Chapter 4: Chen Mo's Wrath

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  Chen Yan's breathing quickened, knowing that the small hole in the sky would close soon. If he didn't leave now, when would he? But his heart was blocked with a mouthful of stagnant air, unable to go up or down, as if suffocating himself. He really hadn't expected this waste to be able to stand up after being beaten like that - wasn't he afraid of death? His venomous gaze turned into an obsession, vowing not to rest until he got what belonged to Chen Mo.

  "For the last time, hand over the treasure." Chen Ye's face twisted in a fierce scowl, though he didn't know what good thing Chen Mo had obtained, but judging from his appearance, it was certainly no ordinary object.

  Chen Mo gazed at his overbearing attitude, feeling indignant and resentful in his heart. With a belly full of bitter resentment, he looked up at the sky and laughed loudly. In his heart, he was resolute: "He can endure any insult to himself, but never touch my bottom line - that is, my family members. Even if I only have one last breath left, I will fight to the end."

  Took out the jade box and took out the Chi Yan Ling fruit.

  "What? Is it the Scarlet Flame Spirit Fruit?" Chen Yan was overjoyed, and indeed it was a treasure, a good thing. Just as he was about to rush over and grab it...

  Chen Mo coldly laughed and then swallowed the Chi Yan Ling Guo and blood directly with one raise of his hand.

  Don't be arrogant and reckless, young man!

  "Are you crazy?" Chen Ye's eyes widened in shock, his heart racing with fear. A low-ranking Spirit Disciple like him actually dared to swallow the unrefined Scarlet Flame Spirit Fruit, it was like adding fuel to a fire. The intense flames would incinerate his limited lifespan, completely self-destructive. His death wouldn't be a big deal, but this precious treasure would be wasted.

  However, Chen Mo's provocative actions thoroughly enraged him. Even if he had swallowed the Scarlet Flame Spirit Fruit, what could he do? The weak and feeble aura of a waste like him could only last for so long. He was absolutely confident that he could crush him like an ant.

  "You beast, you wasteful beast!" Chen Ye's face was filled with rage as his body flashed, the dark energy in his dantian surging out through his meridians. A wave of scorching heat enveloped his palm, and a fierce gust of wind shot towards Chen Mo, striking him with a deadly blow to the chest.

  Chen Yan's fierce and scorching palm wind came face to face, Chen Mo raised his fist and hard-facedly met it head-on, ready to fight to the end.

  In the collision, Chen Mo felt a sharp pain in his heart, and his double fists were unable to block the attack. He was slapped by Chen Ye on the chest with one palm, and one fist was blasted away by Chen Ye, falling to the edge of the stone platform. His two legs hung empty above the molten pool, surrounded by danger.

  And he was suddenly filled with a surge of energy, as if the air in his dantian had been ignited like a flame bursting out of a pile of wood, violently sweeping through his entire body. His chest heaved violently, and the fierce medicinal effects of the Red Flame Fruit began to erupt.

  At this time, the fierce wind poured in from the broken sky wall, stirring up flying sand and walking stones, sweeping horizontally. The small cave trembled violently, and the stone blocks at the edge of the entrance fell off, blocking part of the entrance, leaving only half of it.

  "Trash, yet he consumed a second-grade rare delicacy and triggered the power of the spiritual medicine. How laughable."

  Chen Yan's face was twisted in a fierce scowl, with an air of unexpected triumph, as he advanced with extreme ferocity, intent on pushing Chen Mo into the smelting pool, wanting him to die without even leaving behind any bones. It seemed that only this could alleviate the hatred in his heart.

  Chen Mo endured the scorching pain of the flames, his hand grasping the stone pedestal with a death grip, refusing to let himself fall into the boiling molten pool. With great difficulty, he raised his head, his eyes cold and proud, his face even more resolute. He gritted his teeth and leapt onto the pedestal, his spine as straight as a thousand-year-old pine tree, using the "Thousand Year Old" stance as his foundation, his toes digging into the rock like roots. The tall and slightly lonely figure of the youth was like a solitary evergreen standing on a cliff, defying the biting wind.

