"You girl..."
The burly man looked at Xuan Ming Ancestor Witch, the youngest of the Twelve Ancestor Witches, with indulgent affection as he shook his head, instantly sweeping away the frustration in his heart and burst into laughter: "Who bullied you just now, my girl? Tell me, I will go and take revenge for you."
"Who else but Donghuang Taiyi and that Kunpeng Ancestor..."
Xuan Ming Ancestor Witch recounted what had just happened, irked.
"I have long disliked Taiyi and Emperor Jun, those two old birds. All that talk of 'Taiyang Fire being the ultimate yang, burning all things to ash' and 'Great Sun Golden Flame incinerating everything'... it's all bluster!
Truly speaking, when it comes to the way of fire, I, Zhu Rong, am the strongest in the Three Realms!"
Saying so, Zhu Rong declared heartily: "Let's go, Sister Xuan Ming, lead the way. I'm going to find Taiyi to vent your anger... What's so great about them having more people? Watch me burn them all to a crisp!"
"Zhu Rong!"
