"Who?"

Chen Mo retreated in front of Wu Xin’Er, his sword-like brows furrowing, as his Ancient Heavy Pupils looked in the direction of the incoming attack.

Jiang Ruoqing sensed something was amiss, and after severely injuring one person and repelling the Poison King and Chang Wuming, her figure also swiftly retreated, landing beside Chen Mo.

Then, three figures wearing conical hats entered the Treasure Vault, watching the ancient wooden box beneath Chen Mo’s feet. Zheng Tianshan took out the heavy sword carried on his back, as tall as an adult, and struck it hard on the ground of the Treasure Vault, causing a faint tremor, showing the weight of the heavy sword:

"Truly, beneath the great reputation, there must be something extraordinary. Prince Zhen Nan, I have long admired you."

Zheng Tianshan removed the conical hat from his head and gave a slight fist salute to Chen Mo.

The strange fragrance in the storeroom had no effect on him, clearly having taken the antidote in advance.

Chen Mo didn’t speak, as speaking would allow the strange fragrance to enter his body through his mouth and nose.

"Master." Chang Wuming and two other Third Grade Innate Martial Artists kneeled on one knee before Zheng Tianshan, respectfully clasping their fists.

The Poison King’s pupils shrank; he knew Chang Wuming’s martial skills came from the Celestial Secret Tower. Although the Celestial Secret Tower had long vanished, no news of a change in leadership had ever emerged over a hundred years, so the person whom Chang Wuming called ’Master’ could only be Zheng Tianshan, who became famous over a hundred years ago.

Earlier, Yuan Kong also mentioned Zheng Benefactor, hence it was undoubtedly Zheng Tianshan.

Over a hundred years ago, Zheng Tianshan was already a First Grade Martial Artist, and being alive now, how terrifying must his strength be.

Since this person is Zheng Tianshan, then those two...

Fan Benefactor, Ouyang Benefactor, could it be?

A look of shock appeared on the Poison King’s face.

Old He had his eyes wide open, staring at Ouyang Zi, never expecting him to still be alive; a cycle ago, when he saw him, he looked like he was on the verge of death.

But now, a cycle later, seeing him again, he seemed full of vigor and life, his eyes flashing with brilliance.

Ouyang Zi noticed He Pingzhou’s expression and greeted him with a smile: "Pingzhou, long time no see, have your spear techniques improved?"

Ouyang Zi looked over He Pingzhou and was surprised to find him unarmed, bare-handed instead.

Fan Yanglou didn’t indulge in nostalgic greetings like Ouyang Zi. Looking at the box under Chen Mo’s feet, he said seriously: "We are many, and even with your outstanding talent, two fists can’t fight against four hands. We came for the Foundation Establishment Pill. If you hand over the pill, I’ll let you leave."

"We cannot let him go. Once he returns, with a million Imperial Guards pressing in, we will all die." The crippled old man struggled to stand up; he had not yet obtained the Supreme Divine Skill from Rama’s Remains, how could he let Chen Mo leave so easily.

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Zi couldn’t help but facepalm, inwardly cursing the old man’s ancestors for eighteen generations.

Zheng Tianshan also furrowed his brows.

Fan Yanglou wished to kill the crippled old man with a single slap. Did he not think of that? Of course, he wouldn’t let Chen Mo leave, after all, Chen Mo wasn’t just a First Grade Martial Artist; he could summon hundreds of thousands of Imperial Guards with a mere gesture, didn’t he know there would be repercussions down the line?

He said this to lower Chen Mo’s guard, intending to first secure the Foundation Establishment Pill.

Now that the crippled old man shouted, his plan was undoubtedly thwarted.

In truth, even if the crippled old man hadn’t spoken, Chen Mo wouldn’t hand over the Foundation Establishment Pill to Fan Yanglou, because he knew the other side wouldn’t let him and others leave easily.

Additionally, Yuan Kong, he must kill.

He locked his gaze onto Yuan Kong, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Yuan Kong, noticing Chen Mo staring at him, immediately felt as if death itself was watching him.

"No more talking, old fellows, make a move." Zheng Tianshan glanced at Ji Xi’Er, unconscious behind Wu Xin’Er, his expression slightly changing.

As soon as he spoke, Chen Mo acted first.

Chen Mo took the Celestial Inquiry Sword from Xin’Er’s hand, stomped his foot fiercely, and directly charged towards Zheng Tianshan.

Even as a First Grade Martial Artist, he couldn’t hold his breath indefinitely; he had to resolve this matter within this period.

At the same time, Chen Mo mumbled spells and activated the Heaven-Burning Furnace. Two chains of fire shot out, sweeping towards Ouyang Zi and Fan Yanglou. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Chang Wuming’s complexion changed slightly; others didn’t know, but he alone knew the origins of these three people.

These three were all centuries-old monsters. Besides their Master, Ouyang Zi was nicknamed the Spear Chief a century ago for his terror in the Jianghu. Fan Yanglou was the Sect Leader of Mount Heng Swordsmanship, known as the Mount Heng Sword God, mastering swordsmanship for two centuries, with rare opponents in the world.

Although Chen Mo possessed youthful strength, how could his battle experience compare to three centuries-old monsters?

Moreover, it was one against three.

But the next second, Chang Wuming was dumbfounded.

Through the exchange of spear and sword, in his duel with the three old monsters, Chen Mo maneuvered skillfully, not yielding an inch.

The three old monsters were slightly grim; Fan Yanglou’s sword was an Earth Tier Treasure, yet even colliding with Chen Mo’s Black Sword, instead of the Black Sword shattering, a notch appeared on his sword blade.

Ouyang Zi, both internally and externally trained, didn’t earn the title of Spear Chief through mere words, but with his Frost Piercing Spear. Yet against Chen Mo, over ten rapid thrusts missed, and he was countered by a fire chain, leaving a charred wound on his chest, exuding the smell of roasted meat, making him grimace in pain.

Zheng Tianshan, wielding a heavy sword, bore Chen Mo’s frontal attack, was not only forced to retreat step by step but also had no ability to counter, being continuously suppressed by Chen Mo’s strikes.

Seeing the Flying Sword approaching, he raised his sword across his chest to block the sharp Celestial Inquiry Sword, and then lifted his heavy sword vertically to block the sword blade that instantly appeared above his head from Chen Mo’s strike.

"Eight Desolates Prison." Chen Mo abandoned his sword, and seizing the moment Zheng Tianshan raised his heavy sword to block and was temporarily unable to change techniques, he applied the Eight Desolates Prison with massive force on Zheng Tianshan’s right shoulder.

The domineering power made Zheng Tianshan fall to his knees, his kneecaps shattering.

Before Zheng Tianshan could wail, Chen Mo retrieved the fallen Celestial Inquiry Sword and swung it towards Zheng Tianshan’s head.

Zheng Tianshan was horrified, putting all his life-acquired skills into play, hurriedly lying back, combined with Fan Yanglou and Ouyang Zi’s timely defense, he narrowly escaped the lethal blow.

Just as Zheng Tianshan exhaled in relief, his entire body felt an ominous chill, as blinding golden light brushed past his face, piercing through the crippled old man scant meters behind him.

The crippled old man, unable to believe it, widened his eyes, glanced down at the bloody hole in his chest, and after two dazed steps, collapsed with a thud, blood pooling around him.