Di Jiang: I Don't Play Fair! Zhao Gongming: So All Three of My Martial Uncles Have Special Skills?

Above Wuzhuang Temple, on Longevity Mountain.

Zhao Gongming unleashed the Great Accomplishment Sacred Body's divine power and punched through the void.

He had rushed over as fast as he could and finally arrived before things spiraled completely out of control.

Yet when he took in the scene before him, he couldn't help covering his face.

"It's over... I'm still too late."

In front of Wuzhuang Temple, the atmosphere was taut with tension.

Zhen Yuanzi held the Earth Book, with the Innate Wutu Great Formation hovering above his head.

He stood protectively in front of Ancestor Hong Yun, glaring furiously at the three across from him.

"Di Jun, Di Jiang, East King Duke!"

"You shameless scoundrels!"

"You fight each other to the death every day, but today, just because you covet my sworn brother's Primordial Violet Qi, you've joined forces?!"

"The temptation of the Primordial Violet Qi really is great—even bitter rivals like you can work together!"

Ancestor Hong Yun's face was also ashen. He clutched the Nine-Nine Soul Scattering Gourd, his eyes filled with grief and indignation.

Faced with their furious rebukes, Di Jun showed not the slightest guilt.

Instead, he stepped forward, his Golden Armor shimmering brilliantly, his domineering aura on full display.

"Hmph, enough nonsense!"

"In the struggle for the Great Dao, you either advance or fall behind!"

"You're handing over that Primordial Violet Qi today, whether you like it or not!"

East King Duke was even more arrogant. He slowly put on the two glittering magic treasures.

He sneered at Zhen Yuanzi, his gaze sinister.

"Zhen Yuanzi, don't think the Earth Book makes you invincible."

"I hope you don't end up begging for mercy later..."

Zhen Yuanzi flew into a rage. The Earth Book in his hands blazed with light, drawing on the ley lines of the Primordial Era. A thick, earthen-yellow curtain of light enveloped the two of them.

"Impudent!"

"As long as I have the Earth Book, I'm invincible on this land!"

"Even a Saint couldn't easily break through my defenses!"

"I am invincible!"

Just as the two sides were exchanging threats,

Di Jiang, who had been silent all along, suddenly spat impatiently.

"Pah!"

"Why waste your breath on them?"

"They're just bullying you because you insist on playing fair!"

"I, Di Jiang, am different. I don't play fair, and I have no shame. I'm going in!"

Before he had even finished speaking, Di Jiang vanished in a flash, activating the Space Law.

The next moment, to Zhen Yuanzi's utter horror,

Di Jiang ignored the curtain of light, which was said to offer absolute defense, and passed straight through it, appearing at Hong Yun's feet.

"What?!"

"How did he get in?!"

Zhen Yuanzi was completely dumbfounded.

Even a Quasi-Saint at his peak couldn't break through the Earth Book's defenses. How had Di Jiang strolled in as if he were entering his own home?

Before he could react,

Di Jiang had already whipped out a stretcher and tossed it on the ground. Then he flopped down and clung tightly to Hong Yun's leg with both hands.

"Ow! I've been hit!"

"Ancestor Hong Yun hit me!"

"You can't leave without handing over the Primordial Violet Qi! My leg's broken, my heart's shattered—pay up!"

Hong Yun stared at the burly man throwing a tantrum at his feet, completely dumbfounded.

"W-what the hell is this?"

"You're an Ancestral Witch! Have some dignity!"

Hong Yun was fed up. He raised his foot to kick Di Jiang away.

"Get lost! Don't touch me!"

But then—BOOM!

Just as Hong Yun tried to dodge, a bolt of Purple Firmament Divine Thunder appeared out of nowhere and struck him hard on the head.

"Argh!"

Hong Yun was burned black all over and stood there in a daze.

"W-what kind of bizarre magic treasure is this?!"

"Be careful, sworn brother!"

Seeing what had happened, Zhen Yuanzi hurried to help Hong Yun.

A golden figure instantly blocked his path.

Wearing his armor, Di Jun spread his arms wide and wore that infuriating, blissed-out expression.

