Mengwu Liangqiang nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes!" He thought to himself, Once I recover, who cares about your damned gentlemanly demeanor? I'll crush you in a second. Of course, you will be forever engraved in my memory too, you idiot will serve as the most idiotic example to educate future generations of the Shenri Clan!

"That argument has some merit; I shall grant you one more display of gentlemanly conduct!" Jun Moxie snorted, waving his hand with a cordial smile, and bellowed, "Send another one!"

With a thunderous roar, a bolt of violet lightning plummeted from the heavens, striking the immobilized Mengwu Liangqiang squarely on target. The sheer force sent his entire body leaping off the ground, tumbling several times before he lay sprawled, smoke curling from his body.

"What is this? The lightning tribulation—could it be? Could it be that you orchestrated all of this?" Mengwu Liangqiang suddenly spewed a puff of black smoke, roaring out in utter despair.

"The mighty expert from the Alien Race is too complimentary," Jun Moxie chuckled, "What you just witnessed was the unique gentlemanly conduct of yours truly, which has evidently overwhelmed you. How was the taste of my Jun Moxie-style gentlemanly conduct? Was it pleasant?"

"I... I... I genuinely thought it was the Heavenly Tribulation just now... So..." Mengwu Liangqiang was overcome with grief.

The opponent, by some unknown means, could wield lightning using mere human power. If he had known earlier that everything was man-made, he could have evaded it. Instead, the fool had stubbornly endured it all head-on, leading directly to the current state where the ocean of power within his body had vanished, leaving him completely defenseless—a lamb awaiting slaughter...

"I hate this! I hate this so much... Shenri Ah," Mengwu Liangqiang cried out toward the sky, tears unable to fall.

The feeling of being manipulated by man, like meat upon the blade, was undoubtedly unbearable, especially for a super-expert like Mengwu Liangqiang! And the fact that this outcome was caused by his own foolishness made it even more tragic...

"You hate it? Hate your grandmother's leg!" Jun Moxie roared. With a clang, the Blood of Yan Huang shot out, accompanied by a cheerful sword hum, soaring toward Mengwu Liangqiang.

"Wait! Jun Moxie, you are one of the foremost experts on the Xuanxuan Continent; you should possess the demeanor of a strong practitioner! Grant me time to recover, and we shall fight to the death, yes?" Mengwu Liangqiang shrieked in terror.

"Pah! Give you a chance to recover?! Do you think I’m as foolish as you?" Jun Moxie waved his hand, urging the Blood of Yan Huang to quicken its pace.

The Blood of Yan Huang whooshed, plunging straight into Mengwu Liangqiang's lower abdomen like a nail driven into an immobile stake...

Mengwu Liangqiang let out a great shout, desperately trying to self-detonate in a final bid for mutual annihilation. However, he sorrowfully discovered that the moment the sword pierced his Dantian, he had lost even the ability to self-destruct. He let out a long sigh before his eyes snapped wide open, mumbling incoherently...

Although Jun Moxie could not understand the alien tongue he was sputtering, he knew without translation that the man was cursing him in his native dialect. Jun Moxie curled his lip, ignoring him completely, and shot off toward the battle raging hundreds of miles away between the Fourteenth Young Master of Jiuyou and Kameida Danteng.

All that remained on this side was a colossal, bottomless crater. In the very center of the pit lay a completely charred mighty expert, motionless, with a shining long sword sticking upright in his lower abdomen, scattering myriad sword lights in wanton torment...

Over there, the other two supreme experts were locked in a ferocious, red-hot battle!

Due to a miscalculation and the considerable gap in cultivation level separating him from the Fourteenth Young Master of Jiuyou, Kameida Danteng had been suppressed and beaten relentlessly from the start, leaving him in a miserable state.

Several times, he craned his neck, hoping Mengwu Liangqiang would arrive to support him, but the man never came. It was precisely this distraction that prevented him from focusing entirely, making his situation even more precarious.

After clinging on desperately, he finally saw a figure flying swiftly toward him from that direction. Before he could feel overwhelming joy, he instantly plummeted into an ice cave, his entire body turning icy cold!

Because the person approaching was that young whippersnapper, Jun Moxie!

But how could it be Jun Moxie? Why was it Jun Moxie?

At that moment, the wretched Kameida Danteng felt like he was on the verge of collapse! He felt a cold, gripping pain deep in his groin... For the first time in his life, Kameida Danteng experienced what it truly meant to have 'testicular pain'...

In contrast, the Fourteenth Young Master of Jiuyou remained vibrant and spirited, his entire body enveloped in surging Jiuyou Demonic Qi. He weaved unpredictably—east, west, front, back—sweeping across the entire battlefield in a dense, black fog, attacking with unrestrained power!

"Why?!" Kameida Danteng's voice, filled with grief and indignation, echoed from the dense fog, "Jun Moxie! Why is it you who came here! Where is Lord Mengwu? How is he?"

"Your Lord Mengwu has already gone to the world of the departed, Liangqiang!" Jun Moxie grinned wickedly. "Stop shouting pointlessly; even if you scream until your throat breaks, it won't matter. He isn't coming back..."

