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

The Queen Mother of the West held the microphone, her hands trembling.

"Is this... going to do a rap?"

Zhen Yuanzi held the cloth shoes, his face twitching.

"This humble Taoist...would you like to ask if I bring a party?"

Looking at that dress, Bai Ze felt as if the sky was about to fall.

"I am an auspicious beast, a symbol of wisdom... I want to become a muscular Barbie?"

This was a devastating blow to their Daoist beliefs!

However, just as they were hesitating...

Suddenly, that familiar, blood pressure-raising background music drifted from the distant sky.

Last night I lost to a wheelchair on Mount Akina~~

Dijiang's arrogant laughter drifted on the wind.

"Hahaha, who else, who can catch up with me?!"

Upon hearing this voice, the hesitation in the eyes of the four powerful figures vanished instantly.

Instead, there was overwhelming rage and a thirst for revenge.

"Bang!"

Zhen Yuanzi was the first to lose his temper and slammed his fist on the table.

He grabbed the size 45 cloth shoe and roared through gritted teeth.

"Let's do it! Saving face is nothing!"

"If I don't slap Dijiang's face until it's swollen today, I'm not Zhen Yuanzi!"

The Queen Mother of the West also put on sunglasses, grabbed a microphone, and looked menacing.

"Thunder, huh? Go ahead and shout it!"

Bai Ze took a deep breath and solemnly picked up the dress.

"For revenge... I'd even cross-dress!"

"Teijiang, prepare to die!"

They watched as the four peak Quasi-Saints pounced on their prey like hungry tigers.

Holding the newly forged magic weapon, they soared into the sky.

Zhao Gongming nodded in satisfaction and adjusted the angle of the recliner.

Finding the most comfortable position, holding a handful of sunflower seeds, I looked up at the sky as if watching a blockbuster movie.

"The show is about to begin!"

……

Above the clouds, Dijiang is riding a wheelchair, humming a little tune.

They were preparing to purchase goods from the next victim.

Suddenly, whoosh!

Four streaks of light blocked their path.

Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun exchanged a glance, truly living up to their reputation as inseparable brothers.

The two, with remarkable coordination, took the initiative and stood in front of Dijiang.

Hongyun Laozu pointed at Dijiang and angrily recounted his crimes.

"Dijiang, you've finally met your match!"

"For the past few months, you've been riding around in your broken wheelchair and carrying a tattered stretcher, making a complete mess of the place!"

"They cheated me out of my ginseng fruit, they cheated the Queen Mother of the West out of her peaches of immortality, and they even cheated Bai Ze out of his feathers!"

"You are a disgrace to the world! Today, we will act on behalf of Heaven to uphold justice!"

Despite being surrounded by the crowd, Dijiang remained completely calm.

He sat in his wheelchair, even crossing his legs.

He picked at his ear with a roguish grin and said with a straight face.

"Pshaw, you guys don't know anything!"

"I call this making good use of the rules of magical artifacts. Aren't magical artifacts meant to be used, after all?"

"Why should I return what I obtained through my own skill?"

As he spoke, Dijiang gripped the handlebars, making a drifting motion, and arrogantly provoked.

"You want to arrest me? You'll extort money from me, then run away, and come back to extort money from me again. What can you do about it?"

"Come and hit me, you idiot!"

Upon hearing this, Hongyun was so angry that she laughed instead and snorted coldly.

"Hmph, such an outrageous request... I've never seen anything like it in my entire life!"

"Since you want to play, then this humble Taoist will play a big game with you!"

Swish!

Without hesitation, Hongyun summoned the immobilization talisman with the comical expression drawn on it.

"Certainly!"

Hongyun shouted, and the talisman instantly transformed into a golden light, sticking to Dijiang's forehead.

hum!

Concept-level hard-control engine!

Dijiang's drifting motion froze instantly, and he and his wheelchair were stuck in place.

Immediately afterwards, the side effects kicked in, mimicking the action!

Hongyun took a deep breath, determined to seek revenge.

He suddenly squatted down, spread his legs apart, and placed his fists on his knees.

With his facial muscles tensed, he adopted a down-to-earth squatting posture for defecating!

At the same time, they are guided by the laws.

Dijiang, on the other side, was also suddenly ejected from his wheelchair.

She struck the exact same pose as Hongyun!

Two powerful beings at the peak of the Quasi-Saint level.

And so, under the watchful eyes of the world, face to face, crouching on the cloud.

It was as if a sacred excretion ritual was being performed.

Silence. The entire room was deathly still.

"Pfft, hahaha!"

Xuan Du, Guang Chengzi, and the others watching from below burst into laughter, clutching their stomachs and tears streaming down their faces.

"Quick, record it!"

"This is too precious! The Ancestral Witch and the Ancestor are taking a dump online!"

"That pose...it's too perfect, too sexy!"

Countless photographic stones shimmered, recording this dark history worthy of being recorded in the annals of time.

At this moment, Dijiang was completely dumbfounded.

"What...what's going on?!"

"Why can't I move? Why do I have to squat?!"

He caught a glimpse of it and saw it in the courtyard below.

Zhao Gongming was waving and smiling at him.

Dijiang's heart skipped a beat; he knew something was wrong.

"Damn it, these old schemers... do they have abstract magic weapons too?!"

"Zhao Gongming, you two-timing merchant of magical artifacts!"

Just as Dijiang was roaring in his heart.

Zhen Yuanzi strode up with an air of utter disdain, looking utterly satisfied.

He looked at Dijiang, who was squatting on the ground, and sneered.

"Dijiang, I can finally vent my pent-up resentment!"

"Weren't you all so cocky just now? Weren't you all puffed up with bravado?"

"Why aren't you awesome anymore? Keep running, keep drifting!"

Dijiang was trapped and unable to speak.

All they could do was maintain that shameful pose and bombard the audience with their eyes.

You wait, wait until I'm done pooping... no, wait until I'm free!

"Hmph, you dare glare at me?"

Zhen Yuanzi flipped his hand over.

A pair of black, size 45 cloth shoes with a tightly stitched sole appeared in my hand.

The moment Dijiang saw the shoe, an extremely bad premonition welled up in his heart.

Just then, Zhao Gongming below very cooperatively picked up the megaphone and began to sing the background music with deep emotion.

"I want to escape so badly, but I can't..."

"It's the most painful ordeal~~~"

In this mournful song.

Zhen Yuanzi took a deep breath, struck a bold pose, swung his arm, and roared.

"Hey buddy, wow, do my sweaty feet look impressive?!"

Snapped! ! !

A crisp, loud slap echoed through the sky.

The size 45 cloth shoe landed squarely on Dijiang's face.

Instantly, a clearly visible, red, swollen shoe print appeared.

"Hmm!"

Dijiang was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face, but he remained in the squatting position, unable to move.

"Will you bring a pie or not?!"

"Snapped!"

"Wasn't it great?!"

"Snapped!"

Zhen Yuanzi unleashed a barrage of attacks from both hands.

Poor Dijiang, the dignified head of the ancestral witches.

He was tortured like this, his face was slapped until it was swollen and turned into a pig's head.

It lasted a full fifteen minutes.

Zhen Yuanzi finally vented his anger and stopped, panting heavily.

He winked at Hongyun: "Brother, let go."

Hongyun nodded and put away the talisman.

The moment the restraints were released, Dijiang did not launch a sudden counterattack.

Pfft!

His legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground, covering his head with his hands, completely subdued.

"Brothers, everyone, I was wrong!"