"Come hit me, idiot!"

"If you want to save Hong Yun, you'll have to get past me first!"

"Come on, hit me right here!"

Desperate to save his friend, Zhen Yuanzi didn't stop to think.

The Whisk transformed into countless threads, imbued with the power of the ley lines, and lashed fiercely at Di Jun.

"Get out of my way!"

The terrifying attack landed on Di Jun.

Yet not only was Di Jun unharmed, he let out a moan that made everyone's cheeks burn.

"Ah~ That feels so good!"

The entire barrage of attacks sank into the sea like mud, unable to hurt Di Jun in the slightest.

Zhen Yuanzi stared at the unscathed Di Jun in shock, then looked over at Hong Yun, who had been struck by lightning.

"W-where did they get so many strange magic treasures?!"

Just as Zhen Yuanzi's mind wavered,

a chill that made his soul tremble suddenly rose behind him.

East King Duke stood at a distance, hands clasped in a seal. He wore that signature, perverted grin and shouted,

"Secret Technique: Mud Dragon Entering the Sea!"

Space rippled again. Zhen Yuanzi couldn't defend himself, nor did he have time to try.

Squelch!

A dull, fleshy sound rang out.

"Yaaah!!!"

An indescribable agony burst from an unmentionable spot, coursing through his body and shooting straight to the top of his head.

Zhen Yuanzi, a True Immortal who had attained the Dao, let out a piercing scream.

He instantly lost all strength and means of fighting back. The Earth Book's light dimmed, and the Whisk fell to the ground.

Thud!

Zhen Yuanzi lay stiffly on the ground, clutching his backside with both hands. His whole body trembled violently, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

He struggled to lift his head, his eyes unfocused. Pointing at East King Duke, who was still holding the Thousand Kills pose, he cursed in a trembling voice,

"You... you shameless bastard!"

"Despicable! Vile!"

In a matter of moments, the Primordial Era's famous good-natured duo had been utterly defeated: one had been extorted until he doubted his own sanity, while the other had been stabbed until he wished he were dead.

A total wipeout!

Watching the chaotic, gruesome scene from the clouds, Zhao Gongming sighed helplessly.

"What a mess..."

"What is this world coming to?"

"If I let them keep this up, I'll be tangled in a huge mess of karma!"

Zhao Gongming didn't hesitate. He gathered his magic power and shouted,

"Everyone, stop!"

His shout rang out like a thunderclap.

The three, who had been preparing to press their advantage, paused and turned to look at Zhao Gongming.

Zhao Gongming put on a stern face and warned them,

"Seniors, if you keep using the magic treasures I made to commit such evil—attacking people and robbing them—"

"I'll never make another magic treasure for you!"

"I mean it. You could pile the materials into a mountain, and I still wouldn't make one!"

His words worked immediately.

That was their weak spot!

Now that they'd had a taste of these treasures, who would want to go back to using ordinary Innate Spirit Treasures?

Di Jiang sprang to his feet, put away the stretcher, dusted himself off, and spoke with righteous indignation.

"Ahem, don't be mad, Martial Nephew!"

"You know me. I have absolutely no interest in the Primordial Violet Qi!"

"I was just... just passing by, and happened to practice my acting with my old friend Hong Yun. That's right, we were practicing our acting!"

Di Jun hurriedly dismissed the effects of his armor and fixed his hair, looking utterly innocent.

"You know me, Martial Nephew."

"I just wanted to show off what the magic treasure could do, and got a little carried away."

"I have the utmost respect for Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi. What I did just now was... an affectionate caress."

East King Duke hid his magic treasure behind his back and put on an earnest look.

"You know me, Martial Nephew."

"I don't have much willpower. I'm easily swayed and can be talked into things."

Those two led me astray. It wasn't my fault, honestly!"

Looking at the three rulers of the Primordial Era who had changed their tune in an instant and were now shifting the blame onto each other, Zhao Gongming's mouth twitched. His gaze swept over them as he couldn't help but quip,

"Sure..."

"So, that means..."

"All three of my Martial Uncles have some special skills, huh?"

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