East King Duke and Di Jiang Team Up to Beat Him Up! East King Duke: Who the Hell Made These Magical Treasures?!

The air above Shouyang Mountain was thick with tension.

The Demon Emperor and the Ancestral Witch were pressuring him together.

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

If he lost face here, how was he supposed to lead his team from now on?

"Hmph!"

East King Duke forced himself to stand his ground. He gave a cold snort and spoke with bluster that barely concealed his nerves.

"Di Jun! Di Jiang!"

"Your two races may be powerful, but I'm in the right!"

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

"Otherwise, even the two of you won't get away with this!"

At those words, a cruel smile tugged at Zhao Gongming's lips.

He stepped back and made a "please, go ahead" gesture to the two big shots beside him, then called out loudly.

"Martial Uncles!"

"Show them what you've got!"

Below, the Three Ancestors of the Human Race, including Suiren Shi, grew excited at his words. Their eyes widened like bells.

"Show us what you've got? Could he mean the legendary divine powers?"

"Look, look! We get to witness a battle between the Primordial Era's top Quasi-Sages with our own eyes!"

"Comprehending the fluctuations of the laws will surely help us improve our cultivation in the future!"

"This is a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity!"

The human people stretched their necks to see, their eyes full of admiration.

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

They quietly covered their eyes, then remembered to warn Medicine Master and Lu Ya beside them.

"Don't look. It'll hurt your eyes."

"The scene might get a little inappropriate for children."

East King Duke was completely bewildered, too.

"Show us what you've got? What do you mean? Are you going to put on a show for me?"

Just then, Di Jiang, who hadn't said a word until now, made his move.

The muscular leader of the Ancestral Witches didn't unleash any grand spatial divine power.

Instead, he reached behind himself, pulled out that battered stretcher, and flung it down in front of East King Duke.

Then... thump!

With practiced ease, Di Jiang lay down on the stretcher.

Right after that, he began rolling around wildly, kicking his arms and legs and howling at the top of his lungs like a slaughtered pig.

"Ow! He's hitting me!"

"East King Duke hit me! My back! My hip!"

"Murder! I can't get up unless I get a Supreme Grade Innate Spirit Treasure!"

East King Duke: "???"

East King Duke was so stunned his eyes nearly popped out.

"W-where did this lunatic come from?!"

"The Witch Race was already crazy. How did they get even crazier?!"

"I haven't even touched you! Even if you're trying to scam me, you have to be reasonable!"

Furious, East King Duke raised a hand and sent a streak of Pure Yang Sword Qi at him, hoping to teach the scoundrel a lesson.

But... hum!

The sword qi struck Di Jiang and vanished like a mud cow sinking into the sea, nullified by a surge of karma laws.

"What? He's got me locked down?!"

East King Duke realized he couldn't hurt Di Jiang. At the same time, a strange aura had locked onto him.

"Crazy bastard. If I can't take him on, I can still run!"

East King Duke turned to flee as a streak of light.

Rumble!

The moment he turned, Purple Firmament Divine Thunder fell without warning and struck him squarely on the crown of his head.

"Ah!"

East King Duke's hair stood on end. Smoke rose from his body as he stared ahead in a daze.

"You won't let me leave unless I pay compensation?!"

Left with no choice, East King Duke gritted his teeth and tossed out a storage bag to escape.

"Here! Take it and buy yourself some medicine, you bastard!"

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

East King Duke was horrified.

"What kind of sinister magical treasure is this? It can lock me down! I need to get out of here!"

He summoned his escape light and fled in a panic, desperate to get away from this trouble.

But he hadn't gone far when a golden figure blocked his path.

It was Di Jun, clad in Golden Armor!

"East King Duke, don't leave just yet!"

A twisted smile tugged at Di Jun's lips, and his armor began to shine with a pink light.

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

"Come hit me, you idiot!"

"Come on, come on! Is that all you've got? You can't beat anyone with punches that weak!"

"Can't find the book by searching its title? Try searching for the author. Maybe it just changed its name!"

