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

Screams and upbeat background music filled the sky above Shouyang Mountain.

Just when Dijiang was being beaten in mixed doubles and began to doubt Wusheng.

Tear it apart!

The spatial rift was violently torn apart once again.

A somber figure, imbued with the aura of powerful time laws, emerged; it was none other than the Time Ancestral Witch, Zhu Jiuyin.

As soon as Zhu Jiuyin showed his face, he saw this appalling scene.

The eldest brother, Dijiang, was curled up on the ground, being beaten by a group of quasi-saints.

Struck by lightning, whipped with the sole of a shoe, subjected to a thousand-year-old killing, and mental seduction... it was simply horrific.

Zhu Jiuyin frowned, looked directly at Hongyun who was applying the immobilization talisman, and asked loudly.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, what exactly are you doing?!"

Hongyun Patriarch froze, his face flushed, and he coughed awkwardly twice.

"Ahem... Um, Zhu Jiu's female friend has arrived."

"To hit someone's own brother in front of them... that's definitely wrong and lacks class."

Hongyun was, after all, a reasonable and kind-hearted person.

Although revenge is satisfying, when family members come, you have to give them some face.

So he adopted a businesslike attitude and explained.

"It is truly Dijiang who has committed numerous evils and extorted money from people everywhere, arousing public outrage."

"We are acting on behalf of Heaven to bring him to justice and punish him."

"But now that you're here, I think it's about time. Let's stop..."

Hongyun was just about to wave his hand to stop the other quasi-saints who were caught up in the moment.

Before he could finish speaking, a furious roar rang out.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, Zhu Jiuyin waved his hand and let out a deafening roar.

"Don't stop! Nobody is allowed to stop! Keep hitting!"

Hongyun looked at Zhujiuyin with a face full of shock and confusion.

He seemed a little insecure when he spoke, and asked stammeringly.

"Fellow Daoist... what... what does this mean?"

"This is your own older brother!"

"Even though we weren't born of the same mother, we're still brothers!"

Zhu Jiuyin snorted coldly, showing no pity whatsoever in his eyes.

Instead, he burned with a rage far greater than anyone else present.

He cried out in grief and indignation, tears streaming down his face.

"Even your own elder brother has to be beaten!"

"You guys don't understand!"

"Ever since he got that drifting, beat-up wheelchair, he's become inhuman!"

"He not only scammed outsiders, but he even swindled me!"

"Yesterday I was sleeping in the Pangu Temple, and he rode his wheelchair across my face, asking me if I was touched!"

"He ate all the spirit fruits he swindled the day before yesterday right in front of me, not even leaving me the peels!"

"Is this something a human being would do? Is this something a brother would do?!"

Upon hearing this, the disciples of the four sects and the human race watching below were stunned, and they all gasped in shock.

"Hiss... What a beast! He's a complete beast!"

"He even betrays his own brother, this Dijiang Ancestral Witch... is beyond saving!"

"Fight! We must fight! Fight them to the death!"

With the support of public opinion, Zhu Jiuyin's momentum was unstoppable.

He rolled up his sleeves, pulled out the blue Shandong license plate, and looked at Hongyun and the others with a look of disdain.

"Get out of the way! Your punches aren't fast enough, and they're not hard enough!"

"Let me do it! I want him to know why the flowers are so red!"

After saying that, Zhu Jiuyin gripped the license plate with both hands and took a deep breath.

He began to sing with deep emotion the battle song etched in his DNA.

"Lu A~Jinan car!"

"Lu B~from Qingdao!"

Rumble!

The void trembled, and a series of illusory heavy trucks carrying terrifying kinetic energy roared out.

"Go to hell!!"

boom! boom! boom!

One heavy truck after another relentlessly bombarded Dijiang's already battered body.

"Hey, second brother, are you crazy? I'm your older brother!"

"Ouch, don't bump your back, you'll break it!"

Dijiang's screams rose and fell, extremely mournful.

Below, Zhao Gongming, sitting on the recliner, stared wide-eyed, forgetting to crack the melon seeds in his hand.

He gazed at the dazzling spectacle in the sky, a mix of lightning, shoe prints, the "thousand-year death" curse, and a truck crash.

I couldn't help but let out a sigh from the depths of my soul.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

"I have never seen anyone so universally disliked!"

"You've been abandoned by everyone, Uncle-Master Dijiang! You've failed miserably as a person!"

……

This inhumane beating lasted for a full ten years.

Ten years later, several quasi-saints, including the Eastern King Duke, the Western Queen Mother, Zhu Jiuyin, Bai Ze, Zhen Yuanzi, and Hong Yun, emerged.

Finally, exhausted, he stopped, panting heavily.

At this point, Dijiang was completely unrecognizable as he originally was.

He lay limp on the cloud, swollen like an inflated ball, his body a kaleidoscope of colors, emitting black smoke.

Zhao Gongming flew over to take a look, just to join in the fun, and was immediately amazed.

"Wow, what kind of humanoid creature is this?"

"Is this still the same majestic and domineering Ancestral Witch of Space?"

"He's such a cunning pig!"

Dijiang struggled to open his eyes, which were swollen to the brim. His face was bruised and swollen, and he looked utterly disheveled.

He looked up and glanced at the several murderous-looking quasi-saints around him, then, through his lisping mouth, he mumbled his pleas for mercy.

"I give up... I give up... I really give up..."

"I'm completely convinced, please stop hitting me!"

"Please spare my life, everyone!"

"From now on... I promise I won't try to scam people again. If I do, I'm a dog!"

Hearing this assurance, the powerful figures nodded in satisfaction, finally venting their anger.

"Hmph, you're smart to know what's good for you!"

Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun straightened their clothes and left satisfied.

The Queen Mother of the West put away her microphone and returned to Xikunlun with an air of aloofness.

Dongwanggong blew on his finger glove and returned to the Purple Mansion Celestial Court with a smug look on his face.

Bai Ze took off her skirt and quickly returned to the Demon Court.

Only Zhu Jiuyin remained at the scene.

Zhu Jiuyin felt a little guilty looking at his miserable older brother.

"Cough cough..."

He coughed awkwardly twice, put away the license plate, and pretended to look around at the scenery.

"Well... since everything's alright, I'll head back now."

"There's still soup simmering in the village."

After saying that, Zhu Jiuyin turned around and tried to tear through space to escape.

However, in the instant he turned around...

Dijiang, who was originally lying on the ground like a dead dog.

Suddenly, a brief resurgence of energy occurred, unleashing astonishing speed.

Snapped!

A swollen, large hand gripped Zhu Jiuyin's arm tightly.

Zhu Jiuyin froze, mechanically turning his head.

All that could be seen was Dijiang with that pig's head on his head, his eyes flashing with a chillingly fierce light.

He said it through gritted teeth, emphasizing each word.

"Damn it, don't go!"

"Come on, let's see if I can beat you to death!"

"You were the one who hit me the hardest!"

Zhu Jiuyin was so frightened that his soul almost left his body. He flung away Dijiang's hand and screamed.

"Help! It's come back to life!"

Then, he transformed into a stream of time and fled frantically.

"Stop running! Get right on your side!"

Dijiang roared and pulled out his wheelchair.

Despite the excruciating pain, he sat down, activated drift mode, and began a frantic chase.

Watching the two figures chase and flee, their backs gradually disappearing into the distance.

Zhao Gongming stood there, shook his head, and uttered the expected sigh.

"I knew it..."