Honghuang: The Wu Clan’s Thirteenth Son, Nicknamed Little Pangu

The moment Li An emerged from Pangu's Heart in the blood pool of the Ancestral Witch Hall, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were all stunned.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, even they wouldn't have believed that this little fellow, less than a zhang tall, was truly the Witch Clan's Thirteenth Ancestral Witch.

The aura of their Father God was thick around him, completely unlike the baleful energy that surrounded them.

“Big Brother, isn’t he the one who really ought to be Father God’s son? Then what does that make us?”

Zhu Rong stared at Di Jiang, dumbfounded.

Li An waved a hand grandly. “Don’t concern yourselves with appearances. Brothers and sisters, I’m your beloved little brother, Wu An.”

Looking at the twelve towering figures in the Ancestral Witch Hall, Li An could barely contain his delight.

As long as the Sages stayed out of it, he ought to be able to do whatever he pleased in the Primordial World.

As for the Witch-Demon Tribulation...

Hmph. Now that he was here, no one would be allowed to ruin his wonderful life.