Wallace attacked Chen Mo while frowning, his gaze sweeping behind him, only to find that Mark and David had not followed his orders to attack Chen Mo. What was wrong with those two fellows? Westerners really were fucking unreliable!
Just as he was about to urge them again, he thought that with so many attackers, they might be able to keep Chen Mo too busy to cope. Even if they could not hurt him, they could create an opening, and he might be able to use that opportunity to finish Chen Mo off directly!
He still admired Chen Mo. For someone so young to possess martial strength that had reached the Bao Dan realm like his own was truly no easy feat.
To understand just how difficult it was to break through to the Bao Dan realm, one naturally had to experience it personally. Wallace understood that very well. Even with his exceptional cultivation talent, though he had stepped into the Bao Dan realm decades ago, he had actually only done so after turning one hundred.
Yet Chen Mo did not look older than thirty. He was truly young! What had Wallace himself been doing at that age? He had probably still been receiving Master Bian Xiu's guidance. Thinking back, those years had been the happiest, hardest, and most memorable days of his life.
Now that he had entered the Bao Dan realm, it was not merely due to his talent. He had also spent enormous resources and more. And the suffering he had endured during his advancement was simply too much to mention; even recalling it made him shudder.
Yet today, he had encountered a youngster under thirty whose strength was equal to his own, perhaps even slightly greater. Chen Mo had still managed to fight him to a