Competing with fathers? Dijun and Dijiang join forces! Dong Wanggong: This script is wrong!

Shouyang Mountain, Human Race Plaza.

Looking at the chaotic, lively, and extraordinary scene before him.

Zhao Gongming clasped his hands behind his back, a look of relief on his face.

"Good, very good!"

"This is the vitality the Human Race should have!"

"Everyone is working hard, the future is promising!"

Beside him were the three ancestors of the Human Race: Suiren Shi, Youchao Shi, and Ziyi Shi.

At this moment, their faces were already covered in dark lines, their mouths twitching uncontrollably.

They looked at their tribesmen wearing cat ears and meowing.

They looked at their tribesmen whose intelligence had been lowered to that of fools, yet they were still grinning foolishly.

They then looked at their tribesmen drooling over the female version of Di Jiang...

"Esteemed Immortal..."

Suiren Shi couldn't take it anymore and weakly complained.

"This... is this really okay?"

"Why do I feel like the current Human Race... is even more chaotic than the Demon Court?"

"This art style... isn't it a bit too avant-garde?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gongming turned and glanced at them.

He pointed to the Golden Immortal aura emanating from them and retorted righteously.

"All three of you have broken through to the early Golden Immortal stage, isn't this a good start?"

"The process doesn't matter, only the result!"

"As long as you become stronger, even if you become fools... you'll be strong fools!"

The Three Ancestors: "..."

They were rendered speechless.

Just as Zhao Gongming was about to continue shouting slogans and cheering on his fellow disciples who were performing with all their might.

"Big Brother, help!"

A shrill and familiar cry for help suddenly came from the distant clouds.

Zhao Gongming looked up.

He saw Bixiao, riding a streak of light, her expression panicked.

Like a startled little rabbit, she was fleeing madly in this direction.

And behind her.

Rumble!

An extremely terrifying Quasi-Saint peak pressure, carrying supreme majesty, descended like Mount Tai crushing down, instantly enveloping the entire Shouyang Mountain.

"Hmph, where do you think you can run?"

A middle-aged man, dressed in a pure Yang imperial robe and a purple-gold crown, strode through the air. With each step, the void trembled.

His gaze was icy, locking onto Bixiao, then sweeping over Zhao Gongming and the others, he let out a cold snort.

"Finally found your mastermind!"

"How dare you take heavenly materials and earthly treasures from my Immortal Court's territory and injure my Immortal Court's inspector."

"I, East King Duke, will settle this score with you today!"

Bixiao hid behind Zhao Gongming, poked her head out, and declared righteously.

"You're spouting nonsense!"

"I discovered those heavenly materials and earthly treasures first, why should I give them to you?"

"Your Immortal Court are just bandits, shameless!"

Zhao Gongming understood the whole story upon hearing this.

This East King Duke was personally enfeoffed by the Dao Ancestor as the Head of Male Immortals, establishing the Purple Mansion Immortal Court and ruling over all immortals.

Although his strength was not comparable to the Demon Court or the Witch Race, he was still a major power, and his actions had always been overbearing.

Logically speaking, in the Primordial World, heavenly materials and earthly treasures belonged to those with virtue, or whoever had the stronger fist.

Since Bixiao found them first, they belonged to Bixiao.

But East King Duke claimed they were on his territory, which also had some logic.

"This is a typical Primordial World scam."

Zhao Gongming sneered inwardly.

No matter who was right or wrong, since they dared to bully his sister, it was their fault!

Zhao Gongming stepped forward, blocking Bixiao, and looked directly at East King Duke, saying neither servile nor overbearing.

"Senior East King Duke."

"There might be some misunderstanding in this matter. Since it's a dispute over heavenly materials and earthly treasures."

"At worst, I'll compensate Senior with some items, and we can let this matter go, how about it?"

East King Duke let out a cold laugh, his eyes full of disdain.

"Compensation?"

"Does this seat lack your paltry compensation?"

"Not only did this brat snatch the treasure, but she also spoke disrespectfully. Today, she must return to my Purple Mansion to be punished. It's useless for anyone to intervene!"

"Absolutely not!"

Zhao Gongming's expression turned grim.

At the same time.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Several figures instantly appeared beside Zhao Gongming.

Xuandu took off his gloves, his expression calm. Lu Ya removed his crown, his gaze sharp.

Cihang put away his Magic Fairy Stick, his face unfriendly. Medicine Master put down his rattle drum, his palms pressed together. Huang Long transformed into human form, his face filled with indignation.

The six stood shoulder to shoulder. Although their cultivation was not as high as a Quasi-Saint, their aura was no weaker.

Zhao Gongming looked at East King Duke, a mocking curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"East King Duke, do you know who we are?"

"Do you know how powerful our backgrounds are?"

East King Duke frowned, disdainfully.

"This seat doesn't care who you are!"

"In this Primordial World, besides the Sages, I care about whoever I want!"

"Good, you said it yourself!"

