High Martial Arts: Becoming a Liver Master

Apart from Situ Kong, everyone else had already been identified as an enemy in Chen Mo's mind.

With that in mind, Chen Mo had already made up his mind.

With a thought, Chen Mo vanished in an instant.

When the dozen or so figures saw that Chen Mo was gone, they suddenly stood up and used their mental energy to scan and search, trying to find Chen Mo.

"Damn it..."

After using their mental energy to probe each other, all the groups discovered each other and became alert, wary of the other party's actions.

Seeing that the lightning tribulation had not dissipated, they knew that Chen Mo was still inside, but had simply used concealment techniques to hide himself.

Everyone possessed strength at the Martial Saint level or higher. A mental scan was conducted, and in the blink of an eye, everyone's actions, from start to finish, took less than a second.

Just then, as the heavenly tribulation was about to strike, Chen Mo appeared.

But Chen Mo's appearance immediately terrified the two Martial Saints and one Martial Venerable, because they found themselves locked onto by the lightning tribulation.

"Damn it, you little brat, if you're going to undergo your tribulation, then why the hell did you come out here? You better get the hell out of here!"

The martial master cursed and retreated as fast as he could, trying to escape the range of the lightning tribulation.

The two martial saints did the same, fleeing at top speed, wishing they had two more legs.

"Holy crap! Run! That kid's got a death wish!" The Martial Saint, who wasn't within the range of the lightning tribulation, ran away without a second thought, fearing that Chen Mo would catch up with him.

Even the other four Martial Venerables felt a sense of fear and quickly retreated, moving away from the range of the lightning tribulation.

They still cursed Chen Mo in their hearts, cursing Chen Mo's ancestors for eighteen generations.

At the same time, they were also very puzzled. How could Chen Mo, a Martial Saint, sense them and move so fast?

However, no one would accept their goods, because at that moment the lightning tribulation also struck, and the two Martial Saints who were slow to escape were directly struck by the lightning tribulation and seriously injured, falling down.

However, the Martial Venerable was very fast and escaped the range of the lightning tribulation, but was eventually caught up by the lightning tribulation and struck down.

However, after escaping the range of the lightning tribulation, the power of that lightning was greatly weakened, only causing the Martial Venerable to suffer a minor injury.

"Good, very good!" The Martial Venerable gritted his teeth in hatred, remaining at a distance, but his eyes were fixed on Chen Mo.

If Chen Mo hadn't been caught in the lightning tribulation, he would have already gone up and reduced Chen Mo to ashes.

"You little brat! Just you wait until the tribulation ends, I, Zhao Dezhu, will tear you to pieces or I'll take your surname."

Zhao Dezhu transformed into an angry Vajra. Seeing his tattered combat uniform and his disheveled appearance, he felt extremely ashamed. Without thinking, he immediately gave his name.

Upon hearing the name Zhao Dezhu, everyone present almost gave up, and even the martial saints hesitated to fight after hearing it.

Zhao Dezhu is a renowned Martial Venerable expert who became famous 100 years ago and is an elder of the Abyss Church. I never expected him to appear here.

Zhao Dezhu was notoriously short-tempered and bloodthirsty; anyone who even heard his name was killed by him.

"Damn it, didn't Zhao Dezhu already go abroad? How come he's back?"

One of the martial saints frowned and muttered to himself.

Upon hearing this name, Situ Kong's anger soared, and he wished he could go and kill Zhao Dezhu immediately.

He was very familiar with Zhao Dezhu's actions; his crimes were countless, and he had stirred up trouble abroad. He never expected to see him here.

He thought Zhao Dezhu was dead, but he didn't expect him to be alive.

He was about to retort when he heard Chen Mo say, "You son of a bitch! You want to take my surname? You're insulting dogs. Come at me if you dare!"

"You think you can handle it? You fucking think you can handle it? If you can't, then you can't. Stop your whining and come over here to face this ordeal with me!"

Chen Mo's arrogant insults reached everyone's ears, and their anger soared. They were not Chen Mo, who was undergoing tribulation, and they all wanted to teach Chen Mo a lesson.

The most furious was Zhao Dezhu. Chen Mo's words made his eyes blaze with anger. He immediately displayed the aura of a Martial Venerable, revealing his laws. His entire body was enveloped in blood-red light, and a beam of blood-red light shot straight up into the sky above his head.

Within a 1-kilometer radius of him, everything was stained red with blood, and the fluctuations caused by the blood caused the surrounding air to ripple like water.

"You're asking for it! You think I'm afraid of you? You're incredibly arrogant! You little brat, let me teach you a lesson. And let you know why I'm called Zhao Dezhu."

After Zhao Dezhu finished speaking, he waved his staff, and a bloody hand formed in front of him, flying fiercely towards Chen Mo.

The bloody hand grew longer and longer in the wind, eventually becoming a thousand-meter-long bloody hand that slammed towards Chen Mo.

At the same time, the seventh lightning tribulation struck down.

Situ Kong turned pale with fright upon seeing this. With lightning above and Zhao Dezhu's bloody hand below, he didn't know if Chen Mo could withstand it and could only pray silently in his heart.

He wanted to help Chen Mo, but it was too late!

He could only desperately try to communicate telepathically with Chen Mo: "Chen Mo, be careful!"

The other Martial Saints and Martial Venerables showed no intention of making a move and simply watched from afar.

"I'm ready, I'll strike first and seize the artifact."

"Huh? Big brother, you're making your move so soon? The tribulation isn't over yet!"

"Seven lightning strikes are already the limit, and with Zhao Dezhu's intervention, that kid is already dead. We're both Martial Venerables, so let's take action directly. Don't be afraid of Zhao Dezhu!"

"Okay, big brother, I'll listen to you!"

The two had already prepared their moves and were ready to strike at any moment.

Those martial saints who had fled far away breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Zhao Dezhu ignored them.

Seeing Zhao Dezhu attack Chen Mo, they were secretly delighted and watched coldly, some even mocking him.

"Haha, this kid is dead meat! He actually dared to offend Venerable Zhao, he's practically courting death."

"With Venerable Zhao making a move, he's doomed. Speaking so arrogantly is nothing short of courting death!"

"I think his strength is only at the Martial Saint level, yet he's so arrogant, daring to offend a Venerable One. He's really asking for trouble. There's a tribulation lightning above him; if Venerable Zhao were to intervene, he'd surely die a gruesome death. What a pity, the divine artifact has fallen into Venerable Zhao's hands!"

Several martial saints felt a deep sense of regret. With Zhao Dezhu, a martial venerable, around, their desire to obtain the divine artifact was simply a pipe dream.

At this moment, facing attacks from both sides, Chen Mo remained calm and showed no sign of panic.

He controlled the Emperor's Banner, which fluttered in the wind, emitting a pale yellow light that enveloped him, forming a pale yellow, transparent sphere that completely surrounded his body.

boom!

The lightning struck the Emperor's Flag, producing a tremendous sound. The resulting shockwave materialized and spread outwards like ripples on water.

The Human Emperor's aura dissipated significantly, and his light dimmed considerably. The pale yellow barrier surrounding Chen Mo shattered with a crack.