665 Image_3 665 Image_3 There wasn’t much time for him to react—the situation had suddenly taken a dire turn.
“There’s an expert!”
“We have to flee! Or else we’re dead!”
The black-robed cultivator didn’t waste a moment. He turned and tried to escape.
In the darkness, Mo Hua pointed his finger. A faint blue water pattern flashed, and a water prison solidified instantly, trapping the leading black-robed cultivator in place.
“This is…”
The black-robed cultivator’s face went pale.
Cheng Mo raised his twin axes, ready to kill the black-robed cultivator. But just then, a crisp voice said,
“Capture him alive!”
That voice sounded somewhat familiar.
But in the wilderness, within the dark forest at night, it carried an air of strangeness.
Cheng Mo didn’t recognize it immediately.
Still, he instinctively left the man alive, redirecting his strike to the black-robed cultivator’s back.
Unexpectedly, upon hearing the words “capture him alive,” the black-robed cultivator’s expression turned utterly horrified.
At that exact moment, a streak of golden light shot in from afar.
This golden light wasn’t particularly powerful; it headed straight for the black-robed cultivator’s face.
It seemed it wasn’t aiming to take his life but rather to tear away his mask and reveal his appearance.
Yet remarkably, this action terrified him more than death itself.
The black-robed cultivator’s face filled with despair. Before the golden light could shatter his mask, he snapped his own finger. A surge of demonic Qi instantly spread, consuming his flesh and transforming him into a puddle of black murky water.
Cheng Mo and the others were visibly shocked and quickly stepped back, exchanging bewildered glances.
“Could this be… a demon cultivator technique?”
Cheng Mo asked gravely.
But all the black-robed cultivators were dead. The scene was littered with blood, the forest eerily silent, with no one left to answer.
A moment later, Cheng Mo and his companions let out long sighs of relief.
Whatever the case, at least they had survived.
Yang Qianjun, his expression solemn, cupped his hands toward the opposing forest and said,
“Thank you for your help!”
“Might I ask who you are, Taoist Friend? Could you show yourself for a brief talk?”
The forest remained silent.
Situ Jian frowned, “Could it be someone from Qianxue State Boundary, a senior brother from some sect? Seeing injustice and lending a hand?”
“Although the technique used was a basic Fireball Technique, it was precise and effortless, completely turning the tide…”
“It must be a spell expert…”
“Would an expert in spells only use the Fireball Technique?”
“It doesn’t seem likely…”
Cheng Mo spoke gravely, “Generally speaking, true experts wouldn’t resort to using such a low-level spell like the Fireball Technique. However, a true master might simplify matters, using an unremarkable spell like the Fireball Technique to work miracles…”
“Makes sense…”
“So, who could it be?”
Cheng Mo pondered for a moment before hesitantly saying, “Could it be some kind of ‘senior’ expert?”
“Just call me ‘Junior Brother,’ no need for ‘senior,’ that’d be too formal…”
A crisp voice sounded, and Mo Hua quietly revealed himself before the trio, smiling radiantly.
Yang Qianjun was stunned.
Situ Jian was flabbergasted.
Cheng Mo was so shocked that his jaw dropped.
“Mo… Mo Hua?!”
Mo Hua nodded.
“You, you…”
Cheng Mo stammered for a while, unable to find words. He took a long moment to collect himself before asking, “That Fireball Technique—was that you?”
“Who else?”
Cheng Mo looked around, then asked again, “No one else?”
“Nope!”