Primordial Era: All-Conceptual-Level Weapon Forging, Whoever Uses It Will Die.

The atmosphere above Shouyang Mountain was tense, as if swords were about to be drawn.

Faced with the combined pressure from the Demon Emperor and the Ancestral Witch.

Although Dongwanggong felt uneasy, he was, after all, the head of the male immortals personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor.

If we lose face like this, how will we lead the team in the future?

"snort!"

Dong Wanggong, barely holding on, snorted coldly and said in a fierce but cowardly tone.

"Di Jun, Di Jiang!"

"Although your two clans are powerful, I am in the right!"

"You must give me an explanation for what happened today!"

"Otherwise, even if both of you come, it won't work!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gongming's lips curled into a cruel smile.

He stepped back, gestured for the two bigwigs beside him to enter, and said loudly.

"My two senior uncles!"

"Show your talent!"

Upon hearing this, the three ancestors of the human race below, including Suiren, became excited, their eyes widening like copper bells.

"Talent? Could it be some legendary supernatural power?"

"Look, look! We can see the top quasi-saint powerhouses of the primordial world fighting with our own eyes!"

"Comprehending the fluctuations of the laws will definitely improve our future cultivation!"

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

The human people craned their necks, their eyes filled with admiration.

However, Cihang and Xuandu, who were standing to the side, exchanged a glance.

She silently covered her eyes, not forgetting to remind the pharmacist and Lu Ya beside her.

"Stop looking, it's dirty to your eyes."

"The scene that follows might be a bit inappropriate for children."

The Eastern King was also completely bewildered.

"Talent? What talent? Are you going to perform for me?"

Just then, Dijiang, who had been silent all along, moved.

This muscular chief of the Ancestral Witches did not use any great spatial powers.

Instead, he pulled out the tattered stretcher and threw it in front of Dong Wanggong.

Then... plop!

Dijiang lay down directly on the stretcher with a practiced and smooth posture.

Immediately afterwards, he began to roll around wildly, kicking his limbs and screaming like a pig being slaughtered.

"Ouch, someone hit me!"

"Dong Wang Gong is hitting me! My back! My hip joint!"

"Murder! I can't get up without a top-grade innate spiritual treasure!"

Dongwanggong: "???"

The Eastern King was completely shocked; his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Where...where did this lunatic come from?!"

"The witch clan was already crazy enough, how come they've become even more crazy now?!"

"I didn't even touch you, so if you're trying to extort money, at least be reasonable!"

Enraged, Dong Wanggong raised his hand and unleashed a pure Yang sword energy, intending to teach this scoundrel a lesson.

However... *buzz!*

The sword energy struck Dijiang, but it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, directly neutralized by a law of cause and effect.

"What?! Hard CC?!"

Dongwanggong discovered that he was unable to harm Dijiang and was locked onto by a strange aura.

"You're crazy. If I can't afford to mess with you, can't I at least avoid you?"

The Eastern King turned around and was about to transform into a stream of light and escape.

Boom!

The moment he turned around, a bolt of purple lightning struck without warning, hitting him precisely on the top of his head.

"what!"

The Eastern King was struck so hard that his hair stood on end, smoke billowed from his body, and he looked completely bewildered.

"No compensation...you really won't let us leave?!"

Left with no other choice, in order to escape, Dong Wanggong could only grit his teeth and throw out a storage bag.

"Here, take this and buy some medicine, you bastard!"

Dijiang happily put away the storage bag and immediately stopped rolling around.

Upon seeing this, the Eastern King was greatly alarmed.

"What kind of evil magic weapon is this? It can actually control me! Run!"

He activated his escape light, desperately trying to flee this place of trouble.

He hadn't run far when a golden figure blocked his path.

It was Di Jun, clad in golden armor!

"Dongwanggong, don't be in such a hurry to leave!"

Di Jun's lips curled into a wicked smile, and his armor glowed with a pink light.

He opened his arms, straightened his chest, and extended a spiritual invitation to the Eastern King.

"Come and hit me, you idiot!"

"Come on, come on, who do you think you can beat with that little strength?"

