[Damn!]
[What's this got to do with me?!]
[All I did was insult them a few times!]
[Dong Wang Gong, you son of a bitch! I'm only at mid-stage Golden Immortal!]
[Have you no shame?]
Li Mo furiously grumbled about Dong Wang Gong.
[Luohu, come out!]
[Help Jun Ge wipe out Dong Wang Gong.]
But Luohu's voice came from the system space, sounding reluctant.
"Master, you mustn't kill him."
"Dong Wang Gong is the incarnation of the first strand of yang energy in the world. He possesses immense fortune."
"Of everyone here, only Di Jun and his brothers, the Three Pure Ones,"
"and the reckless members of the Witch Clan can kill him."
"Otherwise, killing him will bring a backlash from the fortune he carries."
"You'll die!"
Li Mo's heart jolted at that. What was this fortune business?
There'd be a backlash? Did someone as dimwitted as Dong Wang Gong really deserve to have fortune protecting him?
[Bah! Looks like Dong Wang Gong's still destined to die at Jun Ge's hands.]
[This time, it's all up to Jun Ge to figure it out himself.]
At Li Mo's words, Di Jun smiled. At last, he could save Li Mo's life.
But what was this fortune he spoke of?
With a furious shout, Di Jun sent the ringing cry of a Golden Crow crashing toward Dong Wang Gong.
"Dong Wang Gong! You dare touch one of my people? You're asking for death!"
In an instant,
Dong Wang Gong felt his movements freeze.
His primordial spirit grew slightly dizzy.
The God Slaying Sword and the Hongmeng Measuring Ruler also stalled for a moment.
Then,
a force filled with the Dao's profound rhythm burst from Di Jun, as if the heavens themselves were collapsing.
With a wave of his hand, he sent out the