Nuannuan sighed, "Everyone, please stand up."

"I've already told you, my father has passed away, there's no need for you to test me intentionally."

"Since I dare to take on the position of Grand Master, I have the strength to back it up. Who else wants to challenge me?"

Everyone finally calmed down a bit and stood up, scrutinizing Nuannuan. Some were still nervous as they looked at the empty God Statue behind her.

Finally, an elderly man in a Siegel blue suit stepped forward and cupped his hands toward Nuannuan.

"Saintess, I know you've always been dissatisfied with our Zhu Rong Gate. If you want to become our Grand Master, you'll have to convince me wholeheartedly. If you can defeat me, I'll serve you as my master."

Yang Fei was taken aback, "This old man is actually Zhu Rong?"

The conflicts Yang Fei had with the Wu Clan were mostly related to the Witch Clan's Fire Gate.

The two mercenary groups under the Fire Gate, the Heavenly Fire Sect Mercenaries and the Great White Bear Mercenaries, were both directly and indirectly annihilated by Yang Fei.

Yang Fei did not expect that the Witch King Zhu Rong of the Fire Gate would appear here.

Nuannuan snorted softly and spoke in a light tone.

"Zhu Rong, it was your idea to conspire with the other four Witch Kings to betray the Ancestral Altar, imprison my grandfather, and place a Five Elements Ban on me, wasn't it? Today, we'll settle this once and for all."

Zhu Rong smiled slightly, without evading the question, and nodded in agreement.

"Saintess, you are correct. I orchestrated all of this."

"Ever since you stole the Dreamlike Golden Butterfly, I knew things had spiraled out of control. I was the one who issued the kill order on you."

"However, I didn't expect the Witch Master to appear at this moment. It's just my bad luck, a sign of the times, and fate."

Nuannuan calmly shook her head, "You've always advocated for the rise of the Wu Clan, intending to control human society and even establish a nation of the Wu Clan."

"But have you ever considered that this will lead to war, and how many commoners will die in the flames, and how many of our Witch Clan Warriors will perish as well?"

Zhu Rong shook his head, his eyes revealing a fervent glint.

"I haven't counted, but I imagine it would be quite a few. But so what?"

"Only by establishing our nation can our Wu Clan become more prosperous and developed. Just hiding away will only lead to our decline."

"Is the ancestral teaching from over a thousand years ago still valid today?"

As he said this, his eyes grew even more fervent.

"Even if the Witch Master descends, I would say the same. My intentions are solely for the rise of the Wu Clan, without a trace of selfishness."

Nuannuan sighed, "Grandfather Zhu Rong, you are one of the few wise men among our Wu Clan."

"But haven't you considered that even if the Wu Clan establishes a nation and seizes human resources, disaster could soon follow?"

"Even my father couldn't fight against the gods, what makes you think you can?"

Zhu Rong snorted and shook his head, "I will do my best until death."

"I've had enough of living such a humiliating life, and I refuse to live in such compromise any longer."

"Nuannuan, let's end the grievances between us here. If you can defeat me, my Fire Gate lineage will submit to the Ancestral Altar henceforth."

"Otherwise, please step aside and let me lead the Wu Clan to fight for a new world."

As he said this, Zhu Rong's clear eyes erupted with a scorching intense Battle Will, slowly forcing his way towards Nuannuan.

Above his head, a massive Essence Qi rose from the Niwan Palace, becoming a solidified one-zhang-high God Statue.

The God Statue had the head of a beast and a human body, covered in red scales, with fire snakes through its ears, and standing on a Fire Dragon.

The air around it crackled with faint electric sparks, as if a genuine Ancient Fire God had descended.

Yang Fei was startled, deeply impressed by the thousand-year heritage of the Wu Clan.

Zhu Rong's Martial Arts Realm had evidently reached the peak of True Martial Heaven Grade, and he had formed the True Martial Body.

The True Martial Body, essentially like Gang Transformation, displayed Divine Skills by purifying Essence Qi to its extreme.

Masters who could form the True Martial Body were top-notch amongst millions, with extraordinary combat power.

With Zhu Rong's current strength, even two Gonggongs might not match him.

In reality, what Zhu Rong feared was not Nuannuan, but the hidden Witch Master.

He didn't believe Nuannuan could strike Gonggong away with a single palm. Unleashing all his strength was a preparation to face the Witch Master.

Seeing his imposing manner, Nuannuan's expression also turned solemn, and she felt apprehensive.

The power of the Great Witch Essence Blood was so immense that even Nuannuan herself felt uncertain.

She only felt her entire strength as vast as the ocean, and as mighty as Mount Tai, capable of overturning mountains and seas.

Zhu Rong gazed deeply at Nuannuan and suddenly roared, lunging at her with a palm strike.

In the air, an enormous Palm Print appeared, with countless vortices swirling along its edge, and lightning crackled intensely.

Nuannuan waved her palm effortlessly, without any alarming sound or celestial phenomenon, lightly as if void of any strength.

Yang Fei couldn't help clenching his fists; it was his first time worrying for Nuannuan.

He removed the rifle, loading the last Dragon Pattern Bullet into the chamber. Even if Nuannuan couldn't win, he at least needed to ensure her safety.

As Nuannuan executed her palm strike, the Palm Print formed by Zhu Rong's True Martial Qi Energy suddenly vanished.

Zhu Rong froze momentarily, his figure stiffened.

In that instant, Zhu Rong felt no impact force; the Palm Print he unleashed seemed to be inexplicably wiped out.

The next second, as Nuannuan swung another palm, Zhu Rong was suddenly engulfed by an unimaginably immense force.

He only had time to activate his protective True Qi, before being sent flying like a kite with a broken string.

Bang!

Zhu Rong's body struck against a one-zhang-tall stone statue behind him, which shattered instantly as if exploded by explosives.

Poof!

Zhu Rong spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and the True Martial Body above his head vanished instantly. He curled up on the ground, unconscious.

Everyone was stunned by the scene.

Among the five Witch Kings, Zhu Rong possessed the strongest power.

Though Gonggong was instantly killed by Nuannuan, it didn't leave them agape.

After all, Gonggong's strength had greatly diminished after expending much Essence Qi against the Stone Fire.

Nuannuan took on the role of the Witch Master openly and confidently, showing she had something to rely on; she wouldn't fail to handle an injured Gonggong.

But now, with the most powerful Zhu Rong also defeated instantly, it left everyone in disbelief.

Even Nuannuan was somewhat astonished.

She had not anticipated that the Great Witch Essence Blood she possessed was this formidable.

Yang Fei heaved a sigh of relief, completely at ease.

Witnessing Nuannuan transform before him into a super Saiyan felt like a dream.

Truly a monster!

Anyone associated with figures like the Martial God or the Witch Master defied conventional logic.

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