Primordial Era: My comprehension is heaven-defying, I create the ability to transform into anything!

Chapter 19 I woke up and I wasn't myself anymore?

"boom!"

At that moment, with the appearance of Xing Yao, the next second, the axe and shield in his hand, carrying a terrifying power, smashed down on Zhu Rong!

The battle axe was sharp, as if it carried the power to split the heavens and earth.

With a single swing of the axe, the surrounding flames were instantly cleaved apart, and the axe light continued its momentum as it hurtled towards Zhu Rong!

Zhu Rong was stunned by the sudden axe blow. When he saw who had swung the axe, his eyes widened in fury!

"You little brat! You dare hit me? You're asking for trouble!"

Enraged, he threw a powerful punch at the battle axe!

The fist was wreathed in white flames, scorched by the intense heat of the Southern Ming Fire.

Before the battle axe could even touch the white flames, the axe blade was already glowing red, and then the red flames spread across the entire battle axe!

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

The axe handle was like a red-hot branding iron, so hot that it hissed and smoked from the palm of the hand.

Even so, he remained silent, determined to strike with his axe no matter what!

Zhu Rong's face was ashen. He didn't know when Xing Yao had jumped out, nor why Xing Yao had started hitting him.

Although Xing Yao's axe strike looked terrifying, the difference in their cultivation levels was ultimately an insurmountable chasm.

Even if that axe were to fall, he would be completely unharmed, at most suffering a minor wound.

But if one dies young, that would be terrible.

Although his punch was aimed at Xing Yao's battle axe, the Nanming Li Fire attached to his fist was no joke.

Let alone the fact that this Ganqi is not a defensive spiritual treasure, even if it were, once it gets tainted by this Nanming Li Fire, it would be like a maggot clinging to a bone, never extinguishing until it is completely burned to ashes!

Not only the axe and shield, but also anything that touches the shape of the axe and shield will turn to ashes!

This is the Southern Ming Fire!

Even Zhu Rong couldn't extinguish the Southern Ming Fire.

He is the manipulator, able to control the Nanming Li Fire on his body, ensuring it doesn't harm him in the slightest. However, he has no way to make the Nanming Li Fire extinguish itself during the burning process.

The Southern Bright Fire is one of the Ten Divine Fires of the Primordial Heaven.

In essence, these divine fires and waters are no different from innate spiritual treasures.

Innate spiritual treasures have their own will, and these innate divine fires and waters naturally also have their own will.

The same principle applies to the fire of Nanming.

Under normal circumstances, Zhu Rong can control the Nanming Fire at will, but he cannot make the Nanming Fire extinguish itself while burning objects.

Because this would violate the inherent characteristics of the Southern Ming Fire!

It's like water has a boiling point of 100 degrees Celsius. Do you really expect it to boil at 50 degrees Celsius? Is that even possible? Is that reasonable?

Everything has its own characteristics, just like people strive to go higher and water flows downhill.

The characteristic of the Nanming Li Fire is that it can burn everything, destroy everything, and never extinguish itself!

At that moment, Zhu Rong saw that the Nanming Li Fire wrapped around his fist was about to burn the battle axe. He gritted his teeth, and the Nanming Li Fire in his hand disappeared instantly.

After all, he couldn't really let Xing Yao die.

He was so frustrated he felt like vomiting blood, but there was nothing he could do; he had no other choice.

That iron fist slammed head-on into the axe blade!

"Clang!"

The sound of fine iron clanging and exploding resounded.

Sparks flew between the fist and the axe.

Zhu Rong grinned. As an ancestral witch, even without using her innate supernatural powers, her terrifying physical body was no joke.

He could easily overpower Xing Yao with sheer strength!

Not to mention the suppression caused by the bloodline of the Ancestral Witches.

"You little brat, do you know who I am?" Zhu Rong seized the opportunity to speak.

However, what awaited them was Xing Yao's axe blade, which was like a storm!

"Clang clang clang!"

The clanging sound of refined iron erupted as the axe blade collided with flesh, sparks flying everywhere.

Xing Yao showed no sign of stopping; in fact, he became more and more excited as the fight went on!

The red light in his eyes grew stronger, a terrifying fighting spirit erupted, and a hideous ghost face gradually appeared behind him.

The ghostly face was even more solid than the previous one.

A murderous aura, a spiritual aura, and a fighting spirit!

The three combined into one, the ghost's head was ferocious, and its ghostly eyes coldly looked at Zhu Rong, carrying a kind of domineering aura that was awe-inspiring.

