Chapter 60

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At this moment, a palm enveloped in scorching flames from Helian Huowu fiercely struck Chen Bo's chest.

Chen Bo let out a piercing scream, his entire body flying backward, crashing into a massive pillar. Blood spurted from his mouth as he fell to the ground, his legs twitching, his head tilting to one side, and he died.

She landed gracefully, her eyes bright with surprise as she looked at Chen Mo. Big Brother, not only was he unharmed, but he also saved her at a critical moment.

"Bo'er!" Chen Deshui roared like a madman, his last son dying right before his eyes. The sky seemed to collapse, the earth to sink. After a roar, he lunged at Helian Huowu like a crazed beast: "Wench, I will kill you, kill you."

"Old dog, get lost!" Chen Mo would not let him have a chance to harm Helian Huowu. He immediately stepped forward, his arm like a hammer, his fist like a cannon, launching a powerful attack like rolling thunder.

This move was precisely the immensely powerful Thunder Cannon.

Through repeated practice, Chen Mo's three Thunder Strikes had become increasingly proficient, with their power continuously increasing.

"Roar!"

Chen Deshui, having lost his mind, howled madly, his face turning a deep purple with the pain of losing two sons. He directly threw a punch, clashing with Chen Mo.

Thud!

A sound like the evening drum and morning bell suddenly arose, with energy surging in all directions.

The powerful impact forced Chen Mo to retreat several steps, his chest filled with surging blood, suffering some internal injuries. His eyes were slightly heavy.

Although Chen Deshui was a treacherous and despicable person, his strength was not weak, even surpassing the Second Elder, Chen Guangbiao. Moreover, he was acting like a madman, making it impossible to clash with him head-on.

With a quick turn of his mind, Chen Mo leaped backward, light as willow fluff, graceful as a startled swan, beginning to engage in a mobile battle. He also prevented Helian Huowu from coming to his aid.

At this moment, Chen Deshui was like a rampaging beast, and he could not let Huowu take the risk.

Helian Huowu could only say, "Big Brother, be careful. I'll go deal with some of the small fry first." With that, she leaped into the crowd of black-clad men, like a tiger among sheep, extremely domineering.

Qumu Qing, who had been watching the scene with enjoyment, said coldly, "I wondered who it was, turns out it's the younger brother of the waste, Chen Hao." He said this deliberately for Chen Mo to hear, seemingly trying to unsettle him.

Chen Mo had experienced much, and through repeated trials, his mind had matured greatly. He would deal with Qumu Qing eventually, but for now, he would let him be arrogant. He became even more composed and calm, as if playing with a dog, teasing Chen Deshui.

Qumu Qing's eyebrows twitched, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied. He continued calmly, "To be honest, I have my eye on Nangong Bingyan. Your brother was a hindrance, so I had him crippled, making him a complete waste."

Chen Mo was momentarily stunned, barely suppressing the raging fire in his chest. Qumu Qing, Qumu Qing, I will tear you to pieces. With great self-control, he continued to control his emotions.

Qumu Qing's face turned somewhat ugly. This kid could endure so much. Fine, I'll give you some more. He took out a folding fan and slowly waved it, saying, "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. Your elder brother's father, your uncle Chen Zhengliang, was also killed by me, through Chen Deshui. Why should he be a hindrance, a hindrance."

"Beast!"

Chen Mo roared in rage, his face flushed red, his eyes burning with fierce flames, staring at Qumu Qing and roaring, "You beast, if I don't kill you, I swear I won't be human."

At this moment, the frenzied Chen Deshui fiercely struck a palm at Chen Mo.

"Big Brother, be careful."

"Chen Mo, don't fall for his tricks."

"Whoosh!"

Little Eight's head retracted, spinning rapidly to block the fatal palm. With a slap, the dark palm print struck its dark-patterned green shell. The energy dissipated in all directions, but the shell remained unscathed.

Little Eight poked its head out, its cute eyes disdainfully glancing at Chen Deshui, as if saying, "Your palm strength is only enough to scratch my back." It opened its mouth and unleashed a wave of碧海怒涛 (Bihai Nutao, a powerful water attack).

With its growth, it was no longer as tender as when it was born. The Bihai Nutao had transformed into a water column as thick as a bucket, sending Chen Deshui flying several yards.

Chen Mo, enraged to the extreme, his Bright Mystic Qi bursting out of his body, emitting a faint blue-white aura with tiny arcs of electricity crackling.

The Mystic Qi burned in his meridians, forming a tremendous explosive force. His body moved like an arrow, swift as lightning, piercing forward. As he charged, a series of afterimages formed.

His leg, like a steel whip, struck Chen Deshui with a loud thud, sending him flying. Chen Mo, like a shadow, pursued him. His arm muscles bulged, and amidst the rolling thunder, he unleashed another Thunder Cannon, striking Chen Deshui's head.

