Nuannuan looked at Yang Fei, her eyes filled with confusion, shock, and deep fear.

Yang Fei gazed deeply into Nuannuan's eyes, shook his head at her, and then let go of his hand.

Not far away, Houtu was curled up on the ground, helplessly covering her face with Yang Fei's coat.

From her throat came a whimper like a wounded beast.

In fact, everyone could roughly see the aged appearance of Houtu.

Zhu Rong sighed and strode over, his eyes flashing with immense sympathy.

He took off his cloak and covered Houtu with it, wrapping her tightly, his voice deep and gentle.

"Houtu, let's go, let's go home."

In his embrace, Houtu trembled violently, but tears flowed down like a stream.

Before long, the aged yet resolute voice of Houtu emerged from behind the cloak.

"Zhu Rong, let me go. Though the Divine Punishment has descended, I have no regrets."

Little by little, she took off the cloak, revealing her aged face.

Everyone was suddenly startled by Houtu's aged, liver-spotted face, and some gasped in surprise.

Houtu looked at Yang Fei blandly: "See, this is the Divine Punishment."

"The so-called Heavenly Secret should not be revealed. I revealed the Heavenly Secret, so the Divine Punishment arrived earlier, yet I, Houtu, will never yield even in death!"

After speaking, Houtu struggled to stand up.

She gathered all of her Essence Qi and raised a middle finger high towards the Heavens, singing loudly.

"The virtuous suffer poverty and short lives, the wicked enjoy wealth and long lives. Heaven and Earth, you cower to the strong and bully the weak, going with the flow."

"Earth, you do not discern right from wrong, what the Earth; Heaven, you wrongly judge the wise and the foolish, what the Heaven! Oh, only tears stream endlessly..."

Yang Fei listened in a daze to Houtu's hoarse and sorrowful voice, feeling a medley of emotions in his heart.

This was a segment from the ancient Huaxia song "Dou E's Injustice," although untimely, it was a cathartic release of Houtu's grief and indignation, deeply moving.

Houtu sang the last two lines twice, then suddenly staggered forward and fell to the ground.

Blood spurted from her mouth like an arrow; her body twitched a couple of times, then fell silent.

Startled, Nuannuan rushed forward, holding Houtu, but saw her eyes tightly closed, her vitality long gone.

As it turned out, Houtu had used True Qi to sever her own heart meridian, causing her internal organs to shatter in an instant.

"Aunt Houtu..."

Nuannuan cried out in sorrow, while Zhu Rong clenched his fists, looking up at the sky, his teeth gritted so hard they creaked, tears marking his rugged face.

Yang Fei also looked at the sky, where clouds hovered and shifted, resembling a giant Vertical Eye, coldly watching the earth.

Houtu's raised, defiant middle finger still pointed straight, blood gradually flowing from her mouth.

Yang Fei felt a surge of warmth rushing to his head, and he too raised a defiant middle finger towards the high Heavens.

The way of the Martial Artist, never to be insulted; even if it means death, never to submit, that is the true meaning of Martial Arts!

Other Spiritual Martial Arts Masters of the Wu Clan, some sighed, some gritted their teeth, some showed timid expressions, each reaction different.

Due to Houtu's sudden death, the Wu Clan lost another master, forcing a temporary delay in the plan to attack the Holy Peak.

The next day, the remaining masters of the Wu Clan cremated Houtu, and under Nuannuan's leadership, the entire clan held a grand sacrificial ceremony.

Although Nuannuan was young, under the support of Zhu Rong, Ju Mang, the Four Great Protector Elders, twelve Temple Knights, and the Old Witch Master, she resumed her role as Acting Witch Master.

Eight of the Twelve Witch Kings had yet to recover from the blood poison of Oskilov, and even if they had any objections in their hearts, they dared not voice them.

On the third day, Nuannuan and Yang Fei formulated a surprise attack plan.

The main force of the Twelve Witch Clans mounted a massive assault on the Holy Peak, while eleven Witch Kings led a small squad to launch a surprise attack on the Ancestral Altar from the back mountain.

The eleven Witch Kings were all at the True Martial Realm, and the rest of the small squad consisted of the strongest masters from each clan.

This fifty-person squad changed the course of the battle from the start.

The final battle began at four in the morning and ended at seven at dawn.

With Oskilov absent, the Immortal Race crumbled entirely, leaving the ground littered with corpses.

Only a few Immortal Race soldiers managed to escape down the mountain in panic.

At daybreak, under the escort of the Eleven Witch Kings, the Four Great Protector Elders, and Temple Knights, Nuannuan ascended the Ancestral Altar of the Wu Clan once more.

This time, Gonggong and other rebellious Witch Kings failed in their rebellion, seeing no escape from death, whether at the hands of Nuannuan or the Immortal Race.

Yet, at a critical moment, Nuannuan never abandoned Gonggong, and neither did the Temple Knights or the Old Witch Master leave the Witch Kings who were afflicted with blood poison.

This made the rebellious Witch Kings deeply grateful.

Nuannuan obtained the Great Witch Essence Blood, mastered the Pangu True Scripture, and was well-qualified to assume the position of Witch Master.

In this celebratory assembly, Nuannuan formally assumed the position of Witch Master, commanding the world.

The tens of thousands of disciples of the Wu Clan worldwide were now within her command.

Nuannuan's assumption of the Witch Master's position was unlike her previous management of the clan's affairs.

She inherited the Great Witch Essence Blood and was considered invincible within the Wu Clan.

In the Wu Clan, strength reigns supreme. The Eleven Witch Kings, having tasted Nuannuan's prowess and weakened by Oskilov's blood poison, dared not entertain rebellious thoughts again.

At the persistent requests of Nuannuan and the Council of Elders, Yang Fei became the first-ranked Worship Elder of the Wu Clan.

This distinguished position had even been held by the Martial God in the past.

The status and authority of the first-ranked Worship Elder were equal to that of the Witch Master.

Even the Eleven Witch Kings had to greet him respectfully, and defying his orders was considered rebellion.

The Holy Peak and Ancestral Altar were devastated by the war, but henceforth, the Wu Clan was united again, ending the ten-year civil strife.

With her inheritance of the Pangu True Scripture and Great Witch Essence Blood, Nuannuan had the potential to grow into a prodigy like the former Witch Master.

This greatly enhanced the cohesion and unity of the Wu Clan.

The Ancient Six Clans all had Spiritual Martial Arts Masters in position, and if Nuannuan could not grow quickly, the situation of the Wu Clan remained precarious.

Thus, Nuannuan found her burden heavier after becoming the Witch Master.

The Old Witch Master and the Four Great Protector Elders urged Nuannuan to engage in closed-door cultivation daily.

Seeing that the Wu Clan matters had been settled, Yang Fei discussed with Dan Dan and planned to reunite with Alang and the Changfeng Squad.

Dan Dan naturally had no objections.

In fact, Dan Dan had long grown tired of being cooped up on the Holy Peak, but without Yang Fei's word, Dan Dan never brought it up.

Once Yang Fei mentioned leaving, Dan Dan's eyes widened immediately.

"Damn, what a beast, just finished with the Grand Master and now you're ready to leave, boss, can't you be more sentimental?"

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