Words are powerless.
Only with a sword in hand can one have the power to speak.
The sharper the sword in hand, the more confident one is to speak.
Now, the surroundings of the cave are filled with Killing Formations set by Mo Hua, giving him more confidence to speak.
"Come out."
Mo Hua said indifferently.
The person inside the cave, unaware of what exactly Mo Hua had set up outside, could faintly feel a sense of killing intent, along with a pressing sense of oppression.
"Taoist friend, to tell you the truth, I am seriously injured, my legs are not convenient, it really is not easy for me to come out..."
"If you don’t mind, perhaps you could come into the cave for a chat?"
Mo Hua scoffed coldly in his heart.
He definitely wouldn’t go in.
This person’s background is unclear, the dangers inside the cave are unknown, only a fool would rashly enter.
"I won’t go in, you come out."
Mo Hua said firmly.
"Taoist friend, I am indeed too severely injured to move freely, I ask for your understanding..." The old voice from within the cave said with a hint of apology.
Mo Hua shook his head, coldly said:
"I don’t listen to excuses, don’t listen to reasons, don’t listen to explanations. I give you five breaths’ time, with two choices: either you come out on your own in five breaths, or I will blow up the cave to force you out."
The person inside the cave heard these words, secretly filled with resentment.
"To encounter such a stubborn ’old hand’ that nothing works on is really troublesome..."
Outside the cave, Mo Hua had already started counting.
Counting down from five to one, regardless of who the cultivator inside the cave was, he was ready to blow it up.
Time is precious, he did not wish to waste it.
"Five, four..."
The person inside could feel Mo Hua’s decisiveness, his expression immediately changed, saying: "Wait, Taoist friend, let’s talk about this..."
"Three..."
"Alright, alright, I’m coming out!"
The old voice from inside the cave said repeatedly.
Only then did Mo Hua stop counting, while watching the cave warily, spiritual power circulating within him, a strand reaching his fingertips, ready to throw a fireball if things went south.
Two other strands of spiritual power circulated to his feet, ready to flee immediately if things went awry.
After a moment, rustling noises came from the cave, as if someone was standing up, followed by light footsteps accompanied by the sound of a bamboo stick hitting the ground.
The sound grew closer.
Within a few breaths, a figure appeared at the cave entrance.
Under the moonlight, Mo Hua roughly saw his appearance.
The person from inside the cave was an old man, short and skinny, his expression somewhat sullen under the moonlight, his gaze slightly fierce.
He was leaning on a bamboo stick, his breath unstable, his steps light and unsteady, evidently injured.
As Mo Hua looked at the old man, the old man also saw Mo Hua, besides the sullen expression, there was clear astonishment.
Although listening to the voice before made him feel that the cultivator outside the cave was not very old, seeing Mo Hua’s face in person was still somewhat unbelievable for the old man.
Someone who acts flawlessly and speaks without giving an inch, turns out to be such a tender-faced kid?
Moreover, judging from the cultivation aura, he was only in the Middle Phase of Foundation Building.
Even his spiritual power was weak, among the Middle Phase of Foundation Building, he was just in the lower-middle tier.
The old man couldn’t help feeling angry.
To think a dignified Golden Core cultivator, forced to such an extent by a junior foundation-builder, was really absurd!
The old man wanted to advance, but Mo Hua said: "Alright, don’t move."
The old man halted his steps, looking around, only to realize he was seemingly standing right in the middle of layered Killing Formations, his eyelid twitched immediately.
High-level Second Grade Formation!
Within the Formation, there flowed a daunting killing intent.
The anger in the old man’s heart dissipated immediately, his demeanor softened as he said to Mo Hua, "Alright."
Under the eaves, people have no choice but to bow their heads.
He didn’t know how this kid of the Middle Phase of Foundation Building had set up so many high-level Second Grade Killing Formations in such a short time.
But a Killing Formation is a Killing Formation.