Cambodia had suffered a disaster, and the people were heartbroken!
The old monk's facial muscles twitched, even trembling for no apparent reason. It was one of the signs of intense emotion.
His hands, which had been pressed together, had also warped! In the end, he no longer held them together and instead lowered them to his sides. Veins bulged on the hands clenched within his cassock. Damn fellow! Buddha is merciful!
After reciting a buddhist verse, the old monk waved to the monks behind him and said through gritted teeth, "Try... to... capture him alive!"
If he had not wanted to capture him and interrogate him properly, he would have simply beaten this youngster to death. Did he think the old monk could not see that he was speaking against his true feelings?
Tonle Sap Lake was Cambodia's lake of life. How could the old monk not be enraged that it had simply vanished?
After the six Monks behind him responded, they picked up heavy weapons such as metal clubs. Several of the weapons were Vajra pestles, made from refined copper mixed with special alloys, making them even heavier and sturdier.
For these Monks, heavy weapons did not hinder their swings. On the contrary, they increased the force of their attacks.
However, when the six monks swung their metal weapons at Chen Mo, the result left the old monk greatly shocked! He had never expected the Cambodian native before him to possess such terrifying attack power—far beyond expectations!
After dodging the attack of the monk who rushed at him, Chen Mo swept his saber horizontally, slicing a pair of monks cleanly in half at the waist! The other four immediately retreated in alarm at the sight.
But they were not as fast as Chen Mo. He followed with a backhanded