Honghuang: Fellow Taoist Emperor Jun, please show your noble hand.

The corners of his mouth raised in a sneer.

Di Jun slowly swept over the crowd.

His eyes were electric and full of pressure.

"Say it again, as the Emperor of Heaven, I shall rule over hundreds of millions of living beings in the ancient world, including innate gods. Who agrees and who opposes?!"

silence!

Long silence!

You can hear the drop of a needle, but there is complete silence!

Only Di Jun laughed again and continued: "Since no one objects, then everyone agrees, which is very good."

"Dong Wanggong, let's start with you. Why are you standing there in a daze? Why don't you kneel down immediately when you see this emperor?!"

bow down? !

I? !

Prince Dong's face instantly turned red, almost the color of pig liver.

This is humiliation!

Naked humiliation!

Thinking that he, the head of the male immortals and the future Immortal Emperor of Immortal Court, had only knelt down to worship Taoist Hongjun, and never knelt down to worship anyone else.

"Why, Duke Dongwang, do you think this emperor dare not kill you, or do you think the dragon-headed crutch can withstand my second punch?!"

Di Jun's voice sounded again.

The coldness was mixed with endless killing intent.

At the same time, a terrifying aura rushed out of the body.

As majestic as the sea, turbulent as the tide, it is more perfect than the Da Luo Jinxian, countless times stronger, and even has a hint of quasi-sage power.

"I have always kept a low profile and do not want to cause trouble. Even though I am the Demon Emperor of the Demon Clan, I have never used my power to overwhelm others."

"But there are some people who don't know what's good or bad. They bully me again and again, forcing me to be high-profile and strong."

"Prince Dong, why don't you kneel down and worship?!"

The last sentence sounded like muffled thunder, causing the three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace present to tremble and tremble.

Especially Prince Dong, his face turned from red to pale, his body was shaking like chaff, and his legs slowly knelt down uncontrollably.

"The head of the male immortals, Prince Dong, pays homage to His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven!"

The voice was shaky and bitter.

His expression was painful and angry.

But there was nothing he could do.

People have to bow their heads under the roof.

Di Jun's aura was so strong that his bones creaked under the pressure. If he continued to straighten his waist, his spine might burst in an instant.

Emperor Jun snorted coldly, looked at Zhunti again, and said word by word: "Zhunti, why don't you kneel down and worship me when you see me?!"

Zhunti trembled all over, and his nose almost became crooked with anger.

But when he saw that Emperor Jun's aura was like a rainbow, his murderous intent was fierce, and Taiyi, Bai Ze and others were watching him eagerly, he quickly lowered his head.

Can't beat it!

Really can't beat it!

Then I can only pretend to be a grandson!

Today's shame can only be recovered in the future.

Pfft!

Kneel down on the ground and bow deeply.

"Western Zhunti, pay homage to His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven."

When Jie Yin saw this, he gritted his teeth with hatred, but he had no choice but to follow him and pay homage.

"Welcome to the west to meet His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven."

Emperor Jun's eyes moved again, scanning towards Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian.

The three of them were quite clever. They quickly bent down and bowed, and respectfully shouted, "Kunlun Mountain Sanqing, pay homage to His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven."

Emperor Jun frowned and wanted to say something, but he saw Hongyun, Zhen Yuanzi, Minghe, Kunpeng, etc. hurriedly came out of the queue. They also imitated Sanqing's example, bent down and bowed, shouting "Greetings to His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven."

The rest of the guests in the Zixiao Palace followed suit, skipping the ritual of kneeling and bowing instead.

In other words, of the people present, only Dongwanggong, Jie Yin, and Zhunti were so stupid that they even knelt and kowtowed, showing their big faces and making a big fool of themselves.

Their faces instantly turned pale, and their hair almost stood up in anger, but they were helpless.

I don’t know whether I should blame Di Jun for not treating everyone equally, or I should blame Sanqing for executing Di Jun’s orders without authorization.

