Facing the joint attack that could tear apart even Primordial Qi Realm experts, he merely raised his palms as if nothing were out of the ordinary.
There were no phenomena of true qi circulating, no radiance of qi protecting his body.
Under the dim candlelight, those palms possessed the hard metallic texture of cast black iron.
"You're courting death!"
Seeing him act so arrogantly, Wang Bing and Wang Yan both revealed savage grins on their demonic faces.
The next instant, four palms—two human hands and two demonic claws—collided viciously.
"Boom!"
A muffled blast, like a battering ram smashing into a city gate, erupted through the great hall.
The entire underground space shook violently. Spiderweb cracks spread madly in every direction from the point where the four palms had struck.
The outcome was completely different from what Wang Bing and Wang Yan had expected.
The freezing current capable of turning steel to ice, and the heatwave capable of melting rock, came to an abrupt halt the instant they touched those human palms, as though they had crashed into an ancient divine mountain that could not be shaken.
The ice and fire qi force was forcibly halted in midair by an even purer, more overbearing power.
The savage grins on Wang Bing and Wang Yan's faces froze.
An indescribably terrifying force surged back along their arms.
"Crack! Crack!"
Two bone-chilling cracks rang out at the same time.
The demonic brothers felt half their bodies go numb, and they staggered backward uncontrollably.
They lowered their heads and stared in disbelief at their slightly deformed claws.
How was this possible?
He had not used true qi!
This human had fought two against one and withstood their combined blow through physical strength alone?
"I refuse to believe it!"
Wang Bing roared, unwilling to accept defeat so easily.
He exchanged a glance with Wang Yan, and their demonic power erupted once more.
A bizarre suction force emerged from their palms, clamping Shen Che's hands tightly and preventing him from breaking free.
At the same time, their other palms gathered their full strength. One was icy blue, the other crimson red, and with shrill whistles that tore through the air, they blasted toward Shen Che's chest from above and below.
Two fists could not defeat four hands. Since your hands are trapped by us, use your body to receive the full-force strike of us brothers!
"Shen Che!"
Inside the cage, Liu Hua felt his heart leap into his throat.
Yet Shen Che's face remained expressionless.
He even gave up struggling.
Just as those two demonic palms were about to strike his chest, the blood and qi within him began to circulate with a thunderous roar.
Bzzz—
A deep bell chime rang out from within his body.
The surface of his ordinary black fitted outfit took on a metallic sheen, like armor forged from molten iron.
A faint golden bell-shaped phantom flickered over his body and vanished.
Golden Bell Shield! Iron Shirt!
He actually thrust out his chest and met the attack head-on.
"Clang!!"
This time, it was no longer a dull impact.
Instead, a clear and majestic collision of metal rang out, like the tolling of an ancient temple bell.
Wang Bing and Wang Yan's demonic palms struck Shen Che squarely in the chest.
They felt as though they had not struck flesh and blood, but a ten-thousand-pound bronze bell suspended between heaven and earth!
The terrifying rebounding force, mixed with the force of Shen Che's own charge, erupted in an instant like a mountain flood and a raging tsunami.
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
Wang Bing and Wang Yan simultaneously spewed mouthfuls of blood mixed with demonic qi. Their bodies flew backward like cannonballs struck head-on by siege ballistae, smashing through two stone pillars in succession before crashing heavily to the ground.
Their demonic power ran wildly through their bodies, while the bones in their arms shattered inch by inch.
One move.
With just one move, the two brothers had already been severely injured.
Shen Che shook his hands free from their restraint, as though he had merely brushed away two annoying flies.
He gave them no chance to catch their breath.
With one step, he was already several meters away, catching up to Wang Bing as he struggled to rise.
"Vajra Zen Fist, Zen Arrow."
He held his fingers together like a sword and pointed from afar at Wang Bing's brow.
An invisible stream of true qi condensed into an arrow and shot through the air, too fast for the naked eye to discern.
It pierced a willow leaf from a hundred paces away.
Wang Bing, who had just raised his head, froze.
A tiny bloody hole appeared between his brows.
All the ferocity and disbelief in those icy blue demonic eyes rapidly faded, leaving behind only deathly stillness.
The towering demonic body fell stiffly backward, kicking up a cloud of dust.
[Kill Commander-level Demonic Beast, Time Value +1500] [Time Value: 3000]
"Brother!!"
On the other side, Wang Yan, transformed into a crimson demon, witnessed his elder brother's tragic death and let out a grief-stricken roar.
His eyes turned bloodshot, and he went completely mad. Ignoring his own severe injuries, he pounced at Shen Che like a frenzied beast.
Shen Che turned around. Facing the charging Wang Yan, he curled his five fingers into a fist and punched forward.
"Vajra Zen Fist, Zen Spear!"
This time, the true qi no longer condensed into an invisible arrow.
Instead, it transformed into an indestructible, fierce spear attached to the edge of his fist.
The fist shot forth like a dragon.
Pshht!
The violent fist force effortlessly tore through Wang Yan's crimson scales and pierced straight through his chest.
Wang Yan's charging momentum came to an abrupt stop.
He lowered his head and looked at the transparent hole the size of a bowl in his chest. His heart had already been completely shredded by the fist force.
He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he only spat out a mouthful of scorching demonic blood.
He crashed to the ground.
[Kill Commander-level Demonic Beast, Time Value +1500] [Time Value: 4500]
From the moment he attacked to the moment it ended, only a dozen or so breaths had passed.
The two Commander-level demons, capable of stirring up bloody storms throughout Qingfeng City, had become two cold corpses just like that.
The underground hall fell into deathly silence.
Liu Hua, inside the cage, stood with his mouth agape, no longer knowing what expression to use in the face of everything before him.
This... this was what a Demon Queller Envoy was supposed to be!
Only after finishing all this did Shen Che slowly turn around and walk toward the black-robed old man who had stood by with folded arms in the depths of the hall.
"Yan Hong."
Shen Che's voice echoed through the great hall.
"A Class-A wanted criminal of the Demon Suppression Division. Three years ago, you poisoned the lower reaches of the Changhuai River and slaughtered eight villages along both banks, totaling more than three thousand seven hundred lives. Today, it is time for you to be on your way."
Facing the deaths of his two capable subordinates, there was not the slightest trace of sorrow or anger on Yan Hong's wrinkled old face.
He even laughed, his laughter hoarse and unpleasant.
"Hehe, two useless fools who could accomplish nothing and ruin everything instead. It is just as well that they died."
"If they had not been greedy for blood food and allowed you lackeys of the Demon Suppression Division to find their trail, how would this old man's plan have been exposed?"
He looked at Shen Che, his murky eyes filled with admiration.
"By killing them, you have instead done this old man a great favor. It saves me the trouble of personally disposing of these two burdens afterward."
"As for my plan?"
Before you continue