Primordial Era: I am a treasure trove, full of magical treasures.

Xuanbao had just descended halfway down Buzhou Mountain when he sensed the blood energy covering the entire mountain. Xuanbao was very familiar with this blood energy; he had felt the same way when he encountered Kuafu and Houyi on Buzhou Mountain last time. However, at this moment, Xuanbao sensed at least several hundred members of the Wu tribe within his range.

"What's going on with the Wu tribe? Are they coming up to climb the mountain in a group?"

However, Xuanbao wasn't afraid. Putting aside his relationship with Houtu, Xuanbao's own strength was not to be underestimated. Although he might not be as good as the Ancestral Witches, the gap shouldn't be too big. Of the hundreds of witches he sensed, only one aura posed a threat to him. Due to his enhanced physique, Xuanbao also wanted to find an opportunity to experience the thrill of fists hitting flesh. These witches had come at just the right time. Xuanbao directly condensed his magic power and stomped his foot on the ground, causing the ground within a radius of ten thousand miles to tremble. Hundreds of witches were successfully attracted by Xuanbao.

Before long, a dark mass of the Wu tribe rushed over.

"Who are you, you brat, daring to cause trouble on my witch clan's territory!" The leader, a burly witch, glared angrily and shouted directly. He held a shield in one hand and an axe in the other. Judging from his imposing presence, he was probably a great witch, and among the great witches, he was likely one of the best.

However, Xuanbao recognized the leading shaman at a glance. As the saying goes, "Xingtian wields his axe and shield, his fierce will remains steadfast," which is none other than the "headless war god Xingtian" of later generations. However, looking at the shaman in front of him, Xuanbao couldn't connect this shaman with the war god Xingtian at all. Was transformation in the primordial world really that casual? But looking at the axe and shield in Xingtian's hand, Xuanbao had to admit that he was indeed Xingtian. Judging from his appearance, Xuanbao said that Xingtian being headless was a cosmetic procedure. At first glance, Xingtian looked like a green-skinned beastman who had become a demon. His appearance was quite unique, with bulging eyes, buck teeth, thick lips, and a bald head. Xuanbao felt that Xingtian's appearance was not as good-looking as those demons with human bodies and bull heads. Xuanbao felt that looking at Xingtian was an eyesore.

Xing Tian, ​​who had just finished fighting with the demon race, hadn't had his fill of fighting yet. He didn't expect to run into another one while cleaning up Buzhou Mountain. He was already eager to try his luck, but seeing how skinny the kid in front of him was, he figured it wouldn't be very satisfying to fight him. But something was better than nothing. Didn't he see that his little witches were all gleaming with excitement?

Seeing the young man opposite him standing there dumbfounded, ignoring him and seeming rather dim-witted, Xing Tian was instantly enraged. He roared, "Boy, how dare you underestimate my Witch Clan!" With that, he swung his axe and shield and charged towards Xuan Bao. Xuan Bao reacted extremely quickly, dodging the attack by sidestepping. Xing Tian's axe and shield struck the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Having dodged Xing Tian's attack, and seeing that Xing Tian had made the first move, Xuan Bao, who had been itching for a fight, immediately unleashed a "Sun-shaped punch" at Xing Tian. Seeing the little guy in front of him using his fist to hit him, Xing Tian was extremely disdainful. He was a Great Witch, and even a high-grade innate spiritual treasure might not be able to hurt him. The little guy in front of him actually used his fist to hit him. He would consider it a loss if he just dodged it.

"Bang!" Xing Tian, ​​who had initially been unconcerned, instantly changed his expression after taking Xuan Bao's seemingly ordinary punch. That seemingly unremarkable punch sent him slid for over a thousand meters, his internal organs churning with pain. Xing Tian looked at his trembling arm, his face filled with shock. How could this seemingly weak kid possess such immense strength? This was bad; he'd probably kicked a hornet's nest today.

Xuanbao seized the opportunity. In his previous life, he had watched many kung fu movies, especially those edited martial arts commentaries by the uploaders, which he loved to watch. In his previous life, he could not perform them at all due to his physical condition. Now, with the physique of a peak Golden Immortal, fighting is a piece of cake. What about the Foshan Shadowless Kick, which can kick seven times in a row? He can kick it for seven days in a row now.

Having just recovered from the shock, Xing Tian was naturally unwilling to accept defeat. Even if he couldn't win, he had to fight. As a member of the Wu Clan, he naturally had the determination to fight against heaven and earth. He gripped his axe and shield tightly and charged back, but he was quickly knocked back even faster.

