"Chen Mo, surrender and perhaps you'll live. Otherwise, today is your death day!"
An elder stroked his beard and said.
"Why waste words with this brat? If we let him live, we'll all be in danger." another elder stated.
"Indeed, this child cannot be allowed to live."
Soon, everyone had pronounced Chen Mo's death sentence.
A glint of coldness flashed in Chen Mo's eyes, his fists clenched tightly, his face showing no fear.
"Mr. Chen, we're here to help you!"
Suddenly, a voice rang out from the crowd.
A dozen figures strode forward, arriving before Chen Mo.
Witnessing this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but sneer, "Heh, I wondered who it was, but it's just a mob of rabble from Jiangbei. You mere martial artists who aren't even masters, you dare oppose us?"
Those who had suddenly appeared were Zhang Chaoyang and his companions.
Zhang Chaoyang said in a low voice, "Mr. Chen, when the chaos erupts, you must escape quickly."
With that, Zhang Chaoyang and the others turned and shielded Chen Mo.
"Since you seek death, this old man will oblige you." an elder chuckled mockingly, his figure already lunging forward.
Chen Mo's gaze sharpened. He yanked Zhang Chaoyang back and met the elder's palm with a punch.
Because he acted too quickly, Chen Mo didn't have time to borrow Yuan Qi from his Ancestor.
"Stomp, stomp, stomp!"
Chen Mo retreated several steps before coming to a halt.
Simultaneously, a surge of blood and Qi churned within him, and his arm went numb.
The elder's expression froze.
He clearly felt that Chen Mo had not used Yuan Qi just now, but had met his palm with a direct physical blow.
"Brat, your cultivation seems peculiar. Just now, I didn't sense any Yuan Qi within you."
Upon hearing the elder's words, everyone rejoiced, "Could it be that this brat is at the end of his rope, his Yuan Qi depleted?"
"Then this brat's life is mine."
Suddenly, the elder standing on the far right lunged forward.
His eyes were fixed on the ring on Chen Mo's hand.
He had once seen in an ancient book that such a ring was likely a legendary storage ring.
He intended to kill Chen Mo directly and, when no one was looking, seize the ring for himself.
The elder unleashed his full power from the outset.
He planned to end Chen Mo's life with a single strike.
Otherwise, if others noticed the ring, he wouldn't have many opportunities.
"Ancestor, help!" Chen Mo shouted in his mind, throwing a punch towards the elder's palm.
"Brat, you're dead."
Before the last word was uttered,
The elder's palm collided with Chen Mo's fist.
The next second, the elder's face changed drastically, his intended words caught in his throat.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud.
The elder hastily retreated several steps, caught by a companion before he could fall.
Looking at his palm, the elder was filled with horror.
A clear fist print remained on his palm.
His hand and arm had been shattered in an instant.
"Damn it, didn't you say he was at the end of his rope?" the elder glared at his companion.
Then, he said sternly, "This brat is strange. Everyone, attack together and kill him!"
The next moment, everyone ceased holding back and charged towards Chen Mo.
"You guys, hurry and leave. You're no match for them; staying here is just seeking death!" Chen Mo instructed Zhang Chaoyang and the others beside him.
Zhang Chaoyang, however, shook his head, a look of defiance on his face, "Mr. Chen, since we've chosen to follow you, we won't fear death!"
At this moment, Zhang Chaoyang was also gambling, staking his entire family's fortune and lives.
Zhang Chaoyang and the others jointly engaged the two elders.
"Bang!"
With a palm strike, Zhang Chaoyang spat out a mouthful of blood, his figure sent flying.
In just a moment, Zhang Chaoyang and his companions were all defeated by their opponents.
Facing the encirclement and attacks, Chen Mo's expression was incredibly grave.
After all, he had not yet reached the Grandmaster realm, and his strength was far from a match for these individuals.
His ability to hold on now relied on the Yuan Qi borrowed from his Ancestor.
"Ancestor, can you hold on?" Chen Mo quickly asked.
"No problem," the Ancestor responded sternly.
Although the Ancestor claimed it was fine, Chen Mo could sense the strain in his voice.
"Bang!"
Several elders attacked Chen Mo head-on. Suddenly, the middle-aged man appeared behind Chen Mo and struck his back with a palm.
"Pfft!"
Chen Mo coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body crashing forward.
And before Chen Mo, awaiting him, were the full-power attacks of two elders.
Chen Mo abruptly kicked forward.
"Hiss!"
The sole of his shoe instantly tore, finally halting his momentum.
Chen Mo stumbled several steps to the right, escaping the pincer attack.
However, Chen Mo's expression was extremely grim.
A trace of blood lingered at the corner of his mouth.
"Brat, today is your death day. If you have any last words, I can give you a chance to speak them. After all, it is my honor to slay a genius," the elder said, stroking his beard.
"Last words? I don't need them!" Chen Mo retorted coldly.
"Brat, since you wish to die, I shall grant it. Attack together! This time, kill him!"
As the elder's voice fell, everyone charged at Chen Mo once more.
"Ancestor, today, I might be finished here," Chen Mo said solemnly in his mind.
"You little brat, do you think your Ancestor, a dignified immortal, only has this much ability?" the Ancestor's voice echoed in Chen Mo's mind.
Chen Mo's expression flickered. Suddenly, Chen Mo felt a powerful energy surge into his body!
"Relax your body and hand over control to me," the Ancestor instructed again.
Chen Mo obeyed, relaxing his body and relinquishing control to his Ancestor.
"My sworn grandson, do you think you can harm him?" However, at this moment, an elder's voice suddenly echoed from the staircase.
The voice was not loud, but it made everyone present's hearts lurch.
Several Grandmasters looked aghast, hastily stopping their movements and turning their gaze towards the staircase.
Chen Mo frowned slightly, also looking over.
Suddenly, an elder's figure slowly appeared.
The elder walked slowly, yet in the blink of an eye, he was already beside Chen Mo.
This sight stunned everyone present, their mouths agape.
"Grand... Grandfather." Upon seeing the figure before him, Chen Mo's expression also changed dramatically.
For the one who had appeared was none other than Li Chongtian, who had appeared at the Ouyang family and made him acknowledge him as his grandfather!
"Who are you? How dare you interfere in our affairs? Do you know that if we several families stomp our feet, the entire ancient martial world will tremble!" the middle-aged man's voice was cold.