"Just who the hell is this little brother...?"
Then suddenly, he remembered: that Elder had called out this little brother’s name earlier—
Mo Hua.
"Mo Hua..."
Fan Jin frowned, the name ringing all kinds of bells in his mind. Where had he heard it before? He thought about it for a second before his eyes went wide and he sucked in a cold breath.
"No way... could this be... that legendary ’Mo Hua’...?"
"The... the ’little monster’ from Taixu Sect?"
...
An hour later, everything was ready—the war to wipe out the Demon Sect was officially underway.
But none of that had anything to do with Mo Hua.
Elder Xun Zixian was keeping Mo Hua company at Ancestor Xun’s orders—partly to keep an eye on Mo Hua and make sure he didn’t run off looking for trouble, partly to protect him so he wouldn’t come to any harm.
So Mo Hua just sat there drinking tea, doing as he was told, while his gaze swept toward the Demon Sect’s lair, quietly observing how things developed.
Taoist Court cultivators, Taixu Sect Elders, and Disciples followed the prescribed route, moving like a hidden tide, converging on the Demon Sect stronghold. They wove an invisible net, completely trapping the Demon Sect’s base within its threads.
The storm was gathering, battle just moments away.
The miasma-covered Yanluo Mountain grew more and more deathly silent.
Suddenly, violent tremors blasted through the air—the mountains shattered, the ground quaking beneath their feet.
That was the Demon Sect’s external Formation getting breached, the explosion of Spiritual Power from it rattling the terrain.
Then cries for battle erupted, shaking the heavens.
The Golden Core Cultivators in the lead each unleashed their Magic Treasures and charged deep into Demon Sect territory—Sword Qi, Spells, swords and armor clashing in a wild frenzy as they collided with Demon Cultivators in mortal combat.
The sky, which had just been clear, gradually turned blood-red, mingling with the thick miasma, entwining into a hellish canvas.
After the Golden Cores burst in, the main army crashed in behind them.
The Dao Court Canon led the Enforcement Leaders; Taixu Sect Elders led the Inner Sect Disciples, forming neat lines as they advanced—like meat grinders, slaughtering every Demon Sect Disciple in their path.
Five Elements Spiritual Power and Evil Demon Blood Qi collided and tangled, erupting in furious explosions.
Shattered limbs everywhere, flesh and blood flying, the carnage extreme.
Streams of blood poured into rivers, seeped into the marshes—the entire Yanluo Mountain was shrouded in a curtain of blood.
The process was long and grueling.
Thousands of cultivators fought to the death among the mountains and toxic swamps. Blood was everywhere, blades shattered, Spells whistled through the sky, hidden weapons snaked over the ground—the scene was colossal in scale.
No one knew how long it went on, but eventually, the fighting eased for a brief moment.
Mo Hua knew—it wasn’t over; it meant that the Golden Core Elders and Dao Court Canon had led the charge into the Demon Sect’s inner lair.
Sure enough, moments later, even stronger tremors rocked the earth.
These tremors split mountains and cracked boulders; wild, sweeping auras scattered in all directions like raging waves, making the miasma of Yanluo Mountain swirl back upon itself, the hills and marshes trembling and rolling.
At the same time, a savage, brutal, and terrifying roar—like that of some ancient, monstrous beast—echoed through Yanluo Mountain, making a hundred demons quake in fear, and sending dread rippling through the hearts of the Righteous Dao cultivators.
Mo Hua’s pupils contracted sharply.
"That’s... a Dragon Roar?!"
Four Symbols Green Dragon Evil Formation...
Beside Mo Hua, Elder Xun Zixian—Late Golden Core Stage—heard the roar and his face changed color.
"Evil Dragon..."