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

Without hesitation, Wu Jiuqiao drew his weapon and stabbed at the hand behind him, but the weapon only made a crisp sound when it touched the hand.

Sparks flew, and Chen Mo's face, covered in bits of flesh and blood, appeared before everyone's eyes.

"Chen Mo, don't do it! He's one of us!"

Shen Qiqing's hair stood on end; he had personally witnessed how Chen Mo had blasted the Abyss Demon apart with a single punch.

"One of our own?"

Chen Mo tilted his head, a smile appearing on his blood-covered face.

"Would someone from my own side pull out a knife against me?"

"I think you're a traitor who infiltrated our ranks!"

As he spoke, Chen Mo's fingers tightened, and Wu Jiuqiao's head visibly deformed.

"Chen Mo, he's definitely one of us!"

Ma Wanglin stepped forward and patted Chen Mo's arm, opening her purple bio-helmet to reveal her face.

Chen Mo blinked, released his grip, and shook his head vigorously.

This must be a side effect of the Darkin Heart; if one kills too much, one may even become unable to distinguish friend from foe.

"You're Chen Mo!?"

With a sharp point popped out of his head, Wu Jiuqiao turned his head and looked over. Ignoring the excruciating pain in his head, he quickly put away his weapon.

"Governor Song and I are practically friends. He asked me to give you this when I have time."

Chen Mo paused for a moment, then took a USB flash drive from Wu Jiuqiao's hand.

"I was planning to go see Uncle Song. Is he still on the South Island?"

Seeing that Wu Jiuqiao was sensible enough not to bring up what had just happened, Chen Mo didn't say anything more and changed the subject.

"No, Song Bin has been transferred. I don't know exactly where he was transferred to. They said it's a highly classified matter."

Wu Jiuqiao tried to pinch his head back to its original shape, but no matter how he pinched it, it still looked strange.

Unable to stand it any longer, Chen Mo slapped Wu Jiuqiao on the top of his head, which restored his head to its normal shape.

"He was transferred..."

Chen Mo frowned. Uncle Song hadn't told him about this.

"Speaking of which, where exactly is the beast tide?"

Dazed from the slap, Wu Jiuqiao struggled to his feet, searching for the enemy in the distress call.

"They escaped; there were too many for me to kill them all."

Chen Mo sighed with some regret; his speed was still too slow.

Or perhaps he was too weak; a mere thirty Abyss Demons were enough to hold him back.

Aside from Gu Feng and a few others, all the other grandmasters had a question mark above their heads.

Kill the Light Abyss Beast?

Is this something a human being should say?

Chen Mo glanced at his attributes; his health had broken through the 8 billion mark, making his journey to the middle-level abyss much safer.

"We'll be leaving now if there's nothing else. You guys can handle the cleanup."

Chen Mo shook himself violently, and the blood mist on his body was completely dispelled.

After taking out a new set of clothes from his storage space and changing, Chen Mo led Gu Feng and the others to leave.

"Wait a moment!"

Shen Qiqing shouted, and Wu Jiuqiao quickly gave him a look to keep quiet.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Mo turned his head and looked at it, asking with some confusion.

"Little Ma, come here."

Shen Qiqing didn't want to stop Chen Mo, but rather wanted to have a private conversation with Ma Wanglin.

Ma Wanglin nodded, and Chen Mo then released her hand.

The group of people consciously moved to the side, making it seem as if they wouldn't eavesdrop.

But how could the group with their highly developed hearing not hear the conversation? They all pricked up their ears.

"Xiao Ma, what's your relationship with Chen Mo?"

Shen Qiqing looked Ma Wanglin up and down, whose temperament had changed drastically. As someone who had been through it all, he knew under what circumstances a girl's temperament would change so drastically.

After a girl transforms into a woman.

He is my...boyfriend.

Ma Wanglin's face flushed slightly. She was only a nineteen-year-old girl, and she was still embarrassed to be asked such a question by her elders.

"Hiss!!" The surrounding masters all gasped in shock.

They were quite curious about how Ma Wanglin managed to subdue this killer.

"When you told me before that you wanted to introduce someone to your parents, were you also going to bring Chen Mo?"

Shen Qiqing narrowed his eyes. To him, Ma Wanglin was no different from his own daughter. He only found out now that his daughter had been taken advantage of!

What a dereliction of duty!

"Hmm..." Ma Wanglin's face was already flushed. Was she being a little too forward?

She took the initiative to bring her boyfriend home to meet her parents; they'd only been dating for a few days...

"Ugh..." Shen Qiqing scratched his head in frustration. He didn't know how to face Chen Mo, his 'son-in-law'.

If it were anyone else of Ma Wanglin's age, Shen Qiqing would ask them all sorts of questions as if he were an elder.

But Chen Mo is different; this guy can tear apart a grandmaster at such a young age.

He was afraid that if he asked too many questions, Chen Mo would tear him apart.

"Does he hit you? Has he bullied you when you're together?"

Shen Qiqing mustered his courage. If Xiao Ma said today that Chen Mo had bullied her, Shen Qiqing would teach that brat a lesson even if he was beaten to death.

When the word "hit" was mentioned, Ma Wanglin's face turned even redder.

"No, Chen Mo treats me very well."

A few minutes later, Shen Qiqing led Ma Wanglin by the hand and walked to Chen Mo's side.

"I'm leaving Xiao Ma in your care. Treat her well."

Shen Qiqing took a deep breath and forced himself to act like an elder.

Beneath that tough exterior lies a mind that is utterly hollow.

"Let's get some rest tonight. Tomorrow I'll take you to meet Xiao Ma's 'parents'."

"Xiao Ma, go to the side first. Uncle Shen and your boyfriend need to talk alone for a bit."

Chen Mo smiled at Ma Wanglin, indicating that he wouldn't lay a hand on her elders, and Ma Wanglin happily ran to the side.

"Chen Mo...you don't mind if I call you Chen Mo, do you?"

After thinking for a while, Shen Qiqing felt that the two of them were not yet familiar enough to use nicknames, so he simply called Chen Mo by his full name.

"It's alright, Uncle Shen, you can just call me Xiao Mo."

When facing his own people, Chen Mo is always kind and tolerant.

"Okay, then I'll call you Xiao Mo."

Shen Qiqing nodded, sighed, and began to recount Ma Wanglin's childhood experiences.