Mo Hua’s gaze sharpened. Just as he was about to raise his hand, he suddenly paused.
He noticed that Ding Miao, who was supposed to be behind him, had positioned himself in front of him, spreading his small arms as if to protect him.
Whether it was because Mo Hua had Drawn a Formation for his grandfather, had given him chicken to eat, or had provided him with pastries,
Despite shaking with fear, Ding Miao still tensed his little face and stood in front of Mo Hua.
"What a good child..."
Mo Hua thought to himself with a slight smile.
The leading burly man from the Sun Family, seeing the trembling yet defiant Ding Miao, sneered and reached out to grab him.
But in the blink of an eye, he grabbed at air.
Mo Hua had already pulled Miao back, gliding several steps away.
The Sun Family’s large man was taken aback.
Mo Hua set Miao down, patted his head, and then looked over at the arrogantly strutting Cultivators of the Sun Family with a mild tone but eyes gleaming coldly,
"It’s been a while since I’ve taken action. My skills may be a little rusty, and I may not control my force very well. Please forgive me if I go too far."
Sun Ze laughed lightly and said,
"You little devil, spouting nonsense even as death approaches?"
The burly man of the Sun Family also sneered and then forcefully stepped on the ground, borrowing the momentum to charge towards Mo Hua.
Mo Hua’s gaze remained calm as he gently raised his hand.
In an instant, a deep red fireball condensed, even emitting a faint sound of scorching.
With a slight movement of Mo Hua’s divine sense, the fireball howled as it flew out, its speed extremely fast, tracing a dim line of fire in the air before forcefully striking the burly man’s chest.
Flames exploded, shredding the burly man’s clothes and charring his flesh.
The momentum of the burly man came to an abrupt halt.
It was as if he had encountered a tremendous blow of spiritual power mid-charge, leaving him feeling a burning tightness in his chest.
Amid the spreading glow of the fire, the burly man’s eyes rolled back, and like a deflated ball, he slowly fell down.
Suddenly, there was a dead silence all around.
Sun Ze couldn’t help but be utterly shaken.
What the hell is this? Fireball Technique?!
Several cultivators from the Sun Family sweated coldly on their backs, each turning their heads to glance at Sun Ze, asking with their eyes what to do next.
In a moment of desperate ingenuity, Sun Ze quickly said,
"Fireball Technique! He is a Spiritual Cultivator!"
"Charge together and subdue him at close range, don’t give him a chance to cast spells!"
The cultivators of the Sun Family nodded and obeyed, splitting in five or six directions, from front and rear, simultaneously surrounding Mo Hua to kill him.
Mo Hua still stood composedly, gently raising his hand, firing off Fireball Techniques one after another.
The deep red fireballs, without exception, hit their mark.
Each fireball inevitably struck a cultivator from the Sun Family and would surely cause serious injury.
With divine sense at the Foundation Establishment level and the compressed, condensed Fireball Technique, even a Qi Refinement practitioner of the first rank was not to be underestimated.
The fireballs howled; the flames exploded.
Cultivators from the Sun Family dropped one after another.
In the end, only two cultivators managed to reach Mo Hua.
The two of them were overjoyed, but before they could make a move, the sight before their eyes blurred, and Mo Hua vanished.
Looking again, Mo Hua was already five or six zhang away from them.
What’s this?
A movement technique?
The two of them stood there in a daze.
But they didn’t dare to keep charging forward.
This distance of five or six zhang was enough for Mo Hua to cast five or six Fireball Techniques.
Enough for them to fall five or six times over.
They also didn’t dare to flee, as that would leave their backs exposed to Mo Hua.
So for a moment, the two of them were at a loss.
Mo Hua, however, did not bother being polite with them, and with a little wave of his hand, whoosh, two Fireball Techniques took them down as well.
Then Mo Hua felt it wasn’t safe enough, and gave each person an additional shot for good measure.
In the blink of an eye, only Sun Ze was left alone in the Spirit Field.