Chapter Eighteen: Sweeping Away Thousands of Troops

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  "Second brother, are you alright?" Chen Hao struggled to get down, wincing in pain and looking worried.

  “Mò ér……” Hu Língpíng stroked Chen Mò's disheveled hair, her heart full of bitterness and sorrow. Tears rolled down like falling pearls as she struggled to speak, her pale lips trembling with emotion. This child was poorly dressed, his body battered and bruised, clearly having suffered greatly.

  "I'm fine, don't worry." Chen Mo's dark face broke into a white-toothed smile, looking at them with a somewhat wolfish gaze, yet giving them a refreshing feeling like a spring breeze. His spirit seemed to be different from before, like a sharp sword sheathed in its scabbard.

  Pulling Heli Fire Dance's hand, Chen Mo took a deep breath, focusing his mind, and in the sea of consciousness within him, a weak and tender small green bud trembled violently, shaking its leaves desperately. Chen Mo knew that without the nourishment of spiritual medicine, the warmth of Bright Mystical Energy would slow down its growth, but Dance couldn't fall back.

  Chen Mo's forehead broke out in a thin layer of sweat, concentrating his energy, as he and the small green sprout tore at each other, struggling back and forth. The small green sprout trembled slightly, seeming to let out a mournful cry, reluctantly releasing a single grain-sized drop.

  Chen Mo was overjoyed and quickly urged the Xuan Qi to transform into a green liquid, which drilled into the He Lian Huo Jing Mai.

  He Lian Huo Wu suddenly felt a warm and moist aura flowing into his wrist, gentle and soothing, entering his depleted and collapsing dantian.

  As if bathed in the gentle and refreshing rain, a thread of pure and mysterious energy began to swirl and expand in the air sea. In no time, it had condensed into a substantial cluster of mysterious energy, which was even more transparent and pure than the original one. The withered limbs were nourished and moistened like dead wood meeting spring, and the vigorous vitality quickly recovered.

  Her eyes widened in astonishment, her pink lips slightly parted, as she felt an incredible moment, gazing at Chen Mo's focused and serious expression. Her heart skipped a beat in shock. How did Second Brother achieve this unbelievable effect? In an instant, new vitality surged into her body. This absolutely exceeded the realm of ordinary Qīng Mù Xuán Qì cultivators. Astonished, her slender eyebrows arched slightly, blinking with clear black and white eyes that sparkled as she looked at him.

  But how did he manage to do it? The mystery was layered, and Hui Lian Huo Wu's eyes were full of questions.

  Xu Hao regained his composure from the shock, and upon hearing this, he couldn't help but snort in derision. He crossed his arms, coldly staring at Chen Mo. This kid is quite arrogant, let's wait and see. Let's just wait for now, I'll deal with you later. Chen Mo didn't die, so this mission has been directly upgraded. If we don't kill him, it won't be easy to explain when we get back.

  With a disdainful glance, he swept his eyes over Chen Mo, the corners of his mouth curling up in a cold smile. Born with a flawed body, even if he managed to gain some benefits in this small world and slightly increased his strength, what could he do? Even He Lian Huo Wu, whose strength was unexpectedly powerful, had been knocked down. A group of old, weak, sickly, and disabled people, with their numerical superiority, would still be annihilated just the same.

  "You all go back home first." Chen Mo sensed that the spiritual liquid was almost consumed and interrupted He Lian Huo Wu's inquiry. Turning his head to glance at Xu Hao and others, he said in a clear voice: "Wu Er, help Big Brother back home, I'll take care of everything here."

  "What are you worried about?" Xu Hao burst out laughing, with a sarcastic expression: "With trash like you, no matter how many come, it's still a dead end, overestimating your abilities."

  He Lianhuo was taken aback by the words, and his inquiring gaze turned to Chen Mo, who nodded affirmatively with confidence and determination.

  Chen Hao suppressed the shock in his heart, and vaguely sensed that something was different about his second brother today, as if he was undergoing a qualitative transformation. He knew it wasn't the time to speak, so he didn't say much.

  "Take care, sister and brother. I'll go deal with those dogs in the yard first." Chen Mo's eyes gleamed as he stared at Xu Hao, his heart burning with rage like a wildfire.

  "Wu Er, you guard the entrance and protect Big Brother and Big Sister." Chen Mo wiped his face with his sleeve, revealing a youthful and handsome face, a straight nose bridge, and deep eyes like a calm sea that was unfathomable.

  "Trash, we've all been waiting for you, just with your little ability, come and fight us, fight!"

  Everyone watched a group of trash performing a big show of affection, occasionally bursting into sarcastic laughter.

  Chen Mo's cultivation was notoriously at the bottom. Even if there were some small surprises, it would only last for a day or two and wouldn't become a trend.

  The sharp-mouthed monkey rubbed his own scalding painful mouth, his eyes staring at He Lian Huo Wu like a poisonous snake, eager to jump up and kick him a few times. The others sized up the situation and formed a siege to surround Chen Mo.

  Xu Hao had just fought with He Lian Huo Wu, and his Xuan Qi was also consumed a lot. He hugged his chest with both hands, his gloomy eyes staring tightly at Chen Mo. Let's let the subordinates make two moves first, the sly him, upholding the "small boat sailing for thousands of years", evaluating Chen Mo's strength after he escaped alive.

  "Today, you will all die!"

  The momentum has been building, and after a loud roar from Chen Mo, he stepped on the ground with his bare feet, "thud thud thud" kicking up dust in the courtyard, like a cannonball charging towards the center of the crowd. With the most practiced and skilled Golden Opening technique, he launched a fierce punch, his two arms swollen with energy, about to burst, containing immense explosive power at first glance.

  As if he was going to pour out all his anger in this moment.

  There was a faint rumble of thunder in the air.

  "Go to hell." A fist directly slammed into the enemy at the forefront, the fist was like a swimming dragon, reaching straight to the enemy's eyes, and with a touch of the fist, a powerful and unyielding force burst out.

  "Ah" a miserable cry, the comer's head was like a cracked eggshell, with fresh blood and brain matter flowing out, the skull collapsed, eyeballs squeezed out of their sockets and burst, and he died with his head tilted to one side.

  This moment seemed short, this moment seemed long. This was Chen Mo's first person to burst with his own strength. Although it was extremely disgusting, thinking that if he had returned half a minute later, the dancer would have been poisoned, and his brother and sister-in-law would also have been doomed. The hatred and anger in his heart were burning like a raging fire.

  These outsiders who acted as the dog's legs, seeing their companion being punched to death with a miserable ghostly appearance, were shocked and retreated several steps in horror.

  Chen Mo's furious fists were like cannons, one wheel spinning and turning, his bare feet dancing and weaving, charging forward with a mad dash, his punches growing heavier, as if thousands of horses and soldiers were galloping forth in a cloud of dust, each punch unleashing the fierce power of the Golden Vajra.

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