209: A mouthful of phlegm

Golden Tiger City, in the mountains behind the City Lord's Mansion.

Zhu Ri and Zhu Chang, the siblings, had solemn expressions. Their hearts pounded as they looked at Chen Heng, who was covered in golden patterns, not far away.

Although Zhu Chang's saber strike just now wasn't with her full strength, it wasn't something that could be casually shattered.

Even if a Great Demon of the Demon Lord Realm didn't fully defend, they would at least suffer a cut on their body.

But this man in front of them actually shattered the Saber Aura with a casual flick, which greatly increased the pressure on the siblings.

"Don't just stand there. I said I'd let you have three moves."

Chen Heng directly put down his black fiend blade, revealing his chest.

"Brother, is this guy really from the Human Race?" Zhu Chang's palms were sweating. She had never seen a Human Race member with such a terrifying Physical Body.

Even those Xiantian Realm martial artists would never be able to take that move so effortlessly.

"Don't hold back later. Use the combined technique directly."

Zhu Ri also hadn't expected Chen Heng's body to be so formidable. He was already prepared to sacrifice himself.

The spirit, Qi, and essence of Zhu Ri and Zhu Chang gradually merged into one, and their Aura was astonishing.

"Geng Metal Blade Aura!"

With an angry roar, the siblings simultaneously leaped towards Chen Heng, their long sabers erupting with golden Saber Aura.

"Come!" Chen Heng's eyes lit up. The Geng Metal Qi on the sabers was surprisingly as strong as his own.

Clang!

The siblings' two long sabers, entwined with Geng Metal Qi, struck Chen Heng's body, sending sparks flying.

But Chen Heng didn't even take a step back, still resisting the siblings' attack with only his body.

"First move."

"Retreat!" At Zhu Ri's command, the two lightly stepped on the air and retreated.

"Brother, something's not right. This guy is definitely not from the Human Race!" Zhu Chang felt her scalp tingle as she looked at the unharmed Chen Heng.

After they entered the state of mind-body unity, they could even fight a Demon Saint, but why hadn't this person's skin even broken?

"Do you see the golden patterns on his body surface?" Zhu Ri narrowed his eyes, already discerning the function of the golden patterns on Chen Heng's body.

"Only by breaking through the golden patterns can we hope to injure his Physical Body."

"Don't hold back anymore, attack with full force!"

The Aura of the siblings rose another notch, their white hair fluttering without wind.

"Oh? So you're finally getting serious?" Chen Heng raised an eyebrow, becoming even more eager to see the siblings' performance.

"Divine Tiger Devours the Sun!"

Roar!

A soul-stirring Tiger Roar, even Chen Heng was momentarily dazed.

It was this momentary daze that allowed Zhu Ri and Zhu Chang's long sabers to strike Chen Heng's neck from left and right.

"Break for me!" Zhu Ri's veins bulged on his forehead, clearly using all his strength!

Crack... The first layer of golden patterns on Chen Heng's body actually developed faint cracks, which he himself hadn't expected.

"Break!"

With a crisp sound, the first layer of golden patterns on Chen Heng's body was indeed broken by the siblings.

Then the remaining four layers of golden patterns were revealed... "?" Zhu Ri stared dumbfounded at the golden patterns, one layer broken but four remaining, and his heart immediately sank.

"Very good, you are the first, oh no, the second person who can break through the golden patterns."

Chen Heng was about to say that Zhu Ri was the first to do it, but then he remembered Great God Wutong's punch.

"How is that possible..." Zhu Ri gritted his teeth. That last saber strike was their siblings' full-power attack.

With their current amount of demonic power, they could at most deliver two more strikes.

Even if they delivered both strikes, there would still be three layers left, and the outcome would be the same.

"Why aren't you fighting anymore?" Seeing that Zhu Ri and Zhu Chang had stopped moving, Chen Heng asked with some confusion.

"If it were me, I wouldn't fight either. There's no way to fight." Bai Jun, who was watching from the side, said with a sense of empathy.

"Indeed, Master's strength is beyond their imagination."

As Chen Heng's top admirer, the Snake Demon Lord naturally had full confidence in Chen Heng.

"Even if His Majesty the Demon Emperor came, he would be no match for Master!"

"Again!" The warlike gene within Zhu Ri was perfectly ignited by Chen Heng. He raised his long saber and charged forward again.

"Divine Tiger Devours the Sun!"

Zhu Ri squeezed out the last bit of demonic power from his body, and a white tiger phantom appeared behind him.

This time, Chen Heng didn't directly use his body to block, but instead reached out and directly grabbed the siblings' long sabers.

"What?" Zhu Chang exclaimed in surprise.

"That's the third move. It's my turn now." Chen Heng took a deep breath, activating his Lung Metal Internal Qi.

"Hmph! Ptooey!"

A mouthful of old phlegm (crossed out), a mouthful of Geng Metal Qi was sprayed out by Chen Heng, landing directly on Zhu Chang's chest.

Zhu Chang was directly knocked unconscious by this mouthful of old phlegm, flying backward with disheveled hair.

"Seven Mansions Divine Saber, Kui Sha."

Casually picking up the black fiend blade from the ground, Chen Heng swung a saber strike at will.

He certainly couldn't use too much force. Chen Heng still planned to take these two white tigers home to guard his house.

Other people's doorways have stone lions, but his doorway would have two Demon Lords.

Tsk, just thinking about it felt good.

Zhu Ri used all his strength to block this saber strike, but Chen Heng's casual strike was not something he could block.

With a crunch, the long saber in Zhu Ri's hand directly turned into fragments, and the accompanying Geng Metal Blade Aura also landed on his body.

However, this Saber Qi didn't injure him too severely; it merely shredded his clothes.

"Your Geng Metal Qi is used well. Come work for me."

Reassembling the black fiend blade, Chen Heng walked up to the fallen Zhu Ri and said.

"You... won't kill us?" Zhu Ri hadn't expected that he wouldn't even have a chance to fight to the death.

He couldn't even block this person's casual saber strike; this Demon Lord Realm was like a waste.

Chen Heng's gaze drifted downwards, then his pupils constricted.

White!

"Who said I was going to kill you?" Chen Heng reached out and pulled Zhu Ri up from the ground.

"Sparring is sparring. If I were serious, you two would have long turned into fur coats."

"Thank you, Senior, for sparing our lives."

Zhu Ri's address had changed from Your Excellency to Senior.

Even for a dignified Demon Lord, the Yao Race's habit of revering the strong had not changed.

"However, since you two lost, I can't just let you go so easily."

As soon as Chen Heng finished speaking, the siblings' expressions changed.

Sure enough, sparing their lives came with a price.

It was already strange for such a powerful person to come and spar with them; having a purpose was normal.

"I'll give you two choices."

Chen Heng held up two fingers.

"First, you two siblings dig out your demonic cores and give them to me. I'll take them back to soak in wine and drink."

Upon hearing this option, the siblings' hearts almost stopped beating.

One must know that digging out a Demon Lord's demonic core was not much different from killing them.

Although they wouldn't lose their lives, their Realm would directly fall from Demon Lord to Demon Lord or Demon General, which was unacceptable to them.

"The second choice is to follow me and serve me for fifty years."

Chen Heng pointed to himself.

"Our siblings choose the second option!"

Zhu Ri didn't hesitate at all. Compared to the first option, the second option was not so difficult to accept.

Fifty years of life was very short for the long-lived Yao Race; it would pass in a blink.