132: Don't know who you are

Chen Ao's gaze slowly swept across the entire scene.

Finally, it landed on the enormous, jet-black jade barrier protecting Lin Yu.

Through the semi-transparent barrier, his gaze met Wang Han's terror head-on.

It was a warning.

A warning from a superior to a subordinate, devoid of any emotion.

Wang Han's heart suddenly constricted, and a chill shot from his feet straight to the top of his head. He instinctively clutched Lin Yu and Wang Qingxuan tightly, pulling them even harder behind him, shrinking into the shadow of the shield, not daring to make any further moves.

Even if he was now filled with questions and shock regarding Lin Yu, he could only suppress them deep in his heart.

That was Chen Ao.

The legendary Chen Ao.

No one knew how terrifying he truly was.

Chen Ao withdrew his gaze, as if he had merely glanced at an ant by the roadside.

Beside him, a man also dressed in casual clothes, wearing a hood and a mask, whispered something in his ear.

That was Li Mo, in disguise.

Chen Ao's interest was clearly entirely on the Eight-Armed Asura in the sky.

He looked up at the terrifying asura dharma body, which had temporarily paused due to his arrival, and instead of fear, he showed a hint of undisguised appreciation.

“Burning life to exchange for power beyond limits.”

Chen Ao spoke, as if critiquing a work of art.

“Not bad, a good prospect.”

“Too bad he followed the wrong person.”

He extended a hand towards Zhao Tianyang in the sky and casually crooked a finger.

“Kid, come here, join me.”

“I guarantee you a boundless future.”

His words were full of the self-evident meaning of recruitment.

As if his offer was a great favor, and no one had the right to refuse.

However.

His response was not Zhao Tianyang's submission.

It was the Eight-Armed Asura, which had just been stagnant, suddenly erupting with a murderous intent ten times more violent than before!

“Roar—!”

That was no longer a human roar.

It was the shriek of a hellish demon!

In Zhao Tianyang's eyes, which had completely turned blood-red, there was no rationality, only the purest desire for destruction.

Who cares about Chen Ao, who cares about the King of the Black Market!

Kill!

Kill everything in sight!

Boom!

Eight bloodied arms instantly transformed into eight destructive streaks of light, all blasting towards Chen Ao!

Two of the thickest, giant-clawed bloodied hands, one left and one right, slammed fiercely towards Chen Ao's face with a space-ripping roar!

This scene left everyone breathless.

He's crazy!

This monster is truly insane!

He actually dared to attack Master Ao!

Chen Ao's subordinates, one by one, turned ashen, as if they had already envisioned a scene of flesh and blood flying.

Chen Ao himself showed a momentary surprise.

He seemed to not have expected the other party to be so decisive, so disrespectful.

But he was Chen Ao after all.

After the surprise came an even more intense excitement.

“Haha! Gutsy!”

He laughed loudly, advancing instead of retreating, his body erupting with a mountain-shaking, sea-roaring energy, preparing to take the blow head-on.

But, he was still a step too slow.

Or rather, he underestimated the Asura's madness.

Slap!

Slap!

Two extremely crisp, thunderous sounds exploded in the dead silent battlefield!

Those two massive bloodied hands solidly slapped Chen Ao's face, one on the left and one on the right.

Time, once again, froze.

Chen Ao's wild laugh on his face stiffened.

He himself, like a baseball hit for a home run, spun and flew backward at an incredible speed!

Rumble!

He violently crashed through a ruined wall dozens of meters away, completely buried by countless bricks, stones, and debris.

The entire scene was dead silent.

Li Mo's face, hidden beneath his mask, twitched.

The minor leader, Scarface, Li San... all of Chen Ao's subordinates were petrified on the spot, their minds blank.

Master Ao... was slapped away?

Just as everyone thought Chen Ao would explode in rage the next second.

From the pile of ruins came an uncontrollable, heartfelt burst of laughter.

“Haha... Hahahahahahaha!”

“Interesting! Too interesting!”

Boom!

Debris exploded, and Chen Ao leaped out of the ruins.

On his face, there was a clear handprint on both the left and right, and a trace of blood hung from the corner of his mouth, but his body was burning with an unprecedented, soaring fighting spirit.

“It's been a long time since I've had such a blast!”

He twisted his neck, his joints cracking loudly, and stared at Zhao Tianyang, filled with fervent intensity.

“This treasure of yours, I'm taking it!”

The moment his words fell, Chen Ao's figure vanished from its original spot.

The next moment, he had already appeared above the Eight-Armed Asura's head.

He clasped his hands together, and an invisible yet immensely vast spiritual power transformed into an unseen giant needle, piercing fiercely towards Zhao Tianyang's glabella.

“Wake up for me!”

Buzz!

The violent asura dharma body trembled violently.

The movements of its eight arms, wielding hellish weapons, paused for a moment.

In the depths of its blood-red eyes, a trace of extreme painful struggle seemed to flash.

“It's working!”

Chen Ao's subordinates' faces instantly erupted with wild joy.

Master Ao is truly Master Ao!

No matter how strong this monster was, in front of Master Ao's unfathomable spiritual secret arts, he could only be forcibly awakened and kneel in submission!

Even Li Mo, who had remained calm, had the outline beneath his hood move slightly.

Chen Ao's spiritual power was even stronger than he had estimated.

Chen Ao himself was full of confidence.

This move of his, the 'Awakening Thorn,' was a wondrous technique he had acquired years ago in a ruin, specifically used to deal with enemies who had fallen into a berserk, out-of-control state.

It ignored physical defense and struck directly at the soul's origin.

As long as the opponent's consciousness hadn't completely vanished, they would be forcibly pulled out of their frenzy.

He didn't believe that this young man had truly gone so mad that he didn't even know who he was.

However.

The next second.

“Roar—!!!”

A shriek, more piercing and violent than any before, exploded from the asura dharma body's chest!

That was not a sign of awakening.

It was the rage of intense pain and violation!

Chen Ao's spiritual power not only failed to awaken Zhao Tianyang's rationality, but instead seemed to have plunged a red-hot branding iron into the beast's brain!

The last trace of struggle in those blood-red eyes completely vanished.

In its place was a pure, unadulterated... destruction!

Boom!

The stagnant eight arms began to wildly swing again!

This time, their targets were no longer dispersed, but with an unprecedented tacit agreement, all locked onto Chen Ao, who was floating in mid-air!

Eight hellish weapons tore through the air, carrying monstrous blood-fiend energy, sealing all of Chen Ao's escape routes from all directions!

“Not good!” Chen Ao's alarm bells rang loudly.

The other party's madness exceeded his comprehension.

That murderous intent was no longer simple anger, but a... Dao!

A pure Dao, with slaughter as its core!

Such a person could no longer be called a human.

But a vessel of the Dao, an avatar of slaughter walking among the living!

He might truly have forgotten who he was!