"Didn't you eat? Push harder, push harder!"

The Eastern King was already seething with anger, and seeing Di Jun's irritating appearance, how could he possibly hold back?

"Di Jun, you've gone too far!"

"Pure Yang Limitless, Myriad Immortals Formation, die!"

boom!

The Eastern King Duke mobilized all his quasi-saintly power, converging it into a world-destroying strike, which slammed fiercely into Di Jun.

The next second, however, Di Jun was not injured at all.

Instead, she wore an expression of blissful enjoyment and made sounds that would make anyone blush.

"Wow, you know what, it's actually pretty fun!"

"Not enough, keep going!"

All attacks were absorbed by the armor, unable to break through Di Jun's defenses.

Dongwanggong was shocked again. Looking at Dijun, who was enjoying himself, he felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

"What... what kind of magic weapon is this?!"

"Perverts, they're all perverts!"

The Eastern King Duke lost his composure and turned to flee in another direction.

result.

Whoosh!

Dijiang then teleported to him with a stretcher and lay down on the ground.

"Ouch! Someone's been hit! Hit-and-run!"

Boom!

Thunderbolts struck again.

The Eastern King had no choice but to spend money again.

Just as he finished paying and was about to run away, Dijun blocked his way again.

"Idiot, where do you think you're going? Come and hit me!"

After repeating this process three times...

The Eastern King was disheveled, dressed in rags, with vacant eyes and a numb face.

He slumped on the cloud, looking at the two demons who took turns torturing him, and let out a desperate roar.

"Who the hell forged this magical artifact?!"

"Who the hell forged this magical artifact?!"

"I can't take it anymore, just kill me, stop torturing me!"

I'm on the verge of a complete breakdown.

If this continues, they will be controlled to death by Dijun and Dijiang, their money will be extorted, and their minds will be corrupted.

"I give up, I give up, okay?!"

The Eastern King raised the white flag and completely gave up resistance.

Meanwhile, the three ancestors of the human race and countless ordinary people below were also completely dumbfounded, their worldviews shattered.

The fire in Suirenshi's hands went out, and he muttered to himself.

"Is this...is this what it means for powerful beings to fight?"

"Is this what we've been trying to understand... top-tier combat?"

"Wagging on your knees, begging to be abused, trying to extort money?"

"I'm truly speechless. What kind of immortal cultivation is this?!"

Zhao Gongming stood aside, watching this scene, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

"Tsk tsk tsk, poor Uncle Dongwanggong."

"We were completely manipulated by our two senior uncles, Di Jun and Di Jiang."

"This is the power of version updates; this is what you call a dimensional reduction attack!"

At this moment, Di Jun and Di Jiang put away their magical artifacts with satisfaction.

The two men, one on each side, flanked Dong Wanggong and arrived before Zhao Gongming and Bixiao.

Although Dong Wanggong lost, he was still too proud to admit defeat. He bowed to Bixiao with a haughty and reluctant expression, his tone stiff.

"Ahem... Um, Junior Nephew Bixiao."

"What I did today was reckless."

"Actually, I didn't intend to really take action, it's just... I just wanted to save face, so let's stop here, okay?"

Bixiao wasn't one to hold a grudge, so when she had a way out, she snorted.

"Alright, I'm magnanimous and I forgive you."

The Eastern King breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave.

But Di Jun and Di Jiang showed no intention of moving aside.

These two primordial overlords actually turned their heads at the same time.

He looked at Zhao Gongming, who only had the cultivation level of a Golden Immortal, and asked a question in his tone.

"Young friend Zhao, are you satisfied with this outcome?"

"If that's not enough, shall we have two more rounds?"

The Eastern King's pupils contracted sharply, and a storm raged in his heart.

"What?!"

"Why would the leaders of the Demon Court and the Witch Clan place such importance on a disciple of a sage?!"

"We even have to ask for his opinion?!"

"Just who exactly is this Zhao Gongming?"

"Could it be that he created all those monstrous magical artifacts?!"

In an instant, the way Dongwanggong looked at Zhao Gongming changed.