"But you..."
He looked at Mo Hua, a greedy-wolf kind of sinister light flashing in his eyes, even drooling blood-like saliva from the corner of his mouth.
"Do you know what this place is? And you still dare break in?"
While Mo Hua was sizing them up, they were also scrutinizing Mo Hua.
Mo Hua’s Divine Thought form was originally that of a little brat; now that he had reined in his aura and kept his Divine Marrow hidden, he just looked like a "little lamb" whose Divine Thought was abundant, clear, and tasty.
And now this plump "little lamb" had walked right into the wolf pack on its own.
Quite a few of the Canglang Sect’s Old Ancestors were drooling over him in their hearts.
"I don’t care what this place is..." Mo Hua’s expression was calm as he continued asking them, