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

Di Jun wore the red boxing gloves, feeling the one-punch KO rule contained within them.

He was as excited as a 300-pound child who had just received a new toy.

"An offensive magic weapon! Finally, an offensive magic weapon!"

"I no longer have to just get beaten up and complain about how great it felt!"

In a flash, he darted directly to the side of the Styx Ancestor, rubbing his hands together and saying with an expectant look on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Styx, Fellow Daoist Styx!"

"Look, you've been playing for so long, your voice must be hoarse by now!"

"How about... I also play with Dijiang?"

"I've acquired a new treasure, and I'm itching to get my hands on it!"

The Styx Ancestor, whose mouth was dry from shouting, lit up upon hearing this.

"Yes, yes!"

"It's a good opportunity for me to recover my magical power, since I'm currently trying to control a peak Quasi-Saint."

"This is really exhausting; my throat is practically burning."

Without saying a word, Styx took the Book of Tieba and stepped aside to watch the show.

As the power of the laws dissipated.

Having just regained his freedom, Dijiang was filled with grief and indignation. He pointed at the two treacherous bastards and cursed them loudly.

"You beast!"

"You two are absolutely fucking animals!"

"A relentless barrage of attacks?! Have you no shame?!"

Despite his cursing, Dijiang was quick to act, flashing as he prepared to use his spatial magic to escape.

However, Di Jun had already anticipated this move.

"Trying to run? Have you even asked my fists first?!"

Di Jun excitedly raised his fists and assumed a fighting stance.

Just then, the space around Zhao Gongming below rippled, and Lu Ya revealed his figure.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Zhao!"

Lu Ya greeted him politely, then said somewhat anxiously.

"Senior brother, my mother just sent me a telepathic message saying that she made something delicious at home and that my father should hurry back for dinner."

"Is my father still... exchanging pleasantries with Uncle Dijiang?"

Zhao Gongming, his face beaming with excitement, pointed to the sky.

"There he is, your father is demonstrating the pinnacle of martial arts!"

Lu Ya had just looked up when he saw a dynamic and rhythmic background music suddenly erupt from Di Jun's body.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Accompanied by the drumbeats, Dijun began to shake his head wildly from side to side.

He kept hopping around at a high frequency, like someone with ADHD.

At the same time, he focused his energy and loudly recited the incredibly embarrassing lines in standard, magnetic Mandarin.

"My first time fighting in Southeast Asia in 1974, and I won the championship!"

"In 1980, we defeated the Japanese heavy artilleryman, Rairyu!"

"Following up his three-year winning streak of Japanese karate masters, he ascended to the All-Japan Kickboxing Championship!"

"Ghost Boy Da, the sole inheritor of the ancient primordial fist technique, is known as the nemesis of karate and nicknamed the Devil Muscle Man!!!"

Lu Ya: "..."

Lu Ya's mouth dropped open, and the communication jade slip in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

Dijiang on the other side was completely dumbfounded, staring at Dijun who was bouncing around like a spring, his mind filled with question marks.

"What the hell is this thing?"

"Is he some kind of chicken-neck monster? His neck is so flexible!"

"If you're going to fight, then fight. Why are you bringing up a resume? Who asked you?"

However, the next moment, before Dijiang could finish his rant...

Di Jun's figure vanished instantly, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Di Jiang.

"Take this punch from me!"

boom!

A simple, unadorned punch landed precisely on Dijiang's face.

boom!

An irresistible, dizzying force erupted instantly.

Before Dijiang could even let out a scream, his eyes rolled back and he fell straight backward.

Pfft!

Dijiang fell to the ground, instantly losing consciousness, and began to snore evenly, sleeping soundly.

One punch KO!

Zhao Gongming, watching this scene from below, couldn't help but complain.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

"The deceased was in stable condition and slept peacefully."

"It seems that the force of that punch was indeed powerful."

Di Jun looked at Di Jiang, who was lying on the ground, and excitedly waved his fist.

"I've won! I've won!"

"This magic weapon is so useful! From now on, if anyone dares to raise their voice at me, I'll just punch them to help them fall asleep!"

Just then, a gloating laugh suddenly came from the void.

"Hehehe...Brilliant, truly brilliant!"

