Primordial Era: All-Conceptual-Level Weapon Forging, Whoever Uses It Will Die.

Dongwanggong quickly put on the golden magic weapon and casually made a gesture for the Thousand Years of Kill.

A lewd smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Hehehe... I'm really looking forward to when this magic weapon will work!"

The Eastern King Duke held the magical weapon crafted by Zhao Gongming, showing obvious delight in it.

At the same time, he refused to leave, insisting on solidifying his friendship with Zhao Gongming.

As the emperor of the Purple Mansion Immortal Court, he could also see the strategic value of these magical treasures.

Just then, with a loud boom, a spatial fluctuation suddenly appeared.

A spatial rift was torn open out of thin air, and then the ancestral witch Dijiang, with his bare upper body and muscular body, revealed his true form.

As soon as Dijiang appeared, before he could even look around, his gaze was fixed on Zhao Gongming.

His face was full of enthusiasm, and even his smile seemed somewhat obsequious.

"Little Zhao, Junior Nephew Zhao, my Brother Zhao, I've thought about it and decided that I should take you to visit the Witch Clan."

"My Pangu Palace is overflowing with treasures; come and take whatever you want!"

"I will definitely treat you well and regard you as a brother!"

Zhao Gongming was about to say a few polite words.

Dijiang's gaze shifted, and he suddenly caught sight of Dongwanggong standing to the side.

Instantly, the smile on Dijiang's face vanished, replaced by an expression as if he had seen a fly.

"Hey, isn't this that sucker?"

Dijiang had the manners of a military general; he spoke bluntly and was quick to curse.

"What are you waiting for, buddy? To eat?"

"Is this a place you can stay?"

"Get lost, don't stop me from catching up with Brother Zhao!"

The Eastern King was in a good mood, but after being scolded like that, he was so angry that his lungs felt like they were going to explode.

"Dijiang, don't be so arrogant!"

"I am here specifically to apologize to my nephew Zhao Gongming; I am an honored guest!"

"What the hell are you yelling about? You think you're so great just because you have a loud voice?"

Upon hearing this, Dijiang immediately burst into laughter, put his hands on his hips, and adopted a roguish expression.

"Hey, you're asking for it, aren't you?"

"Believe it or not, I'll lie down again?"

"I'll make sure you leave with nothing but your underwear, I'll bankrupt you!"

In the past, the Eastern King Duke would have definitely backed down upon hearing this.

but now……

He touched the two gleaming gold finger guards inside his sleeve, and his confidence instantly returned.

"Hmph, what utterly arrogant!"

Dongwanggong sneered, his eyes fixed on Dijiang's lower body with a sinister gaze.

"You think I won't make you walk around clutching your butt the moment you see me again?"

"Let me show you what a withered flower and a fallen willow really mean!"

Dijiang was dumbfounded and scratched his head.

"Covering your butt, what kind of threat is this? Are you trying to ambush me from behind?"

As the two clashed, the tension between them grew increasingly palpable.

Zhao Gongming quickly stepped forward and anxiously tried to mediate the fight.

"Seniors, calm down, calm down!"

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

Although he shouted that, his hands betrayed him completely.

A top-quality photo stone has been held high, and the best shooting angle has been found.

"Hmph, since you're courting death, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Dijiang snorted coldly and reached for the tattered stretcher, preparing to repeat his old trick.

However, the Eastern King Duke acted even faster than him!

"Too late, take this!"

The Eastern King Duke then formed a hand seal with his ten fingers interlaced.

He left only his index and middle fingers out, joined together, and struck the classic "Thousand Years of Death" hand gesture.

Immediately afterwards, a lewd and perverted look appeared on his face.

With a smile powerful enough to stop a child from crying, he gathered his strength in his dantian and roared loudly.

"I will—"

"A mud dragon enters the sea!!!"

Dijiang looked completely bewildered as the Eastern King Duke suddenly began to perform a strange ritual that resembled a shamanistic dance.

"Has the Eastern King Duke lost his mind?"

"I thought I was just not very bright, but I didn't expect that Dong Wang Gong would be my worst friend."

"What do you mean by 'mud dragon entering the sea'? What is all this nonsense?!"

Unexpectedly, a spatial fluctuation suddenly emerged from the fingertip of the Eastern King Duke.

Dijiang is the ancestral witch of space, and is extremely sensitive to spatial fluctuations.

Even so, this did not arouse Dijiang's interest in defense.

He even wore a mocking smile and snorted twice.

"Are you out of your mind? I am Dijiang, the Ancestral Witch of Space."

"Trying to use spatial magic in front of me? That's utterly audacious!"

"In the primordial world, I am the first to master the laws of space; you must have lost your mind..."

Before Dijiang could finish speaking, he felt a chill run down his spine from behind!

An unavoidable causal attack suddenly locked onto his back.

"Wait, something's wrong!" (Accompanied by Bao Ge's emoji, brothers, post your pictures)

Dijiang had already realized the seriousness of the problem and was just about to dodge when...

A dull but quite crisp sound of flesh being pierced suddenly rang out.

The figure of the Eastern King Duke suddenly appeared behind Dijiang.

The golden magic weapon on his fingertip unleashed a sharp, all-encompassing power.

They precisely and fiercely stormed into Dijiang's indescribable location.

"Ah!!!" (Image of Tom wailing)

A wave of pain spread throughout his body, shooting straight to the top of his head, causing Dijiang to tremble all over.

His already dark face instantly turned liver-colored, and then purplish-red.

Instant red temperature!

"Ahhhhh!"

Dijiang let out an extremely shrill scream.

He felt as if he were on a rocket, taking off from the spot and soaring hundreds of feet into the sky.

then.

Pfft!

He fell heavily to the ground, clutching his buttocks tightly with both hands, curling up like a shrimp.

"It hurts, it hurts so much!"

"My butt is split, it's split open!"

Dijiang trembled all over, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and tears and snot streamed down his face. He looked utterly miserable.

This is a critical strike of a conceptual level, ignoring the physical defense of the Ancestral Witch!

Dongwanggong stood still, blew non-existent dust off his fingers, struck an extremely pretentious pose, and sneered.

"snort!"

"You tried to scam me out of my money!"

"Was it good? Was it intense enough?"

Just then.

hum!

Space fluctuated again.

Emperor Jun, dressed in a golden crow imperial robe, walked out with a face full of enthusiasm.

"Young friend Zhao, I've made up my mind. Let's go to the Demon Court now..."

Before he could finish speaking, Di Jun saw the bizarre scene before him.

Dijiang was lying on the ground, clutching his buttocks and groaning.

Standing beside him was the Eastern King Duke, who had an arrogant expression and wore gold finger gloves.

And not far away, Zhao Gongming was watching the commotion while holding up a photo stone.

Di Jun was stunned for a moment, then looked at the finger glove on Dong Wang Gong's hand that was emitting a strange fluctuation, and suddenly realized.

"This...this is a magical treasure that Dongwanggong also obtained from Zhao Gongming!"

"And judging from Dijiang's miserable state... this magic weapon is quite powerful!"

While Di Jun was still analyzing the situation.

Having just regained his footing, Dong Wanggong was brimming with confidence.

She suddenly turned her head, her murderous eyes fixed on Di Jun.

He quickly approached Di Jun, his hands forming that familiar gesture, a lewd smile on his face.

"Hey, isn't this Di Jun?"

"You had a lot of fun playing just now, didn't you?"

"Come, come, let me loosen the soil for you too!"

"So your name is Di Jun?!"