In an instant, it burst like a watermelon.

The frenzied Chen Deshui instantly became a headless corpse, falling to the ground with a thud.

For a moment, the entire scene was stunned.

Thud!

Chen Mo landed, his body emanating a suffocating and chilling aura, carrying the aura of a killer, and he walked step by step toward Qumu Qing.

Qumu Qing's smug smile froze. He had intended to unsettle the kid, making him die at the hands of Chen Deshui. But he never expected that Chen Mo, in his rage, would unleash such terrifying combat power.

The Three Thunder Strikes, a lower-grade spirit technique, had been executed with such ferocity and dominance.

The sinister and violent gaze made Qumu Qing involuntarily shiver. Then it turned into his humiliation. A mere country boy dared to look at him with such enmity.

"Clap, clap, clap!"

Qumu Qing regained his composure, clapping his hands and said, "Chen Mo, right? I underestimated you. How about you work for me, and we can call it even. In the future, I guarantee you..."

"Shut up." Chen Mo's body emitted a chilling aura, his steps heavy, his gaze cold to the extreme: "You, worse than a pig or a dog, what gives you the right?"

After his attack, Little Eight lazily lay on the ground, nodding its head in agreement with its master. It gave a disdainful look, as if to say, "Do you think you can recruit my master as a subordinate? You're just asking for it. My master, a noble divine beast, even as a young one, still listens to his master. You don't know your place, spit!"

Qumu Qing's seemingly dignified expression froze, gradually turning iron gray, his eyes filled with extreme ferocity. He laughed in rage, "Good, good. Kid, you've got guts, you have..."

"Got guts, your mother." Chen Mo transformed into a wrathful Vajra, using the Vajra's path-breaking stance, and struck Qumu Qing's face.

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At the same time, the two innate experts, who had been fighting on the roof, had reached a fever pitch.

All the tiles on the roof had been destroyed by the two innate experts, reaching a fever pitch.

"Huang Chuan, you are aiding the tiger to harm others, killing my Chen family disciples. You must pay with your blood."

Chen Yixian's throat was filled with the taste of blood, but he held it back. He spun and stood on a beam on the roof of the hall, his tattered robe flapping in the wind.

Huang Chuan's hunched body was much smaller, one foot bent and kneeling on the wooden beam, breathing heavily. His sinister laugh revealed a mouth full of yellow teeth, blood seeping through the gaps, already at the end of his strength. He never expected that Chen Yixian would fight so desperately for his family, even in the unstable state of just entering the innate realm, he could unleash such power.

Even if Huang Chuan wanted to escape, he couldn't.

His hunched body leaped off the beam, tearing off half of the Chen family hall's roof, collapsing with a crash. His posture from the high sky was like a sinister night owl diving to catch prey, his black claws glowing with a deep red light, transforming into a poisonous bird, emitting toxic gas, and fiercely grabbing at Chen Yixian's head.

The "Black Demon Eagle Claw" was clearly more ferocious than ordinary eagle claw techniques, with fingers hardened by poison, capable of piercing the heart and lungs from three feet away.

Chen Yixian's body strangely softened, transforming into a light boat floating on the waves. A huge wave lifted him to the crest. The water below boiled, continuously pushing the boat higher. He spun to avoid Huang Chuan's claws, then turned and struck a palm at his back.

"Surging Waves!"

After decades of cultivation, his technique had reached a level of perfection, the surging waves crashing against the solid cliff, wave after wave, as if they could shatter the entire cliff.

A series of "bangs" followed by a "tear."

The surrounding wind howled, and the energy lifted the wooden beam and tiles, sending them flying.

Huang Chuan's fierce claw also caught Chen Yixian's shoulder.

Chen Yixian's shoulder and arm burst into a mass of flesh and bone, the black blood eroding his bones. The poison was extremely powerful and aggressive, and if not treated immediately, it would invade his heart and lungs, leading to certain death.

He gritted his teeth and, without hesitation, unleashed a burst of Mystic Qi, causing his shoulder and arm to fly off his body. His tattered robe was covered in blood. Chen Yixian stumbled, almost falling off the beam.

At the cost of his arm, the Surging Waves technique from the Seven Waves of the Blue Wave, with its continuous palm force, struck Huang Chuan, shattering his bones and extinguishing his life. He was thrown off the roof, his dead body landing in the hall.

A mighty innate expert had fallen in the Chen family.

Qumu Qing, who had been entangled with Chen Mo, was suddenly panicked and hastily feigned an attack before fleeing. Although he was arrogant, he did not believe he could match the innate expert Chen Yixian.

"Dog, trying to escape?" Chen Mo roared in rage, chasing after him like an angry dragon. Little Eight, with its excited eyes, followed, ready to beat the fleeing dog, barking excitedly.

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