"What do you mean?" Emperor Shun roared angrily, Gongsun Bo was silent for a long time, and finally asked softly.

"What do you want?" Di Shun grabbed Gongsun Bo's shoulder with both hands and shouted in a low voice: "You have got enough, and you have enjoyed enough. Gongsun Bo, don't go too far."

"Can you hold the position of the Human Emperor without our support?" Gongsun Bo smiled contemptuously, with the pride and conceit that the contemporary patriarch of a large clan of the direct blood of the Human Emperor should have, raised his chin slightly and looked at Emperor Shun disdainfully.

"I am ready to abdicate. If I kill you now, what can the Gongsun clan be able to do?" Di Shun was obviously furious. He said something he would never say on weekdays: "You should know that I am more than 90% sure to pass the Witch God Calamity and successfully become the Witch God. If I kill you now, what can the Gongsun clan be able to do?"

Gongsun Bo's eyes were a little distracted. He gritted his teeth and said lowly: "Di Shun, don't forget that in the final analysis, your bloodline also comes from Youxiong clan. You are a descendant of Emperor Zhuanxu, and you are also a descendant of Emperor Xuanyuan Holy Emperor."

"If the Emperor Xuanyuan Saint was in front of him, he might have already killed you incompetent descendants with one sword!" Di Shun's face was gloomy like the dark clouds before the torrential rain, word by word, with extreme contempt and disdain, "Do you think your actions are really worthy of the title of Descendant of the Holy Queen?"

"What we do is for the clan's ten thousand years of strength." Gongsun Bo's face was also gloomy. He wanted to say something, and the movements around him made him shut up.

Many clan members who were seriously injured by Ji Hao struggled to get up one after another. They took witch medicines that replenished their essence and blood and recovered from their injuries. As their identities, all the witch medicines they took were extremely precious and top-notch. Several of their bodies were damaged, and only the heads were left with the remaining vitality, all of them recovered quickly with the help of witch medicine.

More and more clan members crawled up, and they gritted their teeth, like a group of injured beasts, staring at Ji Hao angrily with a "swish swish" sound. If Ji Hao's blow just now hadn't shocked them too much, they would have pounced on them again.

With his left hand holding the sun, Ji Hao stood quietly in the air.

He said nothing, looking at these clans' "elites" with disdain and ridicule. He wanted to take the initiative to provoke, anger these guys, and let them fly into the fire and kill them again. This time, he was 100% sure to kill all the clans' "elites".

Just as he swung his sword with all his strength, he had a more sensible understanding of the swordsman and the sword formation taught by Taoist Yu Yu. If he set out the sword again, his sword power could be increased by at least half. Ji Hao felt a little itchy. Should he take the initiative to provoke them? He was really a little excited!

Di Shun felt Ji Hao's desire to try with strong malicious intentions. He quickly turned his head and shook his head softly with a helpless smile. He was begging Ji Hao not to bring things to an irreversible level.

Ji Hao also smiled helplessly and shook his head. He wanted to tell Di Shun that since these clans appeared in Kuimen and ordered him and Si Wenming to withdraw from the attack on the nine dragon gates and to seize the most dazzling and eye-catching final contribution of the water control plan, things were actually irreversible.

From the beginning of their appearance, these clans stood in an absolutely hostile camp.

But give Di Shun a face!

As Emperor Shun said, he was ready to abdicate, to pull his natal witch star, and to refine the prehistoric stars to become the witch god. When Emperor Shun became the witch god, according to the unspoken rules of the human emperors of all dynasties, he could no longer interfere in the internal affairs of the human race.

By then, when Si Wenming ascended the throne of the Human Emperor, if these clans still want to jump around, Ji Hao will have the world and energy to entangle with them.

With a smile, he sacrificed the Tai Chi Creation Cauldron and carefully collected Pan Li Sun in the cauldron and then packed the Pan Gu Long Pattern. With a harmless smile on his face, he bowed to Di Shun with a smile: "Listen to you, I won't fight back, I won't scold you... Alas, everyone has bullied you... But, the overall situation of the human race, I understand, I understand!"

All the clans almost vomited blood.

The overall situation of the equity human race, do not fight back if you fight back if you scold them? Damn Yaohou Jihao, hundreds of thousands of clan elites who have just been destroyed, is it the result of you fighting back if you fight back if you scold them?

Many people were already anxious and almost collapsed. They looked at Pangu Bell, which was still emitting chaotic aura on Ji Hao's head. If they hadn't known that they could not break Pangu Bell's powerful defense, they would have taken action again regardless of everything.

"The human race does not have such rules. I never said that because a treasure obtained by a certain human race is very useful, I have to take it into public ownership." Di Shun held Gongsun Bo's shoulder with his hands tightly and said lightly: "If your own treasure belongs to your own family, no one family can think of occupying a sheep and a cow from the next door neighbor for no reason. This is the rule passed down from the age of the Holy Emperor Fuxi."

"I know that there are a few arrogant young people in your families. Their natal star power condenses the power of the sun star." Di Shun smiled coldly: "I want to use the sun star to become a witch god? Over the past few years, countless people have tried it, but I won't say the final result."

Looking up at the sky, the twelve water worlds in the sky were merging with the Pangu world. The huge noise made the whole world sway. Di Shun said coldly: "There are twelve worlds over there. Your descendants want to condense the sun star. Go, no one blocks them!"

The clans remained silent... Pan Li Sun was restricted by incredible supernatural powers. His power was docile and tame. He could be proud to sacrifice and refine the integrated sun star, and he was very confident to rely on Pan Li Sun to achieve the realm of the witch god.

The sun that was born and raised in the twelve worlds, original, without any confinement, and unscrupulously emitted all the light and heat? Whoever dares to sacrifice and refine, will go? Anyway... I guess the ending will not be like that.

"This time the matter..." Di Shun wanted to try his best to mediate the conflict between Ji Hao and the clan.

"Di Shun doesn't have to worry about this matter. The death and injury of the tribe is just a clan's personal grudge. Such things are not rare. Which family does not have three or five enemies, and they are mortal enemies?" The leader of the Gaoyang clan walked out of the crowd and nodded with a smile on his face: "Di Shun, even in the year of the Holy Emperor Fuxi, he did not interfere in the 'blood oath of revenge' of the major tribes of the human race?"

The corners of Di Shun's mouth twitched.

The patriarchs, elders and elite tribes of various clans grinned. They pulled out stone and jade swords with simple shapes, cut their wrist veins in public, and condensed the blood into twisted runes.
Chapter completed!