Emperor Jun and Di Jiang's Mixed Doubles! Dong Wang Gong: Who refined this magic treasure?!

Above Shouyang Mountain, the atmosphere was tense.

Facing the combined pressure of the Demon Emperor and the Ancestor Witches.

Although East King Duke felt nervous inside, he was, after all, the Head of Male Immortals personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor.

If he lost face now, how would he lead his team in the future?

"Hmph!"

East King Duke mustered his remaining strength, let out a cold snort, and said with feigned ferocity.

"Di Jun, Di Jiang!"

"Although your two races are powerful, I have the moral high ground!"

"I must have an explanation for today's events!"

"Otherwise, even if the two of you came, it wouldn't matter!"

Hearing this, Zhao Gongming's lips curved into a cruel smile.

He took a step back, made a gesture of invitation to the two great figures beside him, and said loudly.

"Two Martial Uncles!"

"Show us your talent!"

The three Ancestors of the Human Race below, Suiren Shi and the others, heard this and immediately became excited, their eyes widening like copper bells.

"Talent? Could it be the legendary great divine abilities?"

"Quick, look, we can witness firsthand the battle of the Primordial World's top Quasi-Saints."

"Sensing the fluctuations of the laws will surely improve our future cultivation!"

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

The common folk of the Human Race also craned their necks, their eyes full of admiration.

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

They silently covered their eyes, not forgetting to remind Medicine Master and Lu Ya beside them.

"Stop looking, it'll dirty your eyes."

"The scene might be a bit inappropriate for children later."

East King Duke was also completely bewildered.

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

Just then, Di Jiang, who had been silent, made a move.

The powerfully muscled leader of the Ancestor Witches did not unleash any spatial divine abilities.

Instead, he casually took out the tattered stretcher, threw it in front of East King Duke.

Then... plop!

Di Jiang, with a practiced and smooth motion, lay down directly on the stretcher.

Immediately after, he began to roll around frantically, kicking his limbs, and yelling like a pig being slaughtered.

"Ouch, someone's hitting me!"

"East King Duke is hitting me, my back, my hip joint!"

"Murder! I won't get up without a Supreme Grade Innate Spirit Treasure!"

East King Duke: "???"

East King Duke was utterly shocked, his eyeballs nearly popping out.

"What... what kind of lunatic is this?!"

"The Witch Race was already crazy, how did they get even crazier now?!"

"I didn't even touch you, you can't extort me without reason!"

Enraged, East King Duke raised his hand and unleashed a Pure Yang Sword Qi, intending to teach this scoundrel a lesson.

However... buzz!

The sword Qi struck Di Jiang and vanished like a clay ox entering the sea, directly canceled out by a law of karma.

"What, a hard control?!"

East King Duke found that he couldn't harm Di Jiang at all and was locked onto by a strange aura.

"Madman, if I can't provoke you, can't I avoid you?"

East King Duke turned to flee, intending to transform into a streak of light.

Boom!

The moment he turned, a Purple Heavenly Divine Thunder fell without warning, striking precisely the crown of his head.

"Ah!"

East King Duke's hair stood on end, smoke rising from his body, his face utterly bewildered.

"No compensation... you're really not letting me leave?!"

With no other choice, to escape, East King Duke could only grit his teeth and toss out a storage bag.

"Here, take it to buy medicine, you bastard!"

Di Jiang happily pocketed the storage bag and immediately stopped rolling around.

Seeing this, East King Duke was greatly alarmed.

"What kind of devilish magic treasure is this, that it can hard-control me? I need to run!"

He summoned his escape light and desperately tried to flee this place of trouble.

He didn't expect to get far before a golden figure blocked his path.

It was Di Jun, clad in golden armor!

"East King Duke, don't be in a hurry to leave!"

A twisted smile crept onto Di Jun's lips, and the armor on his body began to glow pink.

He spread his arms, puffed out his chest, and issued a soul-stirring invitation to East King Duke.

"Come hit me, idiot!"

"Come on, come on, with just this much strength, who can you beat?"