Xing Tian: ?

The lesser witches: ?

Their invincible Great Witch Xing Tian had actually been brutally defeated. How could this be allowed? It was always their Witch Clan that bullied others, not the other way around. "Brothers, let's go and kill him!" One of the lesser witches led the charge, and hundreds of Witch Clan members surged toward Xuan Bao.

"Good timing!" Xuanbao was not surprised but delighted by the scene. He rushed over and used his "Level 8 Fist Opening Cannon" to send two witch soldiers flying thousands of meters with his elbow. Of course, this was with Xuanbao holding back Hai. Otherwise, Xuanbao could have turned the mere witch soldiers into a bloody mist with a single punch. He didn't have any blood feud with the witch clan. Besides, his number one ranked sister was Houtu of the witch clan. He just wanted to experience the feeling of punches landing with flesh and blood. There was no need to kill him.

Next, Xuanbao was like a tiger among sheep. He used all eight killing moves of Bajiquan: "King Yama's Hand Swing, Overlord's River Break, Three Disregards at the Door, Facing the Wind and Sun, Standing Heaven Cannon, Opening Doors Left and Right, Oriole's Double Claws, and Fierce Tiger Climbing the Mountain". He also interspersed strange moves such as tornado destroying a parking lot and crows flying in airplanes.

Xuanbao unleashed his fists and feet freely among the Wu tribe people, beating them until they were lying on the ground, unable to get up. Xing Tian, ​​who had just climbed out of the mountain, saw the scene before him and thought, "What kind of strange moves are these?"

Xing Tian was now full of questions. Why did this person fight so differently from him? In the primordial world, fights were either between magical treasures or between fists and flesh, with at most some laws added to the mix. This unknown person, however, seemed to be dancing in a crowd when he fought. At this moment, even the battle-hardened Xing Tian was confused. Without Xing Tian as the great shaman, all the other lesser shamans would be overthrown by Xuanbao Liao in just a few breaths, and there would be a chorus of groans on the ground.

Seeing the groans of the Wu tribe scattered on the ground, Xuanbao shook his arm, still feeling a bit unsatisfied. Xing Tian, ​​his face full of shock, gritted his teeth after regaining his senses and charged forward again with his axe. "Still not convinced?" Xuanbao chuckled, dodging the axe and whip, and delivered a whip kick to Xing Tian's waist. Xing Tian grunted and staggered backward.

Just then, a majestic voice rang out: "Stop!" Houtu and a goddess with a cold personality but a very hot appearance walked over. When Xing Tian saw Houtu, he immediately knelt on one knee: "Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, look at the other goddess and respectfully greet Xuanming, the Ancestral Witch."

So she was the Ancestral Witch Xuanming, and she was indeed quite beautiful. While Xuanbao was still admiring Xuanming's figure, Houtu was also looking at Xuanbao with a strange gaze. Houtu felt very strange about this black-haired stranger; she seemed to have seen her somewhere before.

Xuanbao wasn't surprised that Houtu didn't seem to recognize him. After absorbing the essence and blood of the Demon God of Control, not only had his appearance and temperament changed, but even his aura had changed. It was normal that Houtu wouldn't recognize him.

Stopping his movements, Xuanbao grinned and cupped his hands, saying, "Sister Houtu, it's been a long time." A hint of confusion flashed in Houtu's eyes, but then she seemed to remember something and laughed, "So it's you, kid. I was wondering why you looked familiar." Xuanming sized up Xuanbao, his eyes filled with curiosity, "Houtu, who is this young man? His strength is quite impressive, managing to make Xing Tian and his group of witch soldiers look so pathetic."

"He's a little money-grubber, and Sister Xuanming is the one who gave us advice." But it's only been almost a thousand years since I last saw this little guy, how come he's changed so much? I almost didn't recognize him today.

"Oh." I didn't expect him to be the one who devised the plan for our Wu Clan. Because of his plan, our Wu Clan has gained a lot of face this time. My elder brother is still trying to find him. Xuanming looked at Xuanbao with great interest. "Such a clever and capable little guy is really rare." Xuanming walked forward and pulled Xuanbao, preparing to head towards the sacred land of the Wu Clan. Looking at the group of Wu Clan soldiers lying on the ground, he rolled his eyes and said, "Get up, stop pretending to be dead. Everyone has shown mercy. Go back and train more."

And so, Xuanbao was inexplicably invited back to the Witch Clan. However, judging from the current situation, it wouldn't harm him at all, and he might even gain something unexpected.