Xing Yao's aura grew stronger and stronger, and in the end, his terrifying battle intent reached the peak that Xing Yao had previously possessed.

The fighting spirit is surging, and the blood is boiling!

Most importantly, this form of death is in a much better state than the previous form of death.

"Boom boom boom!"

The air crackled as fists clashed with axes.

Zhu Rong grew increasingly terrified and frightened as the battle raged on.

This fighting spirit is soaring wildly, as if it's free, with no upper limit to its growth; it's terrifying.

Moreover, when the fighting spirit reached a certain critical value, Zhu Rong even vaguely felt that the will of heaven and earth was on Xing Yao's side.

He struggled to move, and every step required immense strength.

What the hell is this?

"How come I never realized this little brat had such terrifying potential before?" Zhu Rong wondered, filled with doubt.

"Pfft!"

Suddenly, at that moment, taking advantage of Zhu Rong's momentary distraction, Xing Yao seized the opening, his large shield flashed, and his battle axe slashed fiercely at Zhu Rong's arm!

This axe strike embodied unparalleled fighting spirit.

Wherever the sharp blade passed, flesh and blood flew, and blood spurted out instantly!

"What?!" Zhu Rong exclaimed in horror!

Not only Zhu Rong, but also the surrounding Wu tribe members watching the battle all seemed to have seen a ghost.

Unbelievable!

This is absolutely unbelievable!

Zhu Rong, one of the twelve ancestral masters, was actually killed by Xing Yao?

Although the wound didn't look very deep, the blood only spurted out for a moment before stopping.

But an injury is an injury.

The fact that the invincible Ancestral Witch was injured was terrifying to them.

Most importantly, the one who injured Zhu Rong Zu was Xing Yao, whom they knew all too well!

"I never realized Xing Yao was this strong! He actually managed to injure Zhu Rong Zu?"

"Wait... isn't he just a logger? Are all loggers this strong?"

"This kid is hiding his true strength; he actually managed to injure Zhu Rong Zu?"

"Could this kid be the thirteenth patriarch?"

"Bullshit! He think he can be the thirteenth patriarch? He's not even worthy to carry the patriarch's shoes!"

"But he injured Zhu Rong, the ancestor?!"

"That was given to him by the ancestor Zhurong!"

"But he did injure Zhu Rong Zu!"

At this moment, the shamans discussed among themselves, which made Zhu Rong's face turn ashen.

Meanwhile, at the edge, the true form that had been rescued by several members of the witch clan slowly awoke.

Ignoring the pain in his body, in a daze, he seemed to see Zhu Rong Zu fighting with someone...

He didn't know when Zhu Rong Zu arrived, but that didn't stop him from being curious!

"How long have you been fighting? How come you're able to fight Zhu Rong Zu to a standstill?" Xing Yao pulled over a witch, her voice hoarse, but she still couldn't help asking out of curiosity.

The shaman didn't even turn his head, instinctively saying, "Not long, only three to five hundred rounds!"

"Three or five hundred? Impressive! No wonder you defeated me!" Xing Yao grinned, then felt a series of throbbing pains.

"No! You didn't see it, you don't know, that kid Xing Yao is absolutely amazing, he actually managed to fight Zhu Rong Zu to a standstill!" the shaman said, his tone sour and somewhat sentimental.

Formless: ? ? ?

Do you even know what you're saying?

Are you farting through the air?

Have the Wu tribe members lost their minds?

"Is Zhurong Zu fighting Xing Yao?" he asked uncertainly.

"Yes!" the shaman nodded.

"The one fighting Zhu Rong Zu is Xing Yao, then... who am I?" Xing Yao felt a slight itch on his head, his CPU was overloaded, and it started smoking.

I woke up and I wasn't myself anymore?

The shaman grew impatient: "Who are you? Don't you even know who you are? Have shamans these days lost their minds?"

After he finished cursing, he turned his head away with a displeased look on his face.

Then, he froze...

He glanced at Xing Yao, then at Xing Yao battling Zhu Rongzu in the distance, and fell silent. He felt a slight itch on his head; his brain was overloaded and starting to smoke.

"Are you Xing Yao?" he asked uncertainly.

Xing Yao said expressionlessly, "I think, probably!"

"Then... who was fighting against Zhu Rong Zu?" The shaman was bewildered.

Xing Yao roared in fury: "How the hell should I know? You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"

(End of this chapter)