211: Something is stuck to the sole of my shoe.

"Relax, they're just two slightly stronger Yao Kings. They're nothing to Big Brother Chen."

Bai Jun briefly comforted Zhu Chang.

'Big Brother Chen can tear a Wutong God apart with his bare hands, so mere Yao Kings are nothing.'

Bai Jun didn't voice this thought. After all, nobody would believe a story about slaying a god.

He just needed to know it himself... "Zhu Ri! Why aren't you submitting?" The Phoenix Blood Crane Yao King, Bai Feng, demanded, his foot on Zhu Ri's head.

"We all serve the Evil God, possessing endless power. You cannot resist us."

Song Quan, whose eyes were bloodshot and who had grown a third purple eye on his forehead, chimed in.

These two Yao Kings were originally stationed at Phoenix Cry Pass, but for some unknown reason, they were corrupted by the Evil Dragon's black qi.

From mind to body, they were completely brainwashed by the Evil Dragon, and their strength also surged.

Although Zhu Ri possessed the White Tiger Bloodline and wielded Geng Metal Divine Qi, which specifically countered these demons and evil spirits,

under the absolute suppression of their strength, he was still no match for the two of them.

"Heh heh, even if you kill me, I will never submit to that beast, the Evil Dragon!"

Zhu Ri had three limbs broken: both legs and one arm.

But he still refused to yield, his eyes burning with hatred.

"Since you are so stubborn, I will have to resort to some forceful methods."

Black sludge oozed from Bai Feng's blade-like fingers.

"Come on, you will thoroughly enjoy the Evil God's blessing!"

With that, Bai Feng was about to stab Zhu Ri's neck.

"Come on! Kill me!" Zhu Ri would rather die than be corrupted by the black qi.

Even though his Yao power had dried up, he still struggled with all his might.

"Coward! A coward who submits to that beast!"

Seeing his struggles were futile, Zhu Ri's heart slowly sank.

He would likely not escape this calamity today.

But at least he had sent Zhu Chang away.

And with Brother Chen's protection, his sister's future should be... Boom!

A loud bang echoed in Zhu Ri's ears, and the terrifying shockwave directly sent him flying.

"What!?" Zhu Ri tumbled on the ground like a rag doll, but his gaze was fixed on the thick smoke.

As the smoke cleared, Zhu Ri's eyes changed from despair to ecstasy, and then from ecstasy to a confused awe.

He was saved; that was an undeniable fact.

But he didn't recognize the person who came to save him.

Was there any race among the Yao Race that looked like this?

However, he was very familiar with the golden patterns all over his body. Could it be... "Oh ho, you've been beaten quite badly."

A familiar voice sounded.

Only then did Zhu Ri realize that this six-armed giant in front of him was actually Chen Heng!

"Good thing I ran at full speed, otherwise you'd be dead by now."

Chen Heng pulled his foot out of the large pit, then squatted beside Zhu Ri and asked.

The moment Chen Heng approached Zhu Ri, an indescribable sense of oppression enveloped his entire body.

And he had only felt this kind of oppression from one person!

That was His Majesty, the Yao Emperor!

"If it weren't for this time, I wouldn't have known. Eight legs are indeed faster than two."

Chen Heng moved his arms, casually pulling off something stuck to his foot.

"What is this thing?" Chen Heng looked at the corpse, which had turned into a muddy mess in his hand, with some confusion, then turned to look at Zhu Ri.

"It seems to be Bai Feng?" Zhu Ri glanced at the muddy lump and asked, somewhat uncertainly.

"Bai Feng, I think he was that Yao King with a bit of Phoenix Bloodline, right?"

Chen Heng kneaded the meat paste in his hand and indeed found a fiery red demon core.

"Is the Phoenix Bloodline really that weak? Crushed with one foot..."

Chen Heng pouted, somewhat displeased, and tossed Bai Feng's corpse aside.

Crushed to this state, it couldn't be eaten anyway, and keeping it would just be an eyesore.

"Who are you?" Song Quan roared at Chen Heng, his blood-red eyes glaring.

"Can you change back to your original form? I still want to try stewed eagle with mushrooms."

Since Bai Feng had been crushed to death, this person must be Song Quan, the elder of the Golden Eagle tribe.

"Die!"

Song Quan, corroded by the black qi, wouldn't waste words with Chen Heng. Seeing that Chen Heng didn't answer his question, his hands transformed into eagle talons and clawed at Chen Heng's throat.

"Why are you acting like a mad dog?"

Chen Heng raised an eyebrow, then delivered a powerful kick to Song Quan's chest.

With a dull thud, Song Quan was kicked directly from the city to the west city gate.

"You stay here. I'll go take care of him first."

With that, Chen Heng, regardless of Zhu Ri's reaction, leaped towards Song Quan.

By the time Chen Heng landed, Song Quan had already been kicked to death.

His entire chest cavity was gone, and sections of his intestines hung from his legs.

"Hiss, don't crush the demon core!"

Chen Heng quickly searched Song Quan's abdominal cavity for the demon core. This was crucial for the Vegetable Flower Snake's transformation into a Dragon!

However, the result was good. Chen Heng eventually found the pale golden demon core in Song Quan's shattered bladder.

"Good, good. Next time, I need to hold back a bit of my strength."

Chen Heng let out a sigh of relief and put the demon core into his pouch.

But just as Chen Heng turned to go back and get Zhu Ri, Song Quan, who was thoroughly dead, stood up again.

"Human Race?" A sound like fingernails scraping a blackboard echoed behind Chen Heng.

"Not dead?" Chen Heng frowned, feeling that something was amiss.

"No, this trash is already dead." 'Song Quan' shook his head and grinned at Chen Heng.

"Who are you?" Chen Heng also realized that the fellow in front of him was not Song Quan.

"I am the Evil Dragon you speak of." Chen Heng's vision blurred, and 'Song Quan' appeared in front of him.

"You are very powerful, not even weaker than the kid who suppressed me."

The Evil Dragon scrutinized Chen Heng, a look of appreciation flashing in his eyes.

"Speak quickly if you have something to say, fart quickly if you have gas." Chen Heng impatiently pushed the Evil Dragon aside; the smell from his mouth was too strong.

For Chen Heng, whose sense of smell was extraordinarily keen, this was torture.

"I like your personality. As long as you become one of my great generals, I can make you countless times stronger than you are now!"

The Evil Dragon didn't feel offended; in fact, he quite liked Chen Heng's temper.

The more irritable a person was, the easier it was for the Evil Dragon to control them.

"How about it? I can bestow upon you endless power, as long as..."

"Fuck you!" Chen Heng slapped the Evil Dragon's head clean off.

"Do I need you to bestow power upon me? Don't piss me off, or I'll drag you down from your throne and crush you right now."

"Alright, alright, you're being a bit ungrateful!" The Evil Dragon wasn't good-tempered either; even without a head, he was still blabbering.

"When I break free, I will kill everything you cherish, and I will do it with your own hands!"

"Damn it!" Chen Heng's temper flared. He grabbed the Evil Dragon's remaining limbs.