Jiufeng looked at Nezha with interest and asked directly upon meeting, "Are you the fourteenth brother my brothers mentioned?"

Nezha immediately waved his hand to deny, "No, no, no, I am your thirteenth brother."

Upon hearing Nezha's words, Jiufeng wasn't angry. Instead, she stood up and said with a smile, "You can be my brother, but only if you beat me. I won't acknowledge a brother weaker than myself."

Nezha didn't say much, just gestured for her to come over!

Jiufeng didn't hold back, stepping on the ground, she charged over instantaneously and punched, aiming for a heavy strike. Nezha calmly blocked her punch, lifted his foot, and kicked Jiufeng in her pale abdomen. Under the immense force impact, Jiufeng flew back faster along the same path and finally smashed into the earth with a bang. We are near Buzhou Mountain, so the geological characteristics are unmatched by other places, otherwise, the movement this caused would be much larger.

The massive battle aftermath attracted many Witches to watch. They looked at their own clan leader getting the short end of the stick and had no intention of intervening—helping would be the greatest insult to their clan leader.

Jiufeng, in the dust, was clearly not so fragile; a sharp phoenix cry rang out, followed by a fierce wind blowing away all dust and gravel. Jiufeng revealed her true Great Witch form.

With a human head and bird body, draped in red feathers, the feather tips being blue, and a human face of extraordinary beauty with eight bird heads, while being a blend of bird and human, she exuded a sense of opulence and nobility.

Nezha saw that Jiufeng even revealed her Great Witch form and felt somewhat speechless—she really wants to win?

Indeed she does!

Who wants to be a younger sibling when they can be the elder?

Seeing this, he no longer held back, bringing his hands together to form several Dharma Seals, then unfolding them. Behind him, his magnificent seven-colored Divine Light appeared in feather form, Five Elements reversed Yin Yang. On the seven black and white feathers, Yin Yang Qi formed a Tai Chi Diagram pattern, which transformed into Chaos as the feathers changed color; if one had to describe it, it would be a brilliantly colorful gray.

Jiufeng clearly sensed the danger behind her opponent, each of her nine heads spewed wind, fire, thunder, lightning, poison, and more towards Nezha.

The feathers behind Nezha brushed away, and the brilliantly colorful gray Chaotic Divine Light faced it head-on. Everything Jiufeng spewed was directly degraded and assimilated upon contact with the Chaotic Divine Light—the disparity in quality between the two sides was too great.

The Chaotic Divine Light swept through everything, Jiufeng realizing things were going awry, tried to flap her wings to escape, but her speed was nowhere near as fast as the Divine Light. With one brush of the Divine Light, Jiufeng disappeared.

This first Witch beneath the Twelve Ancestor Witches was taken in a single move.

With the Chaotic Divine Light retracted, Nezha's hand now held a crystalline Divine Stone, with a beautiful Jiufeng figurine inside. Before Nezha could contemplate further, there was a loud rumbling of thunder, followed by a burst of fiery lightning as Ancestor Witch Qiangliang appeared.

"Let go of my sister!"

Nezha, familiar with the Witch Clan's temperament, did not feel offended by Qiangliang's words and directly withdrew the power in the Elf Ball. The Jiufeng figurine spread its wings and broke through the confinement of the Divine Stone, once again transforming into its original form.

"Sis, are you okay?"

Jiufeng shook her head, her expression complicated as she looked at Nezha—who is this fellow of the Phoenix Clan? Why hadn't she seen him before?

Nezha chuckled and said, "Don't be afraid, Brother Qiangliang, from now on I am also Jiufeng's brother, how could I be heavy-handed?"

Qiangliang glanced at Jiufeng who indeed was uninjured, but didn't know why hearing Nezha's words made him feel uncomfortable—my sister now has more than just me as her brother, how annoying!

But he couldn't say anything; the Witch Clan respects duels, nothing cannot be resolved through a fight, if it can't, then fight again. The agreement was whoever won could be the elder, even if he is Ancestor Witch Qiangliang, the nominal elder brother wouldn't count.

Why do Fire Ancestor Witch Zhu Rong and Water Ancestor Witch Gonggong keep quarreling with the situation worsening? The root cause is that their strengths are evenly matched, neither able to overpower the other, otherwise, beating one until they behave would instead bring harmony.

Emperor Jiang can be the leader not just because he was born first, but also because he's the strongest. Which of the remaining eleven Ancestor Witches hasn't he beaten?

This is the Witch Clan's nature—if you're strong, I'll respect you.

Qiangliang frowned miserably and said, "To meet big brother, you must compete with me first before speaking further!"

Nezha glanced at Jiufeng speechlessly; he really didn't have much time now, otherwise, he would genuinely want to see the power of Ancestor Witches.

Jiufeng understood Nezha's intent and immediately blocked his front.

"Brother! Don't be stubborn; Brother Nezha possibly has truly important matters."

After hearing Jiufeng's words, lightning crackled around Qiangliang.

Damn it! She has never called me brother sweetly like that, this was more unbearable for him than losing the fight to Nezha!

Though being angry again, what could he do? She was his most cherished sister!

Finally, Qiangliang reluctantly led Nezha to the Emperor Jiang Tribe with a sour old cat expression, allowing Nezha to skip ahead and meet the Great Ancestor Witch Emperor Jiang.

"Haha, younger brother has come, what's the matter?"

The Witch Clan is this straightforward, Emperor Jiang has a straightforward nature, but this doesn't mean he's foolish, it's just that due to his 'super power' he seldom uses his brain.

Nezha didn't hold back, he outlined the situation in the west and requested a batch of spiritual materials, and finally, audaciously asked for a drop of Emperor Jiang's heart blood.

Qiangliang, standing nearby, was already a bit upset with Nezha, and hearing this made him angrier—not about the requested materials, but about the heart blood.

The Witch Clan is a race that relies on bloodline for power. If Emperor Jiang gives this drop of heart blood, he would need at least ten thousand years to recover, which would be a huge loss for an Ancestor Witch whose strength is rapidly increasing.

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