High Martial Arts: Becoming a Liver Master

The two were only 10 meters apart, and the giant red hand was moving very fast, reaching them in an instant.

If it were Chen Mo, who was constrained by the rules, he definitely wouldn't have been able to withstand this blow and would have had to resort to his trump card.

But now.

There's no need to use any trump cards, because Chen Mo has already found a way to break the rule-based suppression.

Although it only resolved part of the rule suppression and couldn't unleash its full power, it was enough to deal with the current crisis.

In Chen Mo's eyes, the giant red hand moved as slowly as a snail, and its power was nothing special.

Chen stood there silently, with a smile on his face.

However, the Indian martial arts master believed that Chen Mo was so frightened that he was no longer able to put up any resistance.

He suddenly regretted using all his strength to kill Chen Mo in one fell swoop.

This took away a lot of his fun!

Although he regretted it somewhat, he did not withdraw the giant red hand. He could find another Great Xia person to continue torturing him, even if it meant losing a little fun.

What he was most concerned about now was why the Great Xia people in front of him, who had just been almost forced to kneel by his pressure, were now standing there upright, unaffected.

This is extremely important to him. If he doesn't understand it, he'll have to be very careful when he encounters other people from Great Xia.

In that case, I wouldn't be able to show off in front of the Xia people, which would be really frustrating.

However, the next moment.

His expression changed drastically as he witnessed an unbelievable scene.

The giant red hand passed right through Chen Mo's body, as if Chen Mo didn't exist.

Rumble...

After passing through Chen Mo, the giant red hand flew rapidly into the distance and slammed onto a distant hillside.

It made a huge noise, and the ground shook.

Wherever it passed, flowers, grass, and trees were pulverized. When it hit the hillside, it created a crater more than 10 meters deep.

The chaotic trail contrasted sharply with Chen Mo, who stood there perfectly intact, yet unable to find peace.

If it weren't for the messy ground behind Chen Mo, Wu Zun from India would have doubted whether the giant hand he slapped out was real.

"You...you...how did you do that?"

"How is this possible? How could you possibly dodge my full-force attack?"

The Three Kingdoms Warrior was starting to have an existential crisis, and even started to stutter when he spoke.

An overwhelming fear rose within him, but it quickly transformed into boundless rage, and he roared:

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it! I'll kill you!"

As he roared, his palm shone brightly, condensing into a long blade, which he then slashed fiercely at Chen Mo.

Swish!

A blade of light, more than 10 meters long, suddenly slashed down from above Chen Mo's head.

hum!

In an instant, a light golden protective shield formed on Chen Mo's body.

when!

The moment the shield formed, the blade struck it, and after a crisp sound, it didn't advance an inch further.

"Damn it!"

Wu Zun from the Indian Kingdom widened his eyes and suddenly increased his strength, trying to break through Chen Mo's protective barrier.

Even with all his might and all his effort, the beams of light could not advance an inch.

"Hehe! Put in some effort, haven't you eaten yet?"

Chen Mo said sarcastically, still standing there motionless.

"Shut up! Die!"

The warrior god of the Three Kingdoms, his face flushed red, roared, gripped the long sword in his hands, and tried to press down even harder.

"Ahhh..."

But Daoguang still didn't make any progress!

"boring!"

Chen Mo didn't even lift his eyelids before uttering those two words.

Being ignored like this, the Indian warrior immediately started yelling:

"Waaaaah, Curry, where are you, esteemed god! esteemed god! Come quick! (My newly bought plane! My newly bought plane! It's been attacked!)"

He seemed to have lost his mind, gripping the long sword high and slashing down repeatedly, muttering incoherently as if he were a madman.

"Clang clang clang..."

There was only the sound of metal clashing, but Chen Mo's protective shield remained completely still.

A minute later, the Indian warrior was still hacking and slashing.

Chen Mo yawned out of boredom, almost falling asleep.

"Ouch! Use some force! You can't even break through my protective barrier. How did you break through to Martial Venerable? Is this all the strength a Martial Venerable has?"

"Ahhh..." The Three Kingdoms Martial Venerable broke down in his defenses after being mocked by Chen Mo, and burst into tears.

"Huh? He's crying already?" Chen Mo was speechless. He never expected that the Martial Venerable of the Indian Kingdom would cry right after breaking his defenses. This was the first time he had ever seen this.

He was so arrogant just a moment ago, but now he's crying like a child. The contrast is really huge!

He stretched, but the crying Martial Venerable of the Indian Kingdom was startled, thinking that Chen Mo had started to make a move.

He immediately let out a howl, dropped the long knife in his hand, and turned to run.

"Holy crap! They're actually trying to run away!"

Chen Mo was also stunned by this crazy move, and he quickly chased after it.

Swish!

The next second, the person appeared 20 meters in front of the Indian martial arts master.

Brother Wu Zun was startled again, breaking out in a cold sweat. He instinctively turned around and continued running to the left.

But after taking only two steps, he was frozen in place.

He found he couldn't move his body and struggled to get up, but to no avail.

Immediately afterwards, he discovered that he could no longer use his true essence and spiritual power.

Fear immediately spread throughout my body. My heart pounded wildly, feeling like it was about to burst out of my chest. My blood rushed to my head, my face turned red, my breathing became rapid, the veins in my neck bulged, and my body trembled instinctively. But because I couldn't move, I remained in a running position.

The next second, he felt short of breath and realized he couldn't breathe.

His face, which had been flushed, quickly turned pale, tears welled up involuntarily, his pupils dilated, and his head began to feel dizzy.

Just then, Chen Mo's figure suddenly appeared in front of him, clearing his drowsy mind somewhat.

He could only control his gaze, and he begged Chen Mo for mercy.

Chen Mo glanced at what was in front of him, his eyes filled with fear. Rather than seek the Martial Venerable of the Indian Kingdom, he quickly looked away.

Offense and defense shift, roles change.

Chen Mo ignored the man's pleas for mercy.

His gaze was calm as he said indifferently, "You wanted me to kneel and beg for mercy before, you wanted to torture me severely, you never thought of letting me go. Do you think I would let you go if you begged for mercy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the martial arts master from India knelt down with a thud.

Kneeling on the ground, he discovered he could breathe again and began to gasp for air.

Thinking that he could move his body, he tried to struggle, but found that he still couldn't move and could only breathe.

Seeing this Indian warrior kneeling on the ground like a dead dog, humbly begging for mercy.

Chen Mo felt no ripples in his heart. He extended his right hand and gently clenched it.

With a whoosh, the soul of the Martial Venerable of the Three Kingdoms was extracted by him.

"Let me see your memories..."