High Martial Arts: Becoming a Liver Master

Although Chen Mo's body was trembling and his knees were bent at a considerable angle, he still gritted his teeth and held on, refusing to kneel down.

His facial muscles clenched his teeth, making him look somewhat ferocious. His expression was complex, showing fear, anger, and an extremely intense struggle.

But his eyes revealed a ruthlessness and killing intent that the martial master from the Indian Kingdom could not perceive.

Time passed slowly, and Chen Mo never knelt down under the immense pressure.

"How can you possibly still hold on?"

The Three Kingdoms Martial Venerable looked surprised. According to his prediction, Chen Mo would definitely not last more than 30 seconds, but now he had lasted for a minute.

However, he was only surprised for a moment, and then he laughed again.

"Good, good, good! I didn't expect you to be such a tough nut to crack! That makes things even more interesting!"

Before Chen Mo could answer, the Martial Venerable of the Three Kingdoms began to increase the pressure.

"What exactly do you want? Are you just trying to torture me and use me for your own amusement?"

Chen Mo gritted his teeth and questioned him, enunciating each word clearly.

As he spoke, his body trembled even more violently, and his knees were bent at almost a 90-degree angle, just a little bit away from kneeling down.

"Ha ha……"

"You lowly and inferior people of Great Xia are not followers of the Divine Ox God, but heretics, just like ferocious beasts. You killed so many strong people of my Indian Kingdom, so naturally I must avenge them."

"I'll torture you mercilessly! Haha, you didn't expect that, did you? In this secret realm, you're all suppressed by the rules, unable to even use your true essence. You're just lambs to the slaughter."

"After torturing you to the point of wishing you were dead, we'll sacrifice you to the Great Ox God so he can savor your body and soul!"

The Three Kingdoms Martial Venerable made no attempt to hide his disgust for Chen Mo, looking at him as if he were an ant, his eyes filled with undisguised killing intent.

After hearing these words, Chen Mo understood. The Indians were incredibly arrogant and disdainful of others.

Moreover, they looked down on the people of Great Xia from the bottom of their hearts. When Zhang Wuji and his group entered India and assassinated the remaining Japanese, they had already angered the powerful people of India.

For a long time, India has regarded the Xia people as heretics and cultivation materials, so it has used all sorts of cruel methods on them.

The Indian martial arts master in front of him wanted to torture Chen Mo severely, making him wish he were dead.

Chen Mo was not surprised by this approach. He had previously used soul-searching on the warriors of India to obtain a lot of their memories.

In their memories, they instinctively loathed the Daxia people, regarding them as heretics and not as human beings.

and so.

Chen Mo felt utterly disgusted by these Indians and would never let them go.

What's even more despicable is that these Arabs instill in their children from a young age the idea that the Bactrians are heretics, food for them, and that they can kill any Bactrian they see, regardless of age or gender.

Therefore, upon seeing Chen Mo, the first thing this Indian martial arts master did was not to immediately hunt him down, but to torture him severely and trample his dignity into the ground.

"Haha, I have plenty of time. Let's see how long you can keep this up."

Seeing that Chen Mo was still able to hold on, even with his knees bent at 90 degrees, the Indian martial arts master's smile deepened.

"You, what's your name? Is it fun to torture me here? Where are your other companions? Why aren't they searching for rare treasures in the secret realm?"

Chen Mo was a little curious. If he remembered correctly, at the beginning, he had heard this Indian martial arts master brag to his companions that he had seen Chen Mo.

"You ant are not worthy to know my name. I am the great Martial Venerable of India. It is your honor to be tortured by me."

"You ants, why don't you kneel down and pay your respects before me!"

This Indian warrior suddenly turned to the side, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and struck a pose that was both profound and unfathomable.

Then, ignoring Chen Mo, he took out an altar and placed it on the ground in front of him.

Above the altar, a golden minotaur was placed.

This golden minotaur was crafted from gold, with two horns that slanted forward. It had a human face and a bull's nose, adorned with a bull's ring and a rope that draped around its neck, the end of which was hidden in its hair behind its back. Clad in imposing armor and wielding a steel fork, it struck a pose as if on the hunt.

As soon as the golden minotaur was placed on the altar, the altar was activated, and the divine runes carved on it immediately shone, connecting with each other through tiny red lights, thus activating the array.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Zun Zun from the Indian Kingdom started dancing the curry dance, raising his hands high and shaking them wildly, bending his legs and hopping around like a crab.

He was also singing a very abstract song:

"Respected God! Respected God! It's down! (Transliteration: The plane I just bought! The plane I just bought! It's been attacked!)"

"..."

This Indian martial arts master kept singing and dancing on repeat, leaving Chen Mo speechless.

Damn it!

It's really an eyesore, why make it so abstract!

Chen Mo couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.

Then he simply stopped holding it in and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha……"

Chen Mo's laughter was extremely grating, drowning out the singing of the Three Kingdoms Warrior.

The movements of the Martial Venerable of the Three Kingdoms suddenly stopped. He turned around and glared at Chen Mo, his killing intent erupting. A tremendous pressure descended, pressing down entirely on Chen Mo.

"Damn heretic! Shut up, you're asking for death! How dare you blaspheme the Divine Ox! Kneel down and atone for your sins, beg for the Divine Ox's forgiveness!"

however.

The scene of Chen Mo kneeling on the ground that I had imagined did not appear. Instead, Chen Mo stood there straight, his gaze frighteningly calm.

The Martial Venerable of the Three Kingdoms was stunned to see that Chen Mo was unaffected by his pressure.

He refused to believe in evil and continued to increase the pressure, infusing it with his own killing intent. This pressure was almost tangible, pressing directly on Chen Mo.

"Die!"

The Three Kingdoms Martial Venerable's face was contorted with rage; he could already picture Chen Mo being crushed into a pulp!

however.

Chen Mo remained standing there upright, completely unaffected, as if the oppressive aura did not exist.

"How is that possible!"

The Martial Venerable of the Three Kingdoms' expression changed drastically. "How come you're not affected by the wires?"

Although he didn't know what was going on, the martial master from the Indian Kingdom had regained consciousness.

He suddenly made a move, striking out with his palm. A powerful surge of true energy flowed from his palm, instantly transforming into a translucent red palm even larger than Chen Mo's, which swiftly struck towards Chen Mo.

As this giant, semi-transparent red hand moved, it caused the surrounding space to distort, displaying ripples like water.

This palm strike was clearly delivered with all its might, intended to turn Chen Mo into a pulp.

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