The youngster watched Chen Mo's finger strike him, yet he had no strength to resist. All he could do was accept it helplessly.
And after his Dantian was struck, a wave of weakness swept through his entire body, leaving him utterly despondent.
"No!" the youngster howled. The martial power he had painstakingly cultivated had been so easily destroyed. It felt as though his entire life had been ruined.
He had endured plenty of "hardship" for the sake of cultivation. That hardship had come in the form of all kinds of Medicinal Materials and pills. A portion of the resources the Shangshi Li Family received every two years had been spent on him.
In truth, his cultivation talent was utter trash—trash among trash, worthy of being called a trash machine! That alone showed just how terrible his talent was. If Li Wenxing had not been his father and the Clan Leader, he could never have received so many Cultivation Resources.
Yet at this moment, all his cultivation was gone, and he had become an ordinary person. What was he supposed to do in the future? Those he had bullied before would surely come for revenge now that he had lost everything.
All the boundless hatred in his heart was directed at Chen Mo! Yet he had never considered this: what if Chen Mo had wanted his life rather than merely crippling his martial power?
His anguished howls were grating on Chen Mo's nerves. Chen Mo chopped him unconscious with a hand knife and tossed him before Li Wenxing.
"Alas!" Li Wenxing knew there was no turning things around today. He could only listen to this man called Chen Mo.
Xiantian Realm! If Chen Mo had not been in the Xiantian Realm, Li Wenxing naturally would not have lost. But faced with