall.

Lin Xuan, who was distributing snacks to the little witches, suddenly looked up.

"They're here."

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Big brother, second brother, get ready to receive our guests."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a furious shout came from the sky.

"Lin Xuan, you brat! Get out here!"

This angry roar, mixed with the terrifying pressure of a late-stage Quasi-Saint, caused the surrounding rocks to tumble down.

Di Jun and Tai Yi hovered in mid-air, with a sky full of demonic clouds behind them. Although only two people came, their aura was like that of a thousand troops.

Lin Xuan slowly walked out of the main hall, followed by the twelve Ancestral Witches.

That was quite a grand display.

"Oh, isn't this His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor?" Lin Xuan said, still holding a half-eaten fruit in his hand, chewing as he spoke. "What brings you here? Are you here to deliver child support?"

"Enough with the nonsense!" Di Jun was furious at Lin Xuan's nonchalant attitude. "Hand over my son!"

"Son?" Lin Xuan feigned ignorance. "What son? Oh, you mean those pheasants that set fires everywhere?"

"A pheasant?!" Taiyi was so angry he almost smashed the bell down. "That's a golden crow! A divine beast!"

"Who cares about chickens?" Lin Xuan shrugged. "They burned tens of thousands of miles of land around the Kuafu tribe, killing countless lives. According to the Primordial Law on Public Security Administration, this is a serious crime of arson. I'm locking them up for labor reform now; that's acting on behalf of Heaven."

"You!" Di Jun pointed at Lin Xuan, his finger trembling. "You're courting death! Release them now! Otherwise, today will be the day your Wu Clan is wiped out!"

"Extermination of the entire clan?"

Dijiang took a step forward, and the spatial laws on his body surged, directly pushing back Dijun's oppressive aura.

"Di Jun, how dare you say that? Want to fight? Come on! We brothers are itching for a fight!"

The two sides were on the verge of a fight.

Just then, the mournful cry of the Great Golden Crow echoed from the main hall.

"Father! Help! These barbarians are throwing stones at me! They even said they'd pluck my feathers and make a feather duster!"

When Di Jun heard that voice, his heart broke.

He strained his eyes and peered through the main hall's doors to see the scene inside.

Those noble golden crows were crammed into a cage like quails, while a group of little witches below them were laughing and throwing stones.

This scene was more painful for Dijun than killing them.

This is an insult! A blatant insult!

"Ah—! Lin Xuan! I'm going to kill you!"

Di Jun has completely gone mad.

He formed hand seals, and the Hetu Luoshu flew out, transforming into countless stars, about to crash down upon the Pangu Palace.

Taiyi also summoned the Eastern Emperor Bell, whose sound carried destructive sonic waves, threatening to shatter all the witches present.

"Want to make a move?"

Lin Xuan tossed the fruit pit in his hand, his eyes instantly turning cold.

"Then let's see who dies!"

"The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation! Activate!"