Zhao Gongming took a deep breath, his energy sinking into his dantian, and began his rapid-fire recitation that was like listing dishes from a menu.

"Listen carefully!"

"Standing before you is Grand Master Xuandu, the first disciple of the Taiqing Sage!"

"Daoist Ci Hang, the direct disciple of the Yuqing Sage, and Zhao Gongming, the direct disciple of the Shangqing Sage!"

"Medicine Master, the direct disciple of the Western Jie Yin Sage, Lu Ya, the Demon Court Crown Prince, and Yellow Dragon True Person of the Dragon Race!"

"Behind us stand the Three Pure Ones Sages, the Two Sages of the West, Empress Nuwa, the Demon Court, and the Dragon Race!"

"Try to lay a hand on us, and believe it or not, tomorrow the Five Sages will come and raze your Purple Mansion?!"

This barrage of titles stunned East King Duke.

He had initially thought they were just a few ignorant rogue cultivators, or perhaps outer sect disciples from some major sect.

Who would have thought...

They were all direct disciples of Sages?!

Had he just poked the hornet's nest of Sages?!

East King Duke's imposing aura instantly weakened by a third, and his eyes began to flicker.

However, as the Head of Male Immortals, in front of these people.

If he were to be scared off by a few juniors' words, how could he possibly maintain his status in the future?

"Hmph!"

East King Duke forced himself to maintain his composure, speaking with feigned ferocity.

"So what if you are disciples of Sages?"

"Do disciples of Sages have the right to be lawless?"

"Your faces are faces, but my face isn't a doormat either!"

"Today's matter requires an explanation to this seat, otherwise..."

"Otherwise, my ass!"

Zhao Gongming directly interrupted him, waving his hand impatiently.

"Alright, stop pretending. Since you want an explanation, then we won't talk anymore."

"Let's call for backup!"

Zhao Gongming turned around, gently patted Lu Ya's shoulder, and said with a smile.

"Junior Brother Lu Ya, contact your Old Man."

"Tell him someone's bullying you and wants to drag you back to be his wife."

Lu Ya's eyes lit up, and he immediately took out his communication jade slip.

"Got it, Senior Brother, don't worry, I'll cry pitifully!"

Then, Zhao Gongming looked at Cihang and said meaningfully.

"Senior Brother Cihang, don't just stand there."

"Contact Ancestor Witch Di Jiang."

Cihang was stunned, pointing at his own nose.

"Me? Contact the Ancestor Witch? Why me?"

Zhao Gongming chuckled, his eyes lewd.

"Because... I really like stories about twelve great men and one Nan Liang."

"Get lost!!!"

Cihang was so ashamed he wanted to die, but he still obediently took out the communication jade token Di Jiang had left him.

East King Duke watched this scene, feeling a bit uneasy, but still spoke defiantly.

"Call them!"

"I'd like to see who you can call!"

"Sages are high above, they can't possibly lower themselves for such a trivial matter to help you bully me, can they?"

However, as soon as he finished speaking.

RUMBLE!

Above the Sky Vault, the wind and clouds changed drastically.

Two terrifyingly powerful auras descended almost simultaneously!

On the left, Golden Crows cried, and True Sun Fire burned all over the heavens.

Di Jun, clad in an imperial robe and holding the River Diagram and Luo Script, strode through the air, his Imperial Might vast.

On the right, malevolent energy surged to the sky, and spatial laws tore through the void.

Di Jiang, bare-chested with bulging muscles, like a demon god, took a step, shaking the earth.

"Who dares to bully my son?!"

"Who dares to bully young friend Zhao?!"

The two voices boomed like thunder, making East King Duke's eardrums ache.

The next moment, Di Jun and Di Jiang, these sworn enemies of the Primordial World.

Actually stood side by side, their gazes chillingly fixed on East King Duke.

East King Duke was completely dumbfounded, his jaw nearly hitting the ground.

"This..."

"Di Jun? Di Jiang?"

"The Demon Emperor and the Ancestor Witch, how did those two get together?!"

"This script is all wrong!"

Di Jun looked at East King Duke. Although his gaze was cold, he still maintained some of the demeanor of an emperor, attempting to reason.

"East King Duke, as the Head of Male Immortals, bullying a few juniors is beneath your status, isn't it?"

"These individuals are Esteemed Guests of my Demon Court. Harming them is slapping my face!"

"Be sensible and get lost!"

Di Jiang, on the other hand, was not so easy to talk to.

He was a Warlord, a brute, not good with words.

Di Jiang stepped forward, pointed at East King Duke's nose, and unleashed a Quintessential Chinese.

"Fuck your mother!!"

"You dare touch Zhao Gongming?!"

"If you have the guts, come at me!!"

"I'll twist your head off and use it as a ball to kick!!"

East King Duke: "..."

Zhao Gongming: "..."

Cihang: "..."

The entire place fell silent.

Everyone was stunned by Di Jiang's unpretentious and dull street-level cursing.

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