  Time was pressing, Chen Ye thought of a quick battle, one move had not been made yet, the fierce flame palm's destructive and devastating aura, wantonly tried to destroy everything, drew an arc in the air, cunningly directly attacking Chen Mo's temple.

  But this time, Chen Mo didn't retreat half a step again. He covered his head with both fists and sent them forward. The fists and palms intersected, and the violent energy exploded fiercely between the two fists, making a dull booming sound that echoed through the air. The rocks under their feet were also shaken slightly, sending out flying debris.

  At close range, Chen Mo was like a green bamboo in the stormy rain, resilient and upright. The flesh and blood of his arms, meridians, and internal organs were all withstanding the violent impact. His blue shirt was now torn to shreds, stained with blood, and fluttering in the air from the force of the blow. In the turmoil, another mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, and the gap in strength could not be easily erased.

  From the moment he swallowed the Scarlet Flame Spirit Fruit, Chen Mo knew his fate was sealed. Either he would be beaten to death by the enraged Chen Ye or the fire poison would corrode his internal organs, burning him to a painful death.

  The Chi Yan Ling fruit is a precious heavenly material and earthly treasure, but many innate spiritual medicines in this world contain lethal toxins if not processed. For example, the Chi Yan Ling fruit contains a large amount of deadly fire poison. Even Chen Ye, a fire-type Xuan Qi cultivator, would not be able to withstand such fire poison.

  An unbearable burning sensation has spread throughout Chen Mo's five organs and six viscera. His body, every moment, every breath is under the scorching flames.

  At the same time, the powerful medicinal properties of the Scarlet Flame Spirit Fruit also began to take effect, scorching his blood vessels and meridians.

  Moreover, this medicine is of a fiery nature, which is completely different from the Qingmu Jue that Chen Mo has been cultivating. This actually accelerated Chen Mo's path to death.

  Knowing that there was no way to avoid it, Chen Mo let out a furious roar and pounced on him like a fierce beast. The fire poison that had been lurking in his lungs suddenly burst forth, forming a thin layer of flame-like crimson mist.

  Even if it's death, I'll drag Chen Ye down with me. If he hadn't forced himself so much, I could have cured Big Brother's leg.

  Chen Ye let out a loud roar, stood up straight, and like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit, his right arm ignited with fierce flames. He spun around in mid-air once, then with the force of Mount Tai pressing down, his right palm struck Chen Mo fiercely.

  But this palm, apparently did not have an obvious effect. Under the drive of Chen Mo's innate ability, his body was filled with violent fire energy, and he stubbornly withstood Chen Ye's blow, only breaking two ribs and spitting out a mouthful of hot blood.

  Chen Yan was splashed with hot blood, and the fresh blood containing fire poison suddenly began to scorch his skin. The pain and terror made him scream in agony. But his nightmare had only just begun, as Chen Mo suddenly appeared behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist in a tight bear hug.

  Chen Mo's body was internally bursting with energy, the fierce flames of his Fire-type aura wildly tearing at him, hot air spreading throughout his body. The explosive and violent flames of his Fire-type aura burst out from within him.

  He suddenly hugged Chen Ye tightly, his spine straightened, and the tips of his feet were inserted into the rock crevices at different angles in front of and behind him.

  It was another defensive move, the Evergreen, but this time, he used both hands to entwine Chen Ye like a tendril, wrapping him in and rooting them both to the spot.

  Apart from the fire poison corroding in Chen Mo's body, those frantic yet pure spiritual liquids temporarily increased his strength by a large margin. Coupled with Chen Ye being locked and unable to move, he was flustered and at a loss, no matter how hard he struggled, it was as if he was entwined by an ancient vine, unable to break free.

  Chen Yan's eyes bulged in horror, his liver and gallbladder bursting with fear. He desperately kicked back with his heels, but couldn't shake off Chen Mo's grip. The small cave was on the verge of collapse, and the entrance had shrunk to half its size. If they didn't get out soon, they would be buried alive.

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