Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

A system notification popped up in my mind: the entire "Nine Yin Manual" had been completely entered.

This time, the objective was finally achieved perfectly, and we made a huge profit.

The feigned vulnerability, serious injury, and resignation on his face instantly became unnecessary to continue.

However, Chen Mo was not in a hurry to overturn the table and turn against her on the spot.

He planned to play with these three arrogant and conceited old royal eunuchs in front of him, torment them slowly, and watch them lose their composure and break down.

When the eldest emperor saw that he did not respond for a long time, his tone turned cold.

"Have you seen enough?"

Chen Mo ignored him completely.

He stood there with one arm crossed over his chest and the other hand touching his chin, silently making plans in his mind.

How should I deal with these three old bastards later to get the best satisfaction?

Anger instantly ignited in the old emperor's eyes, and he let out a cold snort.

His body trembled slightly as an extremely cold and sinister internal force surged towards Chen Mo.

The chill was biting, and the air suddenly turned cold wherever it passed, forming a thin layer of frost all around.

Chen Mo casually flicked his finger.

A burst of scorching, fiery Nine Yang internal energy erupted from his fingertips, colliding head-on with it.

A muffled hum!

Two extreme Yin-Yang internal forces exploded with a deafening roar, the shockwave sweeping across the entire room.

The candlelight in the room instantly dimmed by more than half, the flames shrinking to a tiny point of light, almost going out completely.

The three of them had their hair and wide-sleeved robes blown backward by the blast wave.

The second brother, Bai Xi, quickly rolled up his sleeves, and the strong wind reversed to protect the surrounding candlelight, which barely stabilized the flickering flames and made them shine again.

Throughout the entire process, Chen Mo's arms, which were crossed over his chest, did not move an inch; his posture remained calm and composed.

The three generations of the family exchanged a glance, and the next second their eyes flashed with extreme greed, their gazes burning and shining, almost overflowing from their sockets.

"Is this the Nine Yang Internal Force?"

"Domineering and fierce, truly living up to its reputation!"

The old emperor muttered to himself, filled with infatuation.

"After a century of dormancy, today I have finally witnessed the power of the Nine Yang Manual..."

The three of them were completely captivated by the unparalleled martial arts technique, their minds filled with covetousness, and they were completely oblivious to the danger.

A Grandmaster who was seriously injured could easily neutralize the attack of this half-step Xiantian with a flick of his finger.

Anyone who calms down can see the huge flaw.

But their extreme greed completely blinded them.

They only saw the supreme power of the Nine Yang Technique, completely ignoring the terrifying strength hidden within that flick of the finger.

The reigning emperor slammed his hand on the armrest of his chair, abruptly stood up, and his face was full of anger.

"How dare you! You dare to resist! You have no sense of right and wrong!"

"Quickly write down the entire Nine Yang Manual from memory!"

At this moment, Chen Mo already had a complete plan to play tricks on her.

He finally raised his eyes and glanced at the furious emperor, his tone nonchalant.

"What's the rush? I'm slowly recalling the entire manual right now!"

"If you keep urging me, I'll lose my composure and make a few mistakes in remembering a sentence or missing a paragraph..."

When the true scriptures you've painstakingly awaited for generations are found to be incomplete, who will you turn to for reason?

After saying that, he slowly walked to the desk, casually pulled out a chair and sat down.

The three men were ashen-faced, staring intently at him, yet dared not retaliate.

Chen Mo continued acting, pretending to be timid as he patted his chest.

"I'm easily frightened, so please don't scare me like that. I tend to forget things when I'm scared."

The reigning emperor pointed at him and threatened him.

"Shangguan Hong! Don't be so stubborn, are you really not afraid of death?"

Chen Mo spoke slowly and deliberately, drawing out his words.

"I just can't remember the opening mental cultivation method of the Nine Yang Manual."

He raised his hand and pointed directly at the reigning emperor.

"It's all your fault, you scared me so much."

All three of them could tell that he was deliberately trying to provoke them.

But they were helpless.

Is this person not afraid of death?

He was clearly in dire straits, yet he felt no fear whatsoever.

The emperor's forehead veins bulged, his fists clenched, and his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo simply stood up and looked him straight in the eye with a smile.

"What? You want to kill me?"

"However, think carefully before you act. I am the only one in the world who has memorized the complete Nine Yang Manual."

"If you kill me today, all the painstaking planning of your three generations over the past decades will have been for naught."

The reigning emperor, who had always held a high position and was the only one who mattered, had never experienced such humiliation.

He was so angry that he gritted his teeth, his nails digging deep into his palms until they bled.

Chen Mo stepped forward.

The emperor instinctively took a step back.

Chen Mo stepped forward again, and he retreated again.

The emperor, the supreme ruler, was forced to retreat repeatedly by a "prisoner," leaving him in a state of utter disarray.

Chen Mo raised his hand and lightly patted his cheek, the gesture both flirtatious and teasing.

"Go ahead and do it? What, you're too scared?"

"ah……!"

The emperor could no longer contain himself. He let out a shrill scream and raised his hand, ready to slap Chen Mo hard on the forehead.

Just as the palm strike was about to land, his father instantly dodged to the side and grabbed his raised arm.

Chen Mo took the opportunity to pretend to be startled, shrinking back and patting his chest as if he was still scared.

"Oh my god, that scared me to death!"

The voice just fell.

Chen Mo quickly stepped forward and slapped him across the face.

Snapped!

A crisp, loud slap echoed through the room.

No one reacted in time.

No one expected that the "prisoner" in dire straits would actually dare to slap the emperor in the face.

The emperor was slapped so hard that blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were filled with disbelief as he turned and glared at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo shook his wrist.

"If you want me dead, just say so."

"You don't need to bother with me, I'll just kill myself on the spot."

For an ordinary prisoner to say such a thing would only be laughable.

But when Chen Mo said it, all three of them were instantly on edge.

After his death, the Nine Yang Manual completely disappeared.

The plans of several generations have come to nothing.

The reigning emperor swallowed his raging fury, his fingertips digging until his palms were bloody and raw, daring not to move an inch further.

His father forcibly suppressed his anger, released his son's hand, and forced a stiff smile that was more like a grimace, his face contorted with wrinkles, showing extreme frustration.

"You've finished reading the Nine Yin Manual and vented your anger enough. Shouldn't you keep your promise and recite the Nine Yang Manual from memory?"

The voice just fell.

Snapped!

Another crisp slap!

The slap landed squarely on his face.

Bai Xi's eyes twitched violently, and the muscles in her cheeks tensed up. She forced herself to hold back all movement, not daring to dodge.

Chen Mo smiled faintly and spoke with sarcasm.

"As a father, you have failed in your duty to raise your son. You cannot even control your own son. You are unworthy of being called a man."

A clear five-finger mark instantly appeared on the old eunuch's cheek, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were wide open, and he was filled with rage but dared not lash out.

Chen Mo stared at him for two seconds, then feigned surprise and chuckled.

"Oh, I almost forgot."

"You weren't a man to begin with."

His gaze slowly swept over the three generations of grandfather, grandfather, and grandson, speaking each word clearly and distinctly.

"None of you three are men!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw his head back and burst into laughter, laughing so hard he couldn't straighten up.

At that moment, the faces of the three eunuchs—grandfather, grandson, and grandson—changed from green to white to red to purple.