At those words, Ding Buxing and Chu Feikong exchanged a glance. A Heart Demon Oath was not something to swear lightly.
But in their current predicament, they also understood that they had no room to bargain. Others held the knife and chopping block; they were the fish on it.
If they refused, they would probably struggle to leave this place alive today.
Though both were unwilling in every possible way, they could only grit their teeth and comply.
Ding Buxing and Chu Feikong accepted the two Netherworld Heart Demon Oaths, reluctance showing on their faces.
But beneath Qing Chen's almost tangible pressure, they ultimately steeled themselves, recited the promises whose every word was a shackle, and then crushed the oaths.
"Very good. You can leave."
Without a trace of feeling in his voice, Qing Chen coldly waved Ding Buxing away, yet his gaze seemed glued to the "Silver Foil" in his hand, never shifting in the slightest.
At this moment, that "Silver Foil" was, in his eyes, the Secret Key to a tremendous opportunity, far more important than these two Foundation Establishment cultivators before him.
Hearing this, Chu Feikong and Ding Buxing felt as though they had been granted a pardon, the mountain weighing on their hearts vanishing in an instant.
Ding Buxing dared not linger any longer and hurried to leave.
He carefully slipped sideways through the encirclement of the three Armored Corpses, then sped away with light steps, afraid Qing Chen might change his mind.
But just as Ding Buxing escaped without incident, Chu Feikong had barely taken one step before the Silver-Armored Corpse blocked him with its mithril-like arm.
Shocked and furious, Chu Feikong's face alternated between white and red. Like an ignited powder keg, he erupted:
"Qing Chen, what is the meaning of this? Why let