But there are also some who are strong-willed, such as the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Fellow Taoist Emperor Jun, we, the witch clan, are transformed by the essence and blood of Pangu's father. We only worship Pangu and no one else."

Di Jiang's eyes were cold.

The voice is calm and firm.

"As the Emperor of Heaven, you can control hundreds of millions of living beings in the ancient world, but you cannot control our witch clan. Please don't do this."

As soon as he finished speaking, his whole body's aura surged, and he actually reached the state of perfection of Daluo Golden Immortal.

Not only that, but also the other eleven ancestral witches exploded with him.

They are both strong and weak. The strong ones are in the Daluo Jinxian Perfection stage, while the weak ones are in the late Daluo Jinxian stage.

That's all.

What's even more frightening is that their auras are entangled and merged with each other, and they are faintly integrated into one body.

If it were just a simple superposition of strength, it wouldn't be a big deal. The demon clan's strength was not weak at all.

No matter Taiyi, Chang Xi, Xihe, Bai Ze, Ji Meng and other nine demon saints, they can all be on par with the ancestral witches.

But the superposition of their momentum caused a qualitative change in their overall strength, and they faintly exuded the power of a quasi-sage.

Compared with the peak of Daluo Jinxian, Quasi-Sage is only a small level higher, but there is a huge difference.

This also means that twelve demon masters of the same realm are by no means a combined opponent of the twelve ancestral witches.

"Why did you forget the Twelve Ancestral Witches? They are the strongest ones here..."

"The demon clan is strong because of Emperor Jun, and the twelve ancestor witches are strong because they are both strong..."

"If I had known, I would have stopped saluting just now and hid behind the Twelve Ancestral Witches, so I would have been spared this humiliation..."

Discussion sounded immediately.

A few people, such as Duke Dong, Jieyin, and Zhunti, even took the initiative to get closer to the Twelve Ancestral Witches, obviously wanting to collude with each other.

However, Di Jun did not panic at all and waved Taiyi and Bai Ze to leave.

He dared to call himself the Emperor of Heaven in the Zixiao Palace Square, and boasted that he would "rule over hundreds of millions of creatures in the wild", so he was prepared to suppress the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

In fact, he not only had preparations to suppress the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but also had a plan to face Hongjun.

In other words, if Hongjun intervenes, he will also plan to resist for a while - at worst, his identity will be exposed, and at worst, he will not come to listen to the third sermon.

But it was obvious that Hongjun was happy for him to conflict with the powerful powers, so he had no intention of intervening.

As for the Twelve Ancestral Witches, they were just objects brought to the door to establish their authority, and were not worth mentioning at all.

The corners of his mouth rose again.

The sneer on his face has turned into disdain and contempt.

"Twelve ancestral witches, twelve capital gods and evil formations?!"

"It's a pity that your cultivation is too weak, and your Twelve Capital Gods Formation is not perfect yet and is pure garbage."

"So, even if 12 people join forces, so what? I can break it with just one sword light..."

boom!

Hetu and Luoshu suddenly appeared.

Spins in a weird way.

A sword light burst out immediately.

Seeing this, the Twelve Ancestral Witches didn't dare to be careless. They quickly transformed into their true form and used the Twelve Capital Gods' Formation.

An illusory ax appeared, aimed at the sword light, and struck down hard.

Click!

A crisp sound came out.

The sword light did not dissipate, but instead became an illusory axe, trembling violently, and then split into two halves.

Ah!

A shrill scream rang out.

The formation of the Twelve Capital Gods was broken instantly.

The twelve ancestral witches fell to the ground, one by one, all of them spitting blood and their breath was weak.

"Your Majesty, wait a moment."

A crisp voice sounded.

Houtu, who was wearing bright yellow clothes, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up slowly.

"We, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, recognize the jurisdiction of His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven, and we also ask His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven to ignore the faults of small people..."