Chapter 19

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Helian Huowu avenged the humiliation his brother suffered today. He turned around and blocked the pointy-nosed, monkey-faced man, retaliating with the "Flaming Silver Flower" palm technique, one palm after another.

The pointy-nosed, monkey-faced man's face had turned completely black and emitted a foul odor. Realizing he was no match for Helian Huowu, he used his escape skills, rolling and crawling to the wall by a large tree.

Helian Huowu leaped forward, relentlessly following him, kicking with both legs, causing dust to fly. As the pointy-nosed, monkey-faced man rolled, he suddenly felt a blockage. A hard stone was pressing against his chest. Desperate to escape, he used his hands and feet to push it away.

The stone 'whooshed' and revealed a head, with two small, yellow-bean-sized eyes glaring angrily. It was clearly the turtle Xiao Ba. It was furious. After finding a cool spot to rest, it was having a beautiful dream where it was surrounded by a pile of treasures, just about to start eating, when it was rudely interrupted. If divine beasts don't get angry, do they think I'm a sick cat?

'Spit' a mouthful of saliva shot out.

In that moment, Helian Huowu kicked the pointy-nosed, monkey-faced man's protruding buttocks, and with a solid palm strike, a mix of flames and Xiao Ba's saliva caused a puff of blue smoke to rise. The pointy-nosed, monkey-faced man felt a mix of heat and cold on his buttocks, which turned into a unique burning pain. This pain spurred him to use his full potential, and he quickly climbed up the tree and over the wall to escape.

Helian Huowu, with his astonishing recovery ability, seemed almost like a demon. Combined with Chen Mo's storm-like fighting style, this demonic brother and sister were both formidable.

All the non-family members were scattered around the courtyard, dead in various positions, thus ending their careers as lackeys.

Chen Mo, standing tall like a pine tree, exchanged a glance with Helian Huowu. Like a neighbor's boy, he carried a heart full of bright sunshine, his expression like a song, like a green fruit in the early years of youth, their hearts resonating, encouraging each other to strive, and sharing the belief to protect their family.

Helian Huowu smiled, revealing a hint of joy and shyness, her slightly pink cheeks like peach blossoms in spring, captivating to the eye.

Outside the courtyard, a young man secretly praised, "What a beautiful flame spirit, isn't that Uncle Chen?" Yu Ai's praise was heartfelt, inadvertently revealing his admiration.

The servant called Uncle Chen, hunched over, nodded, his old face smiling like a chrysanthemum, with deep wrinkles, but he remained silent.

Inside the house, Chen Hao saw everything through the wooden window, feeling a mix of relief and bitterness. If he could recover, it would be great to fight together with his brother and sister against the enemies. He sighed, worrying about Chen Mo. Xu Hao had a wolf's heart and would not give up easily, likely leading to another life-or-death battle.

The sun was high, illuminating the small courtyard. Chen Mo exchanged a glance with Helian Huowu.

Helian Huowu was slightly stunned but nodded in understanding.

Chen Mo's expression changed, his eyes like a spring breeze, his gaze sharp, focusing on the sinister Xu Hao. The mutual killing intent was palpable, but the reality was that all the lackeys were gone. As the main culprit, Xu Hao felt his scalp tingle, knowing the battle was inevitable.

Elder Chen Deshui would not let this boy off. He had not yet received his reward and was now left alone. Confident in his superior strength, he was fearless, determined to spend more time to kill this boy.

Moreover, with the situation as it was, how could Xu Hao have a way out?

Xu Hao roared, "Don't think you're a martial saint just because you killed a few lackeys. Opposing the elder is asking for death." He leaped forward, his Iron Sand Palm shadowy and powerful, striking down from above.

"You're wrong, it's you who's asking for death." Chen Mo's deep eyes burned with starlight, his Bright Mystic Qi surging, releasing a powerful and fierce force, like a wild horse breaking free, surging forward, meeting the attack head-on, with great momentum.

