The moment he opened his eyes, he was completely disoriented!
Looking at his underlings, each of them looked disheveled, with dirt all over their bodies!
"What happened to you? Did you fall into a cesspool?"
Park Seung-il frowned, pinched his nose, and yelled at his underlings.
Those soldiers were cursing his ancestors in their hearts. He was the one who was spouting nonsense everywhere, and now he's putting on airs here!
That's fucking amazing!
Is there no justice left in the world?!
Under the influence of Park Seung-il's tyranny, the underlings dared not speak out and began to clean up the traces at the scene!
"Hmph! A bunch of useless trash!" Park Seung-il snorted coldly and muttered under his breath.
Suddenly a cold wind swept in, bringing a chill to my crotch; the wind made my anus feel cold!
Sibale!
Park Il-sung's eyes widened like saucers!
A bad thought suddenly rose in his mind. He remembered what had just happened. He thought he had diarrhea, but now he didn't feel anything.
He lowered his head slowly, feeling a little uneasy.
"Ah, damn it!"
Park Il-sung immediately closed his eyes, unable to bear looking at his crotch! When had his leather pants been pulled down to his knees? His thighs were now covered in excrement, and a stench assaulted his very senses!
He clenched his fists tightly, his face flushed with embarrassment. No wonder his underlings looked at him so strangely!
He turned his head and saw Ling Feng covering his mouth and snickering in the distance, and immediately flew into a rage!
He pointed at Ling Feng and roared hysterically:
"You bastard, it must have been you who did this!"
Ling Feng composed himself and said calmly:
"Hey Puzi, don't get agitated. Put your pants back on first, or you'll infect innocent people. This condition is going to last for several more days!"
Park Il-sung's expression changed upon hearing this!
His henchmen acted swiftly to distance themselves from him, especially those who had just been attacked, who ran far away!
When he looked down at himself, his eyes seemed to carry a hint of disdain and mockery!
"You bastard, I'll definitely kill you! *splatter splatter splatter*...!"
here we go again!
Park Sung-il sighed inwardly. Just now, without him noticing, the people behind him had suffered again!
Ignoring the filth and stench of his pants, he endured the discomfort and hastily put them on.
He looked at Ling Feng, who had been mocking him, his eyes filled with intense killing intent. He moved swiftly and charged directly towards Ling Feng's position!
Ling Feng's expression changed upon seeing this! He hurriedly shouted:
"Don't come any closer!!!" Park Seung-il was now covered in feces, practically a walking biological weapon. Who would dare approach him even a fraction of an inch!
Even Ling Feng was terrified when he saw it!
Seeing the fear on Ling Feng's face, Park Yisheng sneered and said with a cruel expression:
"Now you're scared? You're done for. I'll show you the power of being number one in the world!"
Ling Feng frowned, enduring the discomfort, and launched a mental attack!
Park Seung-il's face stiffened!
My body has become completely still and is firmly controlled. I can only speak and breathe, and... well, my stomach is churning!
"What kind of superpower is this! Is this all you know how to do?!" Park Yisheng looked at Ling Feng with a cold expression and said viciously.
Despite Park Yisheng's insults, Ling Feng still wore a smile. He wasn't done playing yet; the next part of the story was even more exciting. Bringing this guy back might just make him so angry he'd die!
"You insult me because you don't understand me at all. If you did, you'd want to hit me!"
Ling Feng directly used his mental power to control Park Yisheng's body, causing his entire body to be at a ninety-degree angle.
Ling Feng lightly tapped Park Yisheng's pants, and the upper part of the pants instantly ripped into pieces!
Ling Feng quickly manipulated Park Yisheng's body, making him face away from his younger brother.
"What do you think you're doing? You fucking idiot, are you even human? Do something human!"
Park Seung-il's face was filled with shock; he seemed to understand what Ling Feng was planning to do!
Is this something a human being could think of? It's like throwing your face into a cesspool and rubbing it hard!
Park Il-sung's underlings all changed their expressions drastically when they saw their boss's backside facing them!
Immediately, someone knelt down and begged for mercy!
"No, please, Holy Lord, stop spraying! I can't take it anymore!"
"I couldn't take it anymore, so I just wore a clean set of clothes!"
"Your Majesty, could you at least find a plug to block it?"
...
Everyone begged Park Seung-il for mercy, no longer as silent as before. Encouraged by Ling Feng, they dared to speak up!
Park Il's face turned ashen with anger. He had completely lost face and could never get it back in this lifetime!
Ling Feng checked the time. The effects of the medicine were about to kick in. What he had just experienced was only the first wave of the attack. The second wave was just beginning!
"Are you ready?" Ling Feng asked Park Seung-il with a serious expression.
"I'm ready for you to #*##**!"
Park Yisheng immediately launched into a tirade of profanities at Ling Feng, unleashing every single curse word he could think of.
Ling Feng threw a handful of pills directly into his mouth, forcing him to swallow them.
"What did you give me to eat?" Park Seung-il looked at Ling Feng with a look of horror.
No sooner had he finished speaking than he felt a sudden, excruciating pain in his stomach, accompanied by a churning sound from within!
"I can't hold back anymore... Oh!"
Park Seung-il gritted his teeth, but finally couldn't hold back any longer, and a stream of golden liquid carrying immense power gushed out!
Immediately afterwards, gasps of surprise and even curses erupted from the crowd.
"I fucking can't take it anymore, I want to go back to China, I don't want to stay here!"
"The Holy Lord keeps bombarding us; we really can't take it anymore!"
"It's like a machine gun, it never stops!"
"How much poop is in his stomach? People are made of water, but I think he's made of shit!"
...
A young-looking Saint-level expert suddenly stepped forward from the crowd and spoke indignantly to the other three Saint-level ability users:
"This was all the work of that Chinese man. I must join forces to save the Holy Lord!"
The other three exchanged glances but remained silent.
Seeing that the others remained silent, the young man said with a hint of anger:
"Why aren't you saying anything? Do you intend to stand by and watch us die? Have you forgotten the Holy Lord's nurturing of you?!"
One of the Saint-level beings couldn't hold back any longer and immediately stood up and said:
"It's not that we don't want to save him, but look at the Holy Lord, a powerful Emperor-level expert, being played like a child. Do you think we're a match for him? The few of us going would just be throwing our lives away; it would be completely pointless!"
“That’s right, think about yourself. If you die, no one will avenge you!” another Saint-level expert said.
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