"Are you not eating, put more effort in, a little more!"

East King Duke was already seething with anger. Seeing Di Jun's infuriating demeanor, how could he possibly hold back?

"Di Jun, you're going too far!"

"Pure Yang Limitless, Myriad Immortals Great Formation, die for me!"

East King Duke mobilized all his Quasi-Saint magical power, converging it into a world-ending strike, and slammed it into Di Jun.

But in the next second, Di Jun wasn't only unharmed.

Instead, his face showed an expression of ecstatic enjoyment, and he let out a blush-inducing, heart-pounding sound.

"Ooh, don't tell me, this is actually quite satisfying!"

"Not enough, continue!"

All his attacks were absorbed by the armor, completely unable to break Di Jun's defense.

East King Duke was shocked once more. Looking at Di Jun's enraptured face, he felt his stomach churn.

"This... what kind of magic treasure is this?!"

"Perverts, you're both perverts!"

East King Duke's mental state collapsed. He turned to flee in another direction.

But then...

Di Jiang instantly appeared before him again, carrying a stretcher, and lay down on the ground.

"Ouch, you hit me, and you're trying to get away!"

BOOM!

Heavenly lightning struck again.

East King Duke was forced to pay up again.

Just as he paid and tried to run, Di Jun blocked him again.

"Idiot, where are you running to? Come hit me!"

After repeating this three times...

East King Duke's hair was disheveled, his clothes in tatters, his eyes vacant, his face numb.

He slumped onto the clouds, looking at the two demons who were taking turns tormenting him, and let out a desperate roar.

"Who the hell refined this magic treasure?!"

"Who the hell refined this magic treasure?!"

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

He was on the verge of a complete breakdown.

If this continued, he would be hard-controlled to death by Di Jun and Di Jiang, his money would be extorted dry, and his mind would be corrupted.

"I surrender, I surrender, alright!"

East King Duke raised a white flag, completely giving up his resistance.

Meanwhile, below, the three ancestors of the human race and countless commoners were also utterly bewildered, their worldviews shattered.

The Sacred Fire in Suiren Shi's hand extinguished, and he muttered to himself.

"Is... is this what powerful beings fighting looks like?"

"This is the top-tier battle we're supposed to comprehend?"

"Rolling around, begging for abuse, extorting people?"

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

Zhao Gongming stood to the side, watching the scene unfold, and couldn't help but shake his head in感慨.

"Tsk tsk tsk, poor Uncle-Master East King Duke."

"Being toyed with by Uncle-Masters Di Jun and Di Jiang."

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

At this moment, Di Jun and Di Jiang, satisfied, put away their magic treasures.

The two, flanking East King Duke on the left and right, brought him before Zhao Gongming and Bixiao.

Although East King Duke had lost, he still cared about his reputation. He arrogantly and reluctantly cupped his hands towards Bixiao, his tone stiff.

"Ahem... that, Junior-Niece Bixiao."

"What happened today, I was rash."

"Actually, I didn't intend to truly fight, I just... I just wanted to save face, isn't that enough?"

Bixiao wasn't one to press her advantage. Seeing an out, she snorted.

"Fine, I'm a generous young lady, I forgive you."

East King Duke breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave.

But he saw that Di Jun and Di Jiang had no intention of moving aside.

These two overlords of the Primordial World simultaneously turned their heads.

They looked at Zhao Gongming, who only had the cultivation of a Golden Immortal, their tone carrying a hint of consultation.

"Little Friend Zhao, are you satisfied with this outcome?"

"If you don't think it's enough, shall we have two more rounds?"

East King Duke's pupils contracted sharply, and a storm raged in his heart.

"What?!"

"The leaders of the Demon Court and the Witch Race... why do they value a Sage's disciple so highly?!"

"They're even asking for his opinion?!"

"Just who is this Zhao Gongming?"

"Could it be that those monstrous magic treasures... were all refined by him?!"

In an instant, East King Duke's gaze towards Zhao Gongming changed.