Thunderclap! Such Heaven-Defying Cultivation! Zhao Gongming: The Prize Pool Keeps Growing!

Di Jiang wore a swollen, bruised face and wailed,

"I'll get down on my knees for all of you, even if there are a whole lot of you!"

"Come on, isn't this enough? Can you stop hitting me?"

"I admit I was wrong, all right? I'll return everything I swindled from you before—double!"

"This is too brutal! You're all too brutal!"

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief,

Queen Mother of the West and Bai Ze, who had stood in the back without lifting a finger, suddenly strode forward, rubbing their hands together.

Queen Mother of the West put on a pair of sunglasses and picked up the Purple Gold Hammer.

Bai Ze took a deep breath and picked up that pink skirt.

The two glared fiercely at Di Jiang and sneered.

"Dream on. You think you can get away with a couple of words?"

"You're going to suffer everything we suffered!"

"We're not done until you've heard so much Thunderclap you throw up, and experienced the love of a muscle-bound Barbie!"

Bai Ze took a deep breath and, with the resolve of someone ready to die, produced that pink fairy dress.

Pink mist burst into the air.

When it cleared, the entire scene fell deathly silent.

Then came a chorus of horrified screams.

"Holy crap! Holy crap!"

"What am I looking at? My eyes!!!"

The usually refined and easygoing Demon Saint Bai Ze—

now had muscles bulging all over, transformed into a three-meter-tall mass of monstrous muscle.

Yet he wore a tight pink slip dress trimmed with lace.

White stockings clung to his legs, stretched so taut by his muscles they looked ready to burst.

The sight was so horrifyingly garish it hurt to look at!

"Ugh, this is way too absurd!"

"Besides mentally attacking Di Jiang,