"Did you skip a meal? Put your back into it! Hit me harder!"

East King Duke was already seething with anger. How could he hold back when he saw Di Jun acting so obnoxiously?

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

"Pure Yang Limitless, Myriad Immortals Great Formation! Die!"

East King Duke gathered all his Quasi-Sage magic power into a devastating strike and slammed it into Di Jun.

But in the next instant, Di Jun wasn't injured at all.

Instead, a blissful expression spread across his face, and he let out a sound that made everyone blush.

"Ooh, I have to admit, that feels pretty good!"

"Not enough! Keep going!"

The armor absorbed every attack. East King Duke couldn't break through Di Jun's defenses at all.

East King Duke was stunned again. He looked at Di Jun's blissful expression and felt his stomach churn.

"W-what kind of magical treasure is this?!"

"Perverts! You're all perverts!"

East King Duke's spirit crumbled. He turned and tried to flee in another direction.

But—

Di Jiang appeared in front of him again, carrying the stretcher. He lay down on the ground.

"Ow! He ran me over! Hit-and-run!"

Rumble!

Thunder struck again.

East King Duke had no choice but to pay up again.

He had just handed over the money and started to run when Di Jun blocked his way again.

"Idiot! Where do you think you're going? Come hit me!"

After this happened three times—

East King Duke sat slumped in the clouds, his hair disheveled, his clothes in tatters, his eyes vacant and his face numb.

He stared at the two demons who had taken turns tormenting him and let out a desperate roar.

"Who the hell made this magical treasure?!"

"Who the hell made this magical treasure?!"

"I can't take it anymore! Just kill me! Stop torturing me!"

He was on the verge of a total breakdown.

If this went on, Di Jun and Di Jiang would keep him locked down until he died, scam him out of all his money, and ruin his mind.

"I give up! Isn't that enough? I surrender!"

East King Duke raised a white flag and gave up resisting completely.

Meanwhile, the Three Ancestors of the Human Race and the countless people below were just as bewildered, their entire worldview shattered.

The Sacred Fire in Suiren Shi's hand had even gone out. He muttered to himself,

"S-so this is how Great Experts fight?"

"This is the... top-tier battle we're supposed to learn from?"

"Rolling around, begging to be hit, scamming people?"

"I can't believe this! What's the point of cultivating immortality?!"

Zhao Gongming stood to the side and shook his head with a sigh.

"Tsk, tsk, poor Martial Uncle East King Duke."

"Those two Martial Uncles, Di Jun and Di Jiang, are playing him in the palm of their hands."

"This is the power of the current meta! A crushing blow from a higher dimension!"

Di Jun and Di Jiang were now thoroughly satisfied, and they put away their magical treasures.

The two of them flanked East King Duke and brought him before Zhao Gongming and Bixiao.

Though East King Duke had lost, he still clung to his pride. He stiffly cupped his hands to Bixiao, his manner haughty and reluctant.

"Ahem... Well, Martial Nephew Bixiao."

"I acted rashly today."

"Truthfully, I never meant to actually fight. I just wanted to save face. We can call it even, right?"

Bixiao wasn't the sort to press her advantage. With an easy out offered, she gave a hum.

"Fine. I'm magnanimous, so I forgive you."

East King Duke sighed in relief and was about to leave.

But Di Jun and Di Jiang didn't seem inclined to move aside.

The two overlords of the Primordial Era turned their heads at the same time.

They looked at Zhao Gongming, who had only Golden Immortal cultivation, and asked in a somewhat deferential tone,

"Young Friend Zhao, are you satisfied with how we handled this?"

"If you don't think it's enough, we can do a couple more rounds."

East King Duke's pupils contracted sharply, and a storm surged through his heart.

"What?!"

"Why would the leaders of the Demon Court and the Witch Race hold a mere disciple of a Sage in such high regard?!"

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

"Who exactly is Zhao Gongming?"

"Could he be the one who made those twisted magical treasures?!"

In an instant, the way East King Duke looked at Zhao Gongming changed.