Wang Yue turned to the black- and white-clothed Wang Yues and said gravely, "One of you, protect my heart meridian. The other, take that cluster of demonic energy out of him. I'll transfer it into my space."
"Easy. I'll take out the demonic fetus!"
At his instruction, black-clothed Wang Yue immediately prepared to act. White-clothed Wang Yue waved a hand, and a cloud of green energy enveloped the Son of the Demon King.
With both helpers at his side, Wang Yue stepped up his absorption of the demonic energy, leaving not a trace in the Son of the Demon King's body.
Black-clothed Wang Yue was Wang Yue's clone, and his mastery of the sword laws was exquisite. His five fingers, like five sharp swords, plunged straight into the Son of the Demon King's heart, pinning down the demonic energy so it couldn't disperse again.
White-clothed Wang Yue's green healing energy quickly treated the wounds, ensuring that the sword cuts had no real effect on the Son of the Demon King.
"Ah!"
"Haha!"
The Son of the Demon King cried out in pain when he was first seized. Then, as his wounds healed, he felt an itch in his chest and couldn't help laughing.
Lu Zhaoyao shuddered and stepped farther away from the Son of the Demon King. She hadn't expected him to cry and laugh like a madman. It was downright terrifying.
Seeing this, Old Master Lu felt even more reassured about entrusting his granddaughter to Wang Yue. After all, Wang Yue's medical skills could guarantee Lu Zhaoyao's safety.
The whole process might have sounded lengthy, but it was over in just five or six breaths. Black-clothed Wang Yue pulled the still-beating Heart of the Demon King out of the Son of the Demon King's body.
Once the heart had