Chapter 2630: Wanting to Die Isn't That Easy

Tianhe and Zhao Tianqing staged an act of fatherly kindness and filial piety in front of Luo Wenxuan.

After reacting, Luo Wenxuan hated them so much his teeth itched; these two old things were simply not human, truly rotten to the core.

But the two demon gods of the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon believed it to be true.

Seeing Tianhe's deliberately put-on worried, angry, and torn expression, they became even more convinced that Luo Wenxuan was a mole, and that the father and son shared deep feelings.

Thus, it became even less possible to let Luo Wenxuan go.

One of the demon gods snorted coldly and said.

"Heh, Tianhe, if you want to save your son, just obediently follow my words; otherwise I'll let you watch in person how your son is tortured to death."

As soon as the words fell, without waiting for Tianhe's reply, that demon god directly condensed a spiked blood whip from his own blood and qi.

The blood whip glowed with a scarlet light, bewitching and eerie.

With just one strike, it made Luo Wenxuan scream in agony.

This damned thing's condensed blood whip is useful not only against the flesh but also against the soul.

After this lash, Luo Wenxuan felt only that his soul was being whipped into incessant trembling.

This lash was clearly meant for Tianhe to see, and Tianhe indeed saw it, his heart instantly filled with…… great joy.

"Whip it well, quickly whip this damned thing to death—no, can't let this damned thing die so easily."

Overjoyed inside, yet on the surface he still had to feign a pained expression.

He shouted.

"Stop…………………"

Seeing Tianhe's nervous expression, that demon god grew ever more confident and laughed.

"\"Stop? \" Heh, you think it's up to you now? Cut the nonsense—let your human race retreat five hundred li, or I'll whip him to death."

"I…………… this…………………"

Upon hearing that, Tianhe immediately showed a complex hesitant look, as if he couldn't make up his mind at all.

Portraying the Heavenly Palace Master—an old father who wants to save his son yet doesn't want to harm the multitude of the Human Race thereby—this complex psychology was depicted to perfection.

At least these two demon gods detected not a hint of it.

In the eyes of the two demon gods, Tianhe at this moment was exactly the living image of an old father worried about his son.

Watching these two idiots, he grew ever more agitated, using himself to threaten Tianhe, and that blood whip lashed him lash after lash.

Luo Wenxuan's teeth were about to shatter.

"Idiots, no wonder the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon, despite its strong power, has failed over the years to exterminate the Human Race."

Previously Luo Wenxuan had found it strange, thinking it shouldn't be so.

After all, purely in terms of raw strength, the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon is necessarily far stronger than the Human Race.

Yet in the hands of the Human Race, it hasn't gained much advantage.

Now Luo Wenxuan suddenly realized: with such intellect, to have held out against the Human Race until now already counts as the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon being strong enough.

Not seeing Tianhe and Zhao Tianqing, these two old things, casually put on a play, which gave these two idiots such a start that they had not the slightest doubt.

The whip lashing his body—each strike was real, with no holding back at all.

Luo Wenxuan could no longer explain; he gritted his teeth, coldly watching Tianhe madly performing and the two demon gods completely led astray.

Tianhe wore a face of extreme grief, while the two demon gods got excited from the beating.

But going back and forth, Tianhe never agreed to the two demon gods' terms from start to finish.

"Retreat five hundred li? That's a joke—now the advantage is mine; at this moment you expect me to withdraw?"

"Don't say that this damned thing in your hand has nothing to do with me; even if you truly captured Tianhe's own son, given his character he would absolutely not let so many Human Race experts fall into danger for one person."

On the battlefield, personal feelings are hardly worth mentioning.

So Tianhe never intended to retreat from beginning to end; he was merely playing with these two demon gods.

Meanwhile, each time he saw Luo Wenxuan whipped, his heart couldn't help but rejoice, thinking silently, "Well struck, well struck."

Just as Tianhe was enjoying himself, Zhao Tianqing beside him seemed to suddenly think of something and sent a mental message.

"\"Almost done, let's withdraw first. \""

"\"Withdraw? I'm having fun right now—how can we withdraw at this moment? \""

Upon hearing that, Tianhe replied via mental transmission, though his mouth kept shouting.

"\"Stop, don't hit—if my son comes to any harm, I will never let you off. \""

Seeing Tianhe fully immersed in the act, Zhao Tianqing's mouth twitched involuntarily, "You damn fool, you're addicted to this now."

"That's enough—you've been playing for over an hour."

"Most importantly, damn it, mealtime is upon us."

"\"Then you play; I'm going to eat—mealtime is right away. \""

Zhao Tianqing couldn't be bothered to argue with Tianhe; his thoughts were solely on the imminent mealtime.

"Since Ye Zhangqing has arrived, this mealtime naturally ought to be proper—after all, 'before the troops move, the supplies must go first.'"

"Huh???"

Just hearing that, the originally enthusiastic Tianhe was visibly startled, then turned to glare at Zhao Tianqing with a reproachful look.

Seeing Zhao Tianqing blink blankly, "Why are you looking at me like that? I didn't do anything."

But soon, Tianhe's mental message arrived.

"\"Old coot, why didn't you say so earlier? \""

"\"You didn't ask either. \""

"\"Nonsense, I've never eaten before either. \""

Talking about eating, Tianhe obviously lost his playful mood; compared to that damned Luo Wenxuan, a hearty meal is definitely the most important.

We can wait until after eating to slowly clean up this damn thing; there's still time. Anyway, the person is right here, they won't die easily.

But once the Fàn diǎn passes, it's gone.

Except during battles, at any other time, trying to get Ye Zhangqing—who isn't at the Fàn diǎn—to cook is practically impossible.

At Ye Zhangqing's place, if you want to eat, you have to follow his rules; nothing else works.

Unable to attend to anything else, Tianhe hurriedly prepared to rush back with Zhao Tianqing and the others to eat.

The two Demon Gods at the entrance of the royal court, who had just been doting on Tianhe, suddenly changed their expressions upon seeing him, looked at Zhao Tianqing—no one knew what they had transmitted to each other—and then turned and left without looking back.

This sudden scene left the two Demon Gods dumbfounded—what the hell does this mean?

We were just chatting happily, you were doting on your son, we were having a good time fighting—how could you leave without saying a word?

The two Demon Gods were dumbfounded, and one of them couldn't help shouting.

"Stop! Where are you going?"

Tianhe wanted to leave, but now it was the two Demon Gods who refused to let him go; seeing this Demon God speak up to detain him, the originally numb Luo Wenxuan couldn't help but curse.

"Are you crazy? Why are you yelling at him? If he wants to leave, let him go—do you actually expect me to invite him in for a meal?"