Then, the Eastern King emerged from the shadows, holding half-eaten melon seeds in his hand, and smiled happily.

"Watching the show and gossiping is so much fun!"

"I never thought Dijiang would end up like this. Serves him right!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, two icy, piercing gazes locked onto him.

The Styx Ancestor and Di Jun, who had just finished his punch, turned their heads at the same time and stared intently at the Eastern King Duke.

That look in his eyes was as if he were looking at the next victim.

The Eastern King's smile froze on his face. He swallowed hard and subconsciously took two steps back.

"Um...that..."

"Fellow Daoists, let's talk this out."

"I was just watching the show, that's all."

"You guys...you don't really have to hit me, do you?"

The Styx Ancestor sneered, his killing intent palpable.

"Watching a play?"

"I'm hitting you because I want you to watch the show!"

Just as Styx was about to unleash the Book of Tieba to deliver a quick blow to him.

Unexpectedly, the Eastern King Duke was even faster!

He had anticipated this move!

"Trying to scheme against me? No way!"

The Eastern King Duke formed a hand seal, and his face instantly revealed that signature lewd smile as he shouted.

"Secret Technique, Thousand-Year Kill, Mud Dragon Enters the Sea!!"

hum!

With a flash of spatial fluctuation, Dong Wanggong instantly appeared behind Minghe.

The golden fingertip, with its indestructible sharpness, pierced directly into the Styx's indescribable part!

"Aww!!!"

The Styx Ancestor let out a shrill scream, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

His legs trembled violently on the spot, and the book of Tieba in his hand fell to the ground.

He collapsed to the ground, clutching his buttocks, utterly powerless to resist.

"Despicable...despicable..."

Styx gasped in pain, and Dijun, who was standing nearby, broke out in a cold sweat when he saw this.

"Holy crap, these finger cots are so insidious!"

"If I were to be stabbed even once, my lifelong reputation would be ruined. It's best to strike first!"

Di Jun quickly shook his head again and recited his lines at an extremely fast pace.

"...Demon Muscle Man!!"

Swish!

He teleported to Dong Wanggong's side and, while Dong Wanggong was still posing and showing off, punched him directly in the face.

boom!

The Eastern King's eyes rolled back, and before he could even scream, he fainted and collapsed beside the River Styx.

The entire hall fell silent instantly. Zhao Gongming looked at the scene before him and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

"Two people were lying unconscious on the ground, and one of them was clutching his buttocks and trembling all over."

"Only Uncle-Master Dijun stands tall and proud, towering above all others!"

Di Jun stood in the center of the arena, looking at his opponents lying on the ground, a victor's smile on his face, and straightened his hair.

"Hmph, utterly pathetic!"

"It seems... I have won?"

However, at this moment, the Styx Ancestor, who was trembling on the ground, struggled to raise his head and glanced at the smug Emperor Jun.

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

"Win? Dream on!"

"If I, your ancestor, am not having an easy time, you won't be either!"

With his last bit of strength, Styx tapped the Book of Tieba that had fallen to the ground.

Facing Di Jun, she weakly but firmly uttered a single word.

"win!"

hum!

The law took effect, and immediately afterward, the Styx River suffered a backlash, trembling as it self-destructed.

"Back then, when he used spatial teleportation to steal Dijiang's breakfast... it was Sun Xiaochuan who did it..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Di Jun, who was still posing, suddenly stiffened.

The next moment, he suddenly raised his hands high, a bright smile appeared on his face, and began to jump and sway wildly in place.

He was singing loudly and uncontrollably.

"You came from Dandong in exchange for a city of snow-white beauty for me."

I want to eat Cantonese food~~

Those mesmerizing dance moves and off-key singing instantly shattered the atmosphere of victory.

Lu Ya looked at his father, who was performing the general's dance, silently covered his face, and turned to leave.

"I don't know him... I don't know him..."

Looking at the mess and the chaotic scene of demons dancing wildly, Zhao Gongming couldn't help but sigh from the depths of his soul.

"So this is the end of the Lich King's Cataclysm..."

"Some are dizzy, some are in pain, and some are dancing."

"There are no winners, everyone's just going to die!"

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