Queen Mother of the West held the microphone, her hand trembling.
"This palace... has to rap?"
Zhen Yuanzi held a cloth shoe, his face twitching.
"This poor Daoist... has to ask whether it's got swagger?"
Bai Ze looked at the skirt and felt like the sky was falling.
"I am an auspicious beast, a symbol of wisdom... and I have to become a muscle-bound Barbie?"
This was a devastating blow to their Dao Hearts!
However, just as they hesitated,
that familiar, blood-pressure-spiking BGM suddenly rang out from the distant sky.
"Last night on Mount Akina, I lost to a wheelchair~~"
Di Jiang's arrogant laughter drifted over on the wind.
"Hahahaha! Who else? Who can catch me?!"
At the sound of his voice, all hesitation vanished from the four Great Experts' eyes.
In its place surged a flood of fury and thirst for revenge.
"Bang!"
Zhen Yuanzi was the first to lose patience. He slammed his hand down on the table.
He snatched up the size-45 cloth shoe and roared through clenched teeth.
"Let's do it! What the hell does dignity matter?!"
"If I don't slap Di Jiang's face until it's swollen today, then I'm no Zhen Yuanzi!"
Queen Mother of the West put on her sunglasses too, grabbed the microphone, and wore a murderous expression.
"So it's 'Thunderclap,' huh? Fine, I'll rap!"
Bai Ze took a deep breath and solemnly picked up the skirt.
"For revenge... I'll even wear women's clothes!"
"Di Jiang, prepare to die!"
Watching the four Quasi-Saint peak Great Experts pounce like hungry tigers,
Zhao Gongming watched as they took their freshly forged treasures and soared into the clouds.
He nodded in satisfaction and adjusted the angle of his recliner.
Finding the most comfortable position, he grabbed a handful of melon seeds and looked up at the