Honghuang: I Am Luohou, with Countless Disciples!

The inhabitants of the Primordial World were baffled.

The domineering and unruly Demon Ancestor Luohu had actually taken on disciples.

But the Demon Ancestor’s taste was questionable.

Just look at that Jieyin fellow. His face is sallow, and he looks weak from birth.

And that Zhunti guy is a stutterer.

Fuxi and Nuwa? Di Jun and Tai Yi? The Twelve Ancestral Witches? Never heard of them.

But no one knew.

The course of the Primordial World had already begun to change in secret.

Even Hongjun, after becoming a Saint, broke down in tears: “Luohu, you dog! You stole my disciples and my opportunities. Why don’t you just steal my Saint position too?”

Luohu: “I told you to cultivate the Way of Primordial Chaos with me back then, but you insisted on becoming a Saint. How’s that my fault?”

Hongjun died of rage!