Looks like they were about to make a move!
Chen Mo chuckled. These fellows actually dared to attack him. They were hanging themselves from a longevity tree—they were tired of living. Then they could not blame him for being ruthless.
On second thought, the ones coming over were just ordinary soldiers. Even if he killed them all, there was nothing to boast about. Besides, he was a white-skinned person right now. What was there to show off?
So, he threw a few punches at the approaching soldiers, knocking them to the ground, then flashed away, ready to leave. He had only come up to breathe some fresh air, yet he had already wasted so much time. It was truly speechless.
"Make a move! Catch him!" Seeing Chen Mo attack, the monk could only lead his men in surrounding Chen Mo.
Cambodian Monks had their own cultivation system. Some of them, especially, were ascetics whose cultivation was quite impressive. Some even wielded heavy Vajra pestles. One strike would leave a crater, and when used against people, a single sweep could easily break tendons and bones.
These ascetic Monks were similar to the Martial Artists back home. They were a type of Body Cultivation, though such Body Cultivation also required internal cultivation. Only through cultivating both within and without could one become a transcendent.
Some of these ascetic Monks even vaguely carried inheritances from the domestic Martial Arts World, which had evolved into their own lineages.
To Chen Mo, it was impossible for these Monks to stop him. Thus, when those Cambodian transcendent beings attacked, he had already flashed off the platform and headed toward the surrounding woods.
"Stop him!" the monk shouted.
Chen Mo immediately frowned, then raised his hand and threw out an Explosive Flame Talisman.
"Boom!" A massive ball