Sun Ze stood pretty much by himself in the Spirit Field, surrounded by Sun Family cultivators lying scattered about.
A sense of absurd fear bubbled up in his heart.
What’s going on?
How could a mere seventh layer Qi Refinement cultivator take down so many of the Sun Family’s cultivators?
And what exactly is this Fireball Technique?
So fast, so accurate, and so powerfully explosive?
Is this really a spell a person can use?
Sun Ze felt it was utterly ridiculous.
All of a sudden, Sun Ze snapped back to reality, realizing that Mo Hua was watching him, his eyes sparkling and clear, with an indescribable meaning.
He once thought this gaze was childish, but now, he found it terrifying.
Sun Ze turned and ran, but after only a few steps, he twisted his body, lunging towards Ding Miao, who had witnessed the Fireball Technique and had her mouth agape with shock.
He had figured it out; he couldn’t escape.
At this moment, he might as well fight with all he had left.
It seemed this little brat had some relationship with Mo Hua; he could take her hostage to use as leverage, and it could also help him make an escape.
But every move he made, every glance, every intention, was clearly perceptible within Mo Hua’s divine sense.
Before he could reach Miao, Mo Hua simply grabbed out with an empty hand from afar.
Pale blue water-shaped spiritual power appeared out of nowhere, instantly solidified into chains, and tightly bound Sun Ze.
Sun Ze was like a fish caught in a net, struggling desperately.
When he finally broke free from the Water Prison Technique, a fireball flew at him from the corner of his eye and arrived in front of his face in an instant.
Sun Ze had just enough time to cross his arms in front of his face before he heard a loud bang, felt dizzy and faint, and then he too collapsed, unconscious.
Before passing out, his hazy thoughts lingered on,
"So this is what it feels like to be hit by a Fireball Technique..."
"Damn, it hurts..."
...
When Sun Ze opened his eyes again, he saw a pale, delicate face, yet one that caused him deep trepidation.
Mo Hua held the Thousand Jun Stick in her hand, standing before his head, and spoke with a clear voice,
"I heard, you were going to teach me a lesson?"