East King Duke hurriedly put on the golden treasure and casually made the Thousand Kills hand sign.
A lecherous grin immediately spread across his face.
"Heh heh heh... I can't wait to see this treasure in action!"
Holding the treasure Zhao Gongming had crafted, East King Duke couldn't bear to part with it.
He also stubbornly refused to leave, insisting on strengthening his bond with Zhao Gongming.
As the Emperor Lord of the Purple Mansion Immortal Court, he could see just how strategically valuable these treasures were.
Just then, with a rumble, a spatial fluctuation suddenly appeared.
A spatial rift tore open in midair, and the bare-chested, heavily muscled Ancestral Witch Di Jiang appeared.
As soon as Di Jiang appeared, he didn't even have time to look around before his gaze locked onto Zhao Gongming.
His face was full of warmth, and even his smile seemed a little ingratiating.
"Little Zhao, Martial Nephew Zhao, my dear Zhao brother, I've thought it over. I really do have to take you to visit the Witch Race."
"My Pangu Hall is full of good stuff. You can take whatever you want, as long as you're willing to come!"
"I'll treat you well and look after you like my own brother!"
Zhao Gongming was just about to offer a few polite words.
Di Jiang's gaze shifted, and he suddenly noticed East King Duke standing nearby.
In an instant, the smile vanished from Di Jiang's face, replaced by an expression like he'd just spotted a fly.
"Well, well, if it isn't that sucker."
Di Jiang had the blunt manner of a military man. He didn't mince words and immediately started cursing.
"Why the hell are you still here? Waiting for dinner?"
"You think you belong here?"
"Get lost. Don't get in the way while I bond with my Zhao brother!"
East King Duke had been in a pretty good mood, but after being cursed out like that, he was so furious his lungs nearly exploded.
"Di Jiang, don't get too full of yourself!"
"I came specifically to apologize to Martial Nephew Zhao Gongming. I'm an honored guest!"
"Why are you yelling? Think having a loud voice makes you special?"
Di Jiang perked up at that, planting his hands on his hips with an utterly shameless look.
"Heh, you don't know what's good for you, do you?"
"Believe it or not, I'll lie down again!"
"I'll make you leave your underwear behind and go completely broke!"
In the past, East King Duke would definitely have backed down at those words.
But now...
He touched the two gleaming golden finger guards in his sleeve, and his confidence immediately soared.
"Hmph, big talk!"
East King Duke sneered, his eyes fixed darkly on Di Jiang's lower half.
"Believe it or not, I'll make you cover your butt every time you see me from now on?"
"I'll show you what it means to be left a broken, ruined wreck!"
Di Jiang was baffled and scratched his head.
"Cover my butt? What kind of threat is that? You gonna sneak up on me from behind?"
Seeing the two face off, their tempers flaring higher and higher, Zhao Gongming hurriedly stepped forward, looking anxious as he tried to break up the fight.
"Please, seniors, calm down! Calm down!"
"Stop fighting, both of you, stop fighting!"
Though he was saying that, his hands were telling a very different story.
He had already raised a top-grade Recording Stone high in the air and found the perfect angle.
"Hmph, if you're asking for it, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Di Jiang snorted and reached for the broken stretcher, ready to use the same trick again.
But East King Duke moved faster!
"Too late! Take this!"
East King Duke joined his hands in a hand seal, crossing his fingers.
He left only his index and middle fingers extended together, forming that classic Thousand Kills hand sign.
Then a lecherous, perverted grin spread across his face.
It was a grin enough to make children cry. He sank his breath into his dantian and shouted:
"I will—"
"MUD DRAGON ENTERING THE SEA!!!"
Di Jiang watched East King Duke suddenly begin some strange ritual that looked like a spirit-summoning dance. His face was full of confusion.
"Is East King Duke's brain broken?"
"I thought I was the one with a bad brain, but I didn't realize East King Duke could be even worse."
"What's this Mud Dragon Entering the Sea? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Unexpectedly, the next moment, a spatial fluctuation suddenly appeared at East King Duke's fingertips.
As the Space Ancestor Witch, Di Jiang was extremely sensitive to spatial fluctuations.
Even so, it wasn't enough to make him bother raising his guard.
He even wore a mocking smile and gave a couple of cold snorts.
"Have you lost your mind? I'm Di Jiang, the Space Ancestor Witch."
"Playing with spatial abilities in front of me is like showing off before an expert!"
"I'm the greatest master of the Space Law in the Primordial Era. You must've gone insane..."
Di Jiang hadn't even finished speaking when a bone-chilling sensation suddenly rose behind him!
An unavoidable Karma Offensive abruptly locked onto his rear.
"Something's wrong! There's a problem!" (Add Brother Bao reaction meme here, brothers!)
Di Jiang realized how serious the situation was and was just about to dodge when—
A dull yet remarkably crisp sound of something piercing flesh suddenly rang out.
East King Duke's figure appeared behind Di Jiang in an instant.
The golden treasure on his fingers unleashed a sharp force capable of tearing through anything.
With pinpoint accuracy and tremendous force, it struck the indescribable place on Di Jiang's body.
"Aaaaaah!!!" (Add picture of Tom wailing here.)
A wave of pain coursed through Di Jiang, shooting straight to his skull and making his entire body tremble.
His already dark face instantly turned the color of pig liver, then deep purple-red.
He was red-hot with rage in an instant!
"Aaaaaaaaah!"
Di Jiang let out an utterly agonized scream.
Like a rocket, he shot straight up into the sky, soaring a hundred yards into the air.
Then.
Thud!
He crashed heavily to the ground, clutching his butt with both hands and curling up like a shrimp.
"It hurts! It hurts so damn much!"
"My butt! It's split! It's split open!"
Di Jiang trembled all over, cold sweat streaming down his forehead as tears and snot ran down his face. The sight was simply too awful to look at.
This was a Conceptual Grade critical hit, one that ignored an Ancestral Witch's physical defenses!
East King Duke stood where he was, blew nonexistent dust off his fingers, struck an outrageously smug pose, and sneered.
"Hmph!"
"That's what you get for swindling me out of my things!"
"Feels good, doesn't it? Was that intense enough for you?"
Just then.
Space fluctuated again.
Wearing his Golden Crow Imperial Robe, Di Jun stepped out, his face brimming with anticipation.
"Young Friend Zhao, I've made up my mind. Let's go to the Demon Court right away..."
He hadn't finished speaking when Di Jun saw the bizarre scene before him.
Di Jiang lay on the ground, clutching his butt and wailing.
East King Duke stood nearby, looking proud, a golden finger guard on his hand.
And Zhao Gongming stood not far away, holding up a Recording Stone and watching the show.
Di Jun froze for a moment. Then, seeing the strange fluctuations emanating from the finger guard on East King Duke's hand, he suddenly understood.
"This... East King Duke got a treasure crafted by Zhao Gongming too!"
"And judging by how miserable Di Jiang looks... this treasure is powerful!"
While Di Jun was still analyzing the situation—
East King Duke, having just won back his pride and brimming with confidence, suddenly turned around.
His murderous eyes locked onto Di Jun.
He quickly approached Di Jun, formed that familiar hand sign, and wore a lecherous grin.
"Well, well, if it isn't Di Jun!"
"You enjoyed yourself just now, didn't you?"
"Come on, come on. Let me loosen you up too!"
"You're the one they call Di Jun?!!"
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