Since they were enemies, there was nothing more to say!
So, after hearing Chen Mo mention Datuk Lin, he had already signaled his two Junior Brothers to get ready and kill Chen Mo at his command.
When dealing with an enemy, one had to strike with full force. He always sensed a faint threat from Chen Mo, yet he could not say what it was. It seemed immense, yet also insignificant. Under such circumstances, it was best to join forces and kill him outright.
Years of living together had given the three of them perfect mutual understanding. A single glance was enough to convey their intentions.
That faint feeling was actually caused by the Breath Concealment Talisman on Chen Mo. Since the talisman Chen Mo used was not of a high grade, those with keen Spiritual Seas could still sense something.
Back home, if Chen Mo used a Breath Concealment Talisman, Martial Artists would never be able to sense the threat he posed. A Martial Artist's Spiritual Sea was not particularly strong, at most only slightly stronger than that of an ordinary person. Martial Artists focused on external physical training and the application of Internal Strength.
However, Malaysia's Sorcerers seemed somewhat different from Martial Artists. They focused on mental cultivation so they could control more venomous insects. Yet because of their inheritance, they trained their bodies relatively little, leaving them with highly sensitive Spiritual Seas but bodies that could never keep up.
"Hand Datuk Lin over to me, and we can let this matter go," Chen Mo said. His tone was utterly calm, as though he were merely recounting something irrelevant.
"Impossible! Since you have trespassed into my sect's forbidden grounds, you must possess some skill. But that does not mean you can rely on it so confidently. Have you