High-level martial arts: Starting with a heart of steel, stats crush everything.

Downstairs, Chen Li was standing next to a large semi-trailer truck used for fresh produce.

"Did we buy too much? I wonder if my wife can manage all of this by herself."

Chen Li was conflicted. On the one hand, he wanted to entertain Yang Zuo well as a guest, but on the other hand, he was worried that his wife would be too tired.

The most important thing is that I don't have a pot that big at home...

Should we move to a bigger house?

Just as Chen Li was struggling with his decision, Chen Mo and Yang Zuo, who were only wearing pajamas, walked out of the building entrance.

"You two kids, it's so cold outside, why don't you wear more clothes?"

Chen Li frowned. In his subconscious, Chen Mo and Yang Zuo were still just eighteen or nineteen-year-old kids.

Although the weather is not below freezing, it's not safe to go out in just your pajamas.

That silly boy has so much energy!

"Dad, we're both level seven and level eight martial artists, so we're immune to heat and cold for a long time."

Chen Mo smiled helplessly. No matter how strong he became, he would always be a child in his parents' eyes.

"Yes, yes, yes, as you get older, your brain doesn't work as well anymore."

Chen Li only realized what Chen Mo meant when he heard his words, and awkwardly slapped his forehead.

"I prepared a lot of meat, can you two..."

The refrigerated truck's cabinet door was opened, revealing a variety of fresh meats packed full of them.

Beef, mutton, pork, chicken, duck, fish—all kinds of meat are available.

"I didn't know what you liked to eat, Yangzuo, so I just bought a little bit of everything."

"This is... a little bit?" Chen Mo roughly estimated that this truckload would contain at least three tons of various kinds of meat.

Even if Yang Zuo really was the reincarnation of Taotie, it's impossible for him to eat that much in a month...

That's not necessarily true.

I haven't seen this guy eat as much as he wants yet.

"If all else fails, I'll call two workers over; there's just too much stuff."

Chen Li is now quite well-off, so he doesn't have to calculate things as much as before.

"No need, there's not much."

Chen Mo shook his head, rolled up his sleeves, and grabbed half a cow from inside the carriage.

"We can't take the elevator, let's just go in from the balcony."

Chen Mo glanced back at Yang Zuo, who was carrying three sheep and a pig on his back.

"it is good."

Yang Zuo had no objection to Chen Mo's suggestion and turned around to confirm the floor where Chen Mo's house was located.

"Hey! What are you two doing...?"

Before Chen Li could finish speaking, Chen Mo and Yang Zuo pushed off with their legs and jumped towards Chen Mo's balcony like human cannonballs.

"My son...is he that strong?"

Chen Li felt a little ashamed. He knew his son was very capable, but he had only seen that on TV.

When Chen Mo finally stood before him, Chen Li was still incredibly surprised by Chen Mo's terrifying explosive power.

"This is what a martial artist is like..."

In the shadowy sentry post, several fourth-level martial artists stared at each other, realizing that if Chen Mo were at home, he really wouldn't need them.

"So, the manager just said we should help out with some work when needed. Does that mean we don't need to anymore?"

A younger sentry turned to look at the middle-aged man beside him.

"Have you forgotten that the Governor said there's no need to disturb the Chen family?"

The middle-aged man didn't want to bother with the young sentry, but he still explained out of a sense of responsibility as a senior.

"Yes, yes, let's just stay put."

......

Seventy kilometers before the abyss and rift in Taizhou City, a road of no return.

The dilapidated southeastern headquarters of the Abyss Cult.

"Archbishop, all the believers have gathered together."

A man who looked extremely disheveled, with only one arm left, sat on a dusty bishop's chair.

He looked at the homeless man kneeling in front of him with a cold and malicious expression.

"The once-powerful Southeast Diocese, with tens of thousands of followers, is now reduced to just a few dozen?"

"Governor-General Yu Jinling of Zhejiang Province, along with the Zhejiang Provincial Military Bureau and the Southeast Military Command, besieged and suppressed the Divine Cult for six months..."

The aura emanating from that homeless man was not weak; one could sense that he was a mid-level fourth-grade martial artist.

"And then there's Song Bin, the governor of the Southern Island, who joined forces to besiege the Divine Cult. The Southeast Diocese was almost... wiped out."

He originally held a minor position within the Abyss Cult.

However, ever since the Abyss Cult and Chen Mo came into contact, the overall situation has taken a sharp turn for the worse, and now it has fallen to the brink of annihilation.

Not to mention the Southwest Diocese, which was completely wiped out.

The body of Archbishop Priest of the Southwest Diocese has still not been found; he was a master!

"All of this is inextricably linked to Chen Mo."

The archbishop's expression grew even more resentful. Ever since Zhao Dehai targeted Chen Mo, the Abyss Cult's power had been collapsing like a drowning man taking a laxative.

"Do you still have the artifact I asked you to keep?"

The archbishop turned to look at the homeless man, his resentful expression gradually fading.

"Of course, Your Excellency."

The homeless man tore open his shirt and used his fingernails to cut open his stomach.

A blood-red crystal was removed, and the homeless man's expression instantly became listless.

"Yu Jinling and the Southeast Military Command are preparing for the final encirclement and annihilation; neither of us can escape death."

"But before we die, we still have a mission to fulfill."

The archbishop took the blood-red crystal, cut open his own flesh, and buried the crystal inside.

In an instant, the archbishop's severed arm grew back.

However... that severed arm was not made of flesh and blood, but rather an arm composed of crystals full of cracks.

Countless crystal clusters pierced the archbishop's skin and grew out, and his eyes gradually turned into crystals.

"I will remain dormant and wait for the right moment to summon the Great Demon of the Abyss."

"I want to see whether Yu Jinling and the military will choose the million people of Taizhou or Chen Mo alone."

"Hmph hmph hmph..."

That's right, even with one arm severed, his Grandmaster essence damaged, and his life core cracked, this guy still made the same choice as before.

This forces Yu Jinling to choose between the public and Chen Mo.

As for the Grand Masters Academy and Song Bin, the Archbishop was not worried.

Even at the speed of a grandmaster, it would take at least eight minutes to get here from the South Island and Kunlun Mountain.

He's just a level seven martial artist; even if he's injured, he can still crush him in eight minutes!

Including his family, none of them will escape!

The archbishop is in a similar state to Zhao Dehai; both of them have inexplicably come to hate Chen Mo.

No, the archbishop's feelings now go beyond what the word "hatred" can describe.

He attributed the Abyss Cult's siege and shrinking influence to Chen Mo.

But thinking about it, it makes sense; these things are indeed inextricably linked to Chen Mo.

However, Chen Mo himself had no idea what was going on; he had even completely forgotten about the Abyss Cult, that bunch of worthless scoundrels.

At this moment, Chen Mo's house was filled with smoke, and thick, choking smoke billowed out from his home.