Palm and fist collided, Xu Hao grunted, his feet hitting the ground, retreating several steps before stabilizing. Truly, a young calf fears no tiger, his strength was consistent throughout.

This shocked Xu Hao. Helian Huowu's Flame Mystic Qi was pure, but she was rumored to be a once-in-a-century genius, reaching the small success stage of the Flame Palm in a short time. But what about this waste, Chen Mo?

The Green Wood Mystic Qi was not known for its offensive power, but in Chen Mo's hands, it was fierce and powerful, with the might of the blazing sun. This was truly incomprehensible.

Xu Hao, believing he had the upper hand, was at a disadvantage from the start, suffering internal injuries. His eagle eyes were pecked, not expecting this boy to use the beginner-level Vajra Palm so skillfully, with a powerful and fierce aura.

Taking the initiative, Chen Mo's momentum grew. He charged forward, using the powerful and fierce Vajra Fist, attacking the enemy. Each move was a hard strike, with a strong and fierce force.

Xu Hao became increasingly alarmed and anxious. Initially, he was not afraid of a novice like Chen Mo. With his high-level Spirit Disciple cultivation, he had a psychological advantage. Moreover, being older, he had spent most of his time mastering mystic techniques.

He was confident that his Iron Sand Palm could suppress this inexperienced boy. Such a disciple, not valued by the clan, lacked resources and struggled in cultivation.

But what surprised him was that this young boy could perform the Vajra Fist so skillfully, like a Vajra wielding iron fists and legs, fierce and powerful, almost unbelievable.

He had just begun to grasp the essence.

The entire mystic technique was practiced to this level, mastering a bit of the Vajra's essence.

The Vajra Fist is a lower-level mystic technique, easy to learn but hard to master. But if practiced well, it is quite powerful. Moreover, the Bright Mystic Qi is inherently fierce and powerful, extremely yang.

Xu Hao's Iron Sand Palm was powerful, with shadowy and fierce moves, like a knife or a hammer, each palm strike explosive.

Facing a strong opponent, Chen Mo deftly blocked with his hand, the fist and palm colliding with a 'snap', the force exploding, making his arm tingle as if pierced by thousands of needles, causing intense pain, making him grunt.

"Ha~"

In pain, Chen Mo focused his attention, his shoulders tensing, rising like a Vajra, stomping his foot, causing a dull thud.

The ground around him trembled slightly. At the same time, he lunged forward, his shoulder crashing into Xu Hao's chest, like a ram striking a bell, with great force.

Xu Hao, the old fox, quickly dodged but was still hit by the residual force, retreating several steps, a sweet taste in his throat, spitting out blood.

"Good Vajra Shake." Xu Hao said hoarsely, his eyes serious, no longer underestimating Chen Mo. He continued to channel his mystic qi, his eyes sharp, saying, "Unfortunately, you dare to be arrogant before you are fully grown, truly asking for death." His figure blurred, charging at Chen Mo like a storm.

"You have a way to heaven and earth, but you come to my home to seek death." Chen Mo divided some of his Bright Mystic Qi, infused with a hint of green, like a gentle stream, soothing his injured left arm. The slightly cool and life-giving Bright Mystic Qi alleviated the pain, nourishing the injured flesh and meridians.

Among the various mystic qi, each has its unique qualities. The Green Wood Mystic Qi, while lacking the explosive power of Metal Mystic Qi and the heavy defense of Earth Mystic Qi, has a unique resilience and a hint of vitality.

At the same cultivation level, practitioners of Wood Mystic Qi have a stronger recovery ability. Moreover, the Bright Mystic Qi infused with a hint of green has an astonishing recovery ability. It also has a yang and powerful aura, enhancing the Vajra Fist's power.

Holding his breath, no longer underestimating Xu Hao, he stood like a classic pine tree, his feet rooted in the ground, deeply grounded, and attacked with powerful punches.

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