"No! No! This is impossible! Lord Mengwu, Lord Mengwu—speak! Please speak!" Kameida Danteng cried out in agony. "How could Lord Mengwu fall? How could you fall... Ahh, my beloved Lord Mengwu..." Upon hearing this, even the usually audacious Jun Moxie and the notoriously fearless Fourteenth Young Master of Jiuyou simultaneously shivered, a sharp chill running through them. Their expressions mirrored each other; every hair on their bodies stood on end, and an overwhelming urge to vomit rose up, seemingly unstoppable.

Kameida Danteng continued to wail wildly, "Lord Mengwu, we swore oaths, we pledged eternal devotion! You promised to be with me until the end of time, unwavering in this commitment, you promised! You said we would never part for all eternity, Lord Mengwu... My husband, my wife, Lord Mengwu..."

Kameida Danteng cried out, alternating between a male voice and a female voice, his cries tragic, heart-wrenching, and tear-inducing. The female voice screamed "My husband," and the male voice wildly shrieked "My wife," their alternating cries echoing through the heavens.

Young Master Jun was struck dumb by this string of sounds, utterly bewildered. Suddenly, sweat broke out all over his body as if three tons of water had been dumped on his head. Even his hair was soaked, and the thirty-six thousand hairs on his body stood straight up, with cold sweat pouring out of his pores like a flood...

Damn it... these two guys are actually...

The legendary, infinitely passionate bromance...

The Fourteenth Young Master of Jiuyou roared, suddenly vanishing and reappearing from a ball of black mist, landing right beside Jun Moxie. Before he could even open his mouth, he spun around and began vomiting loudly...

This was the Fourteenth Young Master of Jiuyou's first-ever bout of vomiting in his life!

He had lived for thousands of years, never experiencing such an emotion before. Yet today, a few simple sentences from this Kameida Danteng had effortlessly shattered his golden facade!

It was simply too... disgusting!

It was believed that if Kameida Danteng had seized this opportunity to launch a vigorous attack, he would surely have gained a significant advantage, perhaps even turning the tide or at least carving out a sliver of survival. Unfortunately, the man named Kameida Danteng was truly a devoted lover!

The black mist churned, and the lovestruck Kameida Danteng rushed out like a whirlwind—his male body vomiting blood, his female form disheveled, his face contorted in agony like a vengeful ghost. Whoosh, he shot in front of Jun Moxie, his voice trembling with extreme rage and indignation as he demanded, "Where is Lord Mengwu? Where is my beloved Lord Mengwu?"

Jun Moxie trembled violently, sweat pouring down him, and then let out a retch, vomiting violently himself. He felt nauseous and churned inside; his defense was utterly shattered because it was just too nauseating...

"Get lost, you bastard!" The Fourteenth Young Master of Jiuyou lifted his head, his composure completely gone, and started cursing vehemently, "Shameless thing! Bastard! Son of a dog..."

He continued to curse non-stop, his face twisting with disgust, while occasionally turning his head to heave a few times...

Thinking about how enthusiastically he had just been landing punches and kicks on this wretch, the Fourteenth Young Master of Jiuyou wished he could chop off his own hands and feet. Heavens above, Earth below, why did he have to be so opportunistic? Why did he have to find an opening in the technique? How could he have touched such a disgusting object...

To be capable of inducing disgust to this extent undoubtedly meant one had reached the absolute pinnacle, mastery, perfection, and effortless control of the art of revulsion...

"Um, are you... are you two lovers?" Jun Moxie asked, his lips slightly pale, finally managing to stammer out the question.

"Nonsense! You harmed my dear Lord Mengwu! I, I, I have lost the will to live! I must fight you to the death! I must kill you!" Kameida Danteng spat vehemently, shouting with absolute, tragic fury.

"But, but all four of your bodies are still connected, how can you be lovers? Even if there were an omnipotent plug, there wouldn't be an omnipotent socket, right?" Jun Moxie racked his brain, unable to fathom how these two alien beings had managed such an impossible feat.

"Idiot, you can't even figure that out?!" Kameida Danteng bellowed like thunder, "Why do you care?! Front, back, line them up, and that’s it!"

Jun Moxie's lips twitched for a moment, and then he finally replied blankly, "I see. That makes sense!"

"Jun Moxie, give me your life!" Kameida Danteng's four crazed eyes simultaneously turned red, "I will avenge my beloved Lord Mengwu!"

The Fourteenth Young Master of Jiuyou’s bones completely dissolved. He quickly flashed aside, saying, "Brother Jun, your strength is profound; no expert under heaven can match you. Leave this fellow to you; this young master truly cannot handle him..."

Normally, facing such an opponent in a one-on-one fight, even Jun Moxie would not willingly interfere if the Fourteenth Young Master of Jiuyou wanted to fight solo. But now, he was voluntarily yielding, even offering such flattering words—this demonstrated the sheer shock Kameida Danteng had inflicted upon him. "You stop right there, I can't handle him either," Jun Moxie quickly tried to push back. But he saw that the Fourteenth Young Master of Jiuyou had already whooshed several hundred zhang away.

Like a stray dog, or a fish escaping a net, he ran at top speed, seemingly even faster than when fleeing for his life before...

"Fourteenth Young Master of Jiuyou, you coward who abandons battle! I despise you, I truly despise you!" Jun Moxie called out in utter anguish.