The two old men had partnered for most of their lives and had long worked out several joint tactics for handling different situations.
With Ninth Young Master present, their first priority was to protect this little ancestor.
At the moment, the old man in black went in first. On the surface, he was fighting head-on, but in truth, he was tangling with his enemy to wear him down and probe his methods.
The old man in white held the rear. He appeared not to move, but the qi force throughout his body was drawn taut, waiting for the slightest opening from his opponent so he could pounce at any moment and deliver a vicious blow.
The black-clad elder moved like a ghost. His Judge's Brush was sometimes a spirit snake winding around the neck, sometimes a shower of stars splashing across the face. His moves were seasoned and vicious, always evading the heavy blades by a hair's breadth, his brush tip striking only at vulnerable spots such as the eyes, throat, and joints.
"Youngster, your flesh is tough enough. Let's see whether you can take this old man's King Yama's Edict!"
The old man in black gave a long laugh. His Judge's Brush suddenly steadied, and the qi force at its tip spun and compressed like a vortex, condensing into a point of dim light.
It was precisely his trump-card ultimate technique.
The marvel of this move lay in compressing vast qi force to the utmost limit, then using subtle force to drive it into rapid rotation, turning it into an all-penetrating spiral qi drill that specialized in breaking horizontal training hard arts.
Though Lu Chen's flesh was as hard as iron, even he could not fully withstand such drilling power.
When the brush tip struck his body, it did