But after several rapid strikes, Mo Hua was always just able to narrowly avoid them.
The one-eyed Sin Cultivator always thought the next strike would hit, but each time, he missed by a fraction.
After several exchanges, he realized instantly.
“This little brat is toying with me! He’s delaying for time!”
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“Damn it!”
The one-eyed Sin Cultivator was furious, but he was powerless because he realized that this kid’s movement technique was far superior to his own.
He couldn’t even touch the hem of the kid’s clothes.
At such a young age, it was truly bizarre.
The one-eyed Sin Cultivator spat a curse and could only turn to find Ji Qingbai, shouting, “Let’s kill the one surnamed Ji first!”
Killing the Ji father and son would allow them to get Spirit Stones from the Kong Family.
The Spirit Stones were the most important thing.
As for these Monster Hunters and this kid, it wasn’t too late to settle the score with them later!
But when he tried to flee, Mo Hua disagreed, countering with a Fireball Technique that smashed into the one-eyed Sin Cultivator’s back.
While not fatal, it was very painful, and the meridians suffered no small damage from the burn of the fire.
The one-eyed Sin Cultivator was furious and rushed at Mo Hua, but he couldn’t catch him.
When he tried to run, Mo Hua would hit him with the Fireball Technique again.
Mo Hua’s Fireball Technique was fast and accurate; there was no avoiding it, he could only take it head-on.
After this occurred three times, his clothes were nearly burned to rags.
The one-eyed Sin Cultivator was extremely frustrated; he could neither catch up nor run away.
Only when Diao Laosi and two other Sin Cultivators came to assist did Mo Hua stop his attack.
But this also gave Ji Qingbai and the others a chance to catch their breath.
The situation immediately became deadlocked again.
Mo Hua wanted to delay the time; a deadlock was the best outcome.
The Sin Cultivators wanted to kill, but if they dragged on and the Monster Hunters’ reinforcements arrived, they wouldn’t be able to kill anyone.
However, with Mo Hua’s intervention, it was a four-on-four situation that couldn’t be resolved in the short term.
Especially Diao Laosi, whose Body Cultivation Taoist Skill was quite mediocre. In a head-on fight, he was no match for the Monster Hunters.
He could only rely on his Concealment Technique to attack unexpectedly.
Now that his Concealment Technique was seen through by Mo Hua, he was almost as good as useless.
All the cultivators present were watching Mo Hua.
The eyes of the Sin Cultivators were filled with anger, while Ji Qingbai’s were somewhat incredulous.
He had never expected that Mo Hua, with only the seventh level of Qi Refinement Cultivation, could on his own hold back the deeply cultivated one-eyed Sin Cultivator.
And that he could expose the trail of the sinister cultivator who was skilled in concealment.
And the Fireball Technique, he used it very skillfully as well.
It was true that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree; his ability, although different from Mo Shan’s and not following the path of Body Refinement, was quite remarkable.
Seeing that things were going badly, the one-eyed Sin Cultivator looked at Ji Qingbai with a mocking tone, “That kid can’t possibly be your son, right? Oh, that’s right, your son is already dead, his corpse thrown somewhere, probably being gnawed on by wild wolves right now.”
Upon hearing this, Ji Qingbai suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, his face turned pale, and his fingers trembled uncontrollably, barely holding onto his knife.
Mo Hua then said to Ji Qingbai, “Brother Ji isn’t dead.”
Ji Qingbai suddenly looked up, his eyes red, and asked with hope, “Really?”
“Hmm,” Mo Hua nodded seriously.
Mo Hua’s gaze was very sincere.
Ji Qingbai suddenly felt rejuvenated; his body seemed to surge with endless strength, and he gripped the knife in his hand tightly once again.
However, the one-eyed Sin Cultivator scoffed, “Impossible, that Ji kid is bound to die!”
Mo Hua looked at him, “How do you know?”
The one-eyed Sin Cultivator said coldly, “Zhao Hu was pursuing him, how could he possibly be alive? It would be good if he isn’t dismembered already.”
“Is Zhao Hu that tall guy?”
The one-eyed Sin Cultivator gave a sharp look from his remaining eye, “You’ve seen him?”
Mo Hua nodded.
The one-eyed Sin Cultivator sneered, “Impossible! If you had seen him, you’d be dead without a doubt!”
Mo Hua said, “Well, I’m not dead, whether he is, that’s another story.”
The one-eyed Sin Cultivator snorted disdainfully, “Punk, don’t spout nonsense!”
Mo Hua smiled, pulled out the half-charred storage bag, and waved it in front of him, saying nothing.
The one-eyed Sin Cultivator’s pupil constricted.
That storage bag belonged to Zhao Hu!