124: The true strength of a cultivator!

"Good."

Chen Heng nodded, accepting the task.

"Little Friend Bai Jun, this is the most outstanding young Prodigy of our Five Spirits Gang. I'm sure you two will have a lot in common."

Gou Longxun walked over to Bai Jun, cheerfully bringing Chen Heng along, and patted Chen Heng's shoulder.

"Chen Heng." Chen Heng directly stated his name, without any extra pleasantries.

In Chen Heng's view, the worth of this so-called cultivator was unknown, so there was no need to show him much respect.

Besides, it was still uncertain who would be whose opponent.

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Chen." Bai Jun, however, was different. Although he wasn't particularly fond of Chen Heng either, he still bowed.

"Haha, us two old men won't disturb you any longer here."

Gou Longxun stroked his beard and pulled Qi Longhu, intending to leave.

"I heard you're a cultivator?" Chen Heng didn't like playing games; being direct was his nature.

"That's right, I am a Disciple of Grand Elder Qiu Yongling of the True Immortal Sect."

Bai Jun frowned, sensing that Chen Heng wasn't very friendly towards him.

"How strong are you? Don't drag us down when the time comes."

Chen Heng looked Bai Jun up and down, feeling a bit suspicious of his slender arms and legs.

"What, Fellow Daoist Chen has no confidence in my strength?" Bai Jun raised an eyebrow, his temper starting to flare.

He was, after all, only a fifteen-year-old boy, at his most confident age.

To have someone doubt his strength at this time was certainly very displeasing.

"You seem quite young. Is cultivation that simple?" Chen Heng continued to provoke him, intending to spar with Bai Jun.

It would be best if he could force him to use his full strength, so he could arrange his position when the Ghost Corpse Temple attacked.

Chen Heng had already decided that he would deal with the main force of the Ghost Corpse Temple.

The remaining weaklings and zombie ghouls would be left to Gou Longxun and the others.

When Chen Heng went all out, he definitely wouldn't be able to look after the safety of his family in the city, so someone had to defend the city.

As for Bai Jun, whether he would follow him or defend the city would depend on his strength.

In fact, Chen Heng was feeling a bit overconfident now, as no one had been able to force him to use his full strength yet.

No, let alone forcing out his full strength, they couldn't even break his golden patterns.

"Hehe, can a Mortal martial artist doubt my strength?"

Bai Jun was still young; Chen Heng's few words had thoroughly angered him.

"It seems you look down on Mortal martial artists quite a bit." Chen Heng was very satisfied with Bai Jun's reaction and took off his long gown.

"What, you want to spar?"

Bai Jun also drew his long sword, pointing it at Chen Heng.

"Come on, let me see what you're made of."

Chen Heng didn't fully unleash his muscles; he was afraid he might accidentally kill Bai Jun with one punch.

Chen Heng still had to give Gou Longxun some Face; he was nominally his subordinate.

"Good! Then I'll let you witness the difference between a cultivator and a Mortal martial artist!"

With that, Bai Jun's long sword danced in his hand, stabbing towards Chen Heng.

Clang!

Chen Heng pinched the long sword in Bai Jun's hand with two fingers and pointed outside the main hall.

"Don't fight here. If you break things, will you pay for them?"

After speaking, Chen Heng flashed to Bai Jun's side and grabbed his collar.

With a whoosh, Bai Jun flew out, heading straight for the Martial Arts Training Hall.

Every branch of the Five Spirits Gang had a Martial Arts Training Hall, and the Headquarters was no exception.

In mid-air, Bai Jun's feet slowly stood, and he floated there.

"Indeed, he is a cultivator." Chen Heng's eyes lit up; he wanted to challenge this kind of opponent.

Ordinary martial artists could no longer give him pressure; only these extraordinary individuals could make him feel a bit of a fight.

"You are very strong."

Bai Jun's expression was grave. He hadn't expected this Mortal martial artist to be such a Prodigy.

Although he hadn't used spiritual power in that sword strike just now, it was not something a Physical Body could withstand.

Even demons would turn to ashes with that strike.

"Is this person a monster?"

"Although the power is decent, if you only have this much strength, then I won't let you drag me down."

Chen Heng looked up at Bai Jun, the corners of his mouth slightly curved.

"Then I'll let you see!" How could a fifteen-year-old boy like Bai Jun withstand such provocation? His blood immediately rushed to his head.

"Metal Thunder! Water Thunder! Wood Thunder! Earth Thunder!"

Four Talismans were drawn simultaneously, and the startling swan sword cut the four Talismans in half.

Four colored bolts of lightning, each thicker than the previous one, blasted towards Chen Heng.

The might was terrifying, like the power of heaven!

But Chen Heng still didn't dodge, opening his arms and meeting the four colored bolts of lightning with his chest.

Boom boom boom boom!

The power of these four Thunder Techniques directly blew off the roof of the Martial Arts Training Hall, and thick smoke billowed out.

Gou Longxun and Qi Longhu, who were hiding nearby, peeking at the two, broke into a cold sweat for Chen Heng.

If Thunder Techniques of this power had landed on them, they would probably have been reduced to charcoal by now.

"Chen Heng... he should be fine, right?" Gou Longxun, in the Xiantian Realm, swallowed hard.

Although he knew the difference between cultivators and Mortal martial artists, he hadn't expected it to be so vast.

Even a fifteen-year-old boy was so powerful.

"He should be fine. I've never seen that kid Chen Heng get hurt before."

Qi Longhu was also a bit worried about Chen Heng's safety, but he still had full confidence in him.