Fighting Two Single-Handedly

Facing a combined assault potent enough to tear apart experts of the Primordial Qi Realm, he simply raised his palms in an unremarkable manner.

There were no signs of True Qi flowing, no radiance protecting his body with Qi.

Under the dim candlelight, those two palms displayed a hardness like metal, as if cast from black iron.

"Seeking death!"

Seeing him act so recklessly, Wang Bing and Wang Yan wore ferocious smiles on their demonic faces.

The next instant, four palms—two human, two demonic—collided fiercely.

"Dong!"

A muffled roar, like a battering ram striking a city gate, exploded within the great hall.

The entire underground space shook violently, and spiderweb-like cracks spread madly in all directions from the point where the four palms met.

The result was completely different from what Wang Bing and Wang Yan had anticipated.

The chilling current, capable of freezing steel, and the heatwave that could melt rock, met the human palms and instantly stopped, as if crashing into an unmovable, ancient divine mountain.

The ice and fire Qi, struck by a purer, more domineering force, were forcibly halted in mid-air.

The ferocious smiles on Wang Bing and Wang Yan's faces froze.

An indescribably terrifying force surged back up their arms.

"Crack! Crack!"

Two bone-chilling cracking sounds rang out simultaneously.

The demonic brothers felt half their bodies go numb, staggering backward uncontrollably.

They looked down, disbelievingly at their slightly deformed claws.

How was this possible?

He hadn't used True Qi!

This human, relying solely on his physical strength, had fought them both and withstood their combined attack?

"I don't 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 strange suction emanated from their palms, gripping Shen Che's hands tightly, preventing him from breaking free.

At the same time, their other hands, channeling their full power—one icy blue, the other fiery red—pierced the air with a piercing shriek. They attacked Shen Che's chest from above and below.

Two fists are no match for four hands.

Since your hands are trapped by us, then take our brothers' full-power attack with your body!

"Shen Che!"

Liu Hua, trapped in the cage, felt his heart leap into his throat.

However, Shen Che's face remained expressionless.

He even gave up struggling.

Just as the two demonic palms were about to strike his chest, the Blood Essence within him surged.

Bzzzz--

A low, resonant bell chime sounded within him.

The ordinary black training uniform he wore gained a metallic sheen on its surface, like armor cast from molten iron.

A faint golden, bell-shaped phantom flashed across his body before vanishing.

Golden Bell Shield! Iron Shirt!

He actually raised his chest, meeting the attack head-on.

"Clang!!"

This time, it wasn't a muffled sound.

It was a clear, grand clang of metal striking metal, like the chime of an ancient temple bell.

Wang Bing and Wang Yan's demonic palms landed squarely on Shen Che's chest.

They felt as if they hadn't struck flesh and blood, but an immense bronze bell hanging between heaven and earth!

A terrifying rebound force, mixed with Shen Che's active charge, erupted like a mountain flood or a tidal wave.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Wang Bing and Wang Yan simultaneously spat out large mouthfuls of blood mixed with demonic energy. Their bodies, like those hit directly by a siege giant crossbow, were sent flying backward like cannonballs. They crashed through two stone pillars before falling heavily to the ground.

Their demonic power surged chaotically within their bodies, their arm bones shattering inch by inch.

One move.

In just one move, the two brothers were heavily wounded.

Shen Che flicked his restrained hands as if he were merely brushing away two annoying flies.

He gave the opponents no chance to breathe.

Taking one step forward, he was already several meters away, catching up to Wang Bing, who was struggling to get back up.

"Vajra Zen Fist, Zen Arrow."

He pointed his fingers like a sword, aiming at Wang Bing's brow and flicking them from a distance.

An invisible True Qi condensed into an arrow and shot through the air, so fast it was barely visible to the naked eye.

A perfect shot from a hundred paces.

Wang Bing, who had just raised his head, froze.

A tiny blood hole appeared on his brow.

The ferocity and disbelief in his icy blue demonic eyes quickly faded, replaced by a dead stillness.

The tall demonic body fell straight backward, stirring up a cloud of dust.

[Killed Commander-level Demonic Beast, Time Value +1500]

[Time Value: 3000]

"Brother!!"

On the other side, Wang Yan, who had transformed into a crimson demonic beast, let out a roar of grief and indignation upon witnessing his brother's tragic death.

His eyes turned crimson, and in his complete madness, he disregarded his own severe injuries and lunged at Shen Che like a rampaging beast.

Shen Che turned around, facing the charging Wang Yan, and clenched his five fingers, unleashing a punch.

"Vajra Zen Fist, Zen Spear!"

This time, the True Qi did not condense into an invisible arrow.

Instead, it transformed into an unstoppable, fierce spear that attached itself to the tip of his fist.

His fist struck like a dragon.

Puchi!

The violent fist energy easily tore through Wang Yan's crimson scales, piercing straight through his chest.

Wang Yan's charging momentum came to an abrupt halt.

He looked down at the bowl-sized, transparent hole in his chest, his heart completely shredded by the fist energy.

He opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but in the end, only spat out a mouthful of scalding demonic blood.

He crashed to the ground.

[Killed Commander-level Demonic Beast, Time Value +1500]

[Time Value: 4500]

From the moment he struck to the end, it took only a dozen breaths.

Two Commander-level great demons, capable of stirring up a bloody storm in Qingfeng City, had now become two cold corpses.

The underground hall fell into a deathly silence.

Liu Hua, still in his cage, gaped, no longer knowing what expression to wear in the face of everything before him.

This... this is what a Demon Queller Envoy is supposed to be!

After finishing everything, Shen Che slowly turned around and walked towards the black-robed old man standing by the side in the depths of the hall.

"Yan Hong."

Shen Che's voice echoed in the hall.

"Class A wanted criminal of the Demon Suppression Division. Three years ago, you poisoned the Chang Huai River downstream, killing over three thousand seven hundred people from eight villages on both banks. Today, you shall meet your end."

Facing the deaths of his two capable subordinates, Yan Hong's wrinkled old face showed no trace of sadness or anger.

He even chuckled, his laughter hoarse and unpleasant.

"Heh heh, two useless fools who couldn't accomplish anything and only caused trouble. It's good they're dead."

"If it weren't for their greed for blood food, leading you dogs of the Demon Suppression Division to their tracks, how would my plan have been exposed?"

He looked at Shen Che, his cloudy pupils filled with admiration.

"By killing them, you've actually done me a great favor, saving me the trouble of personally cleaning up these two burdens later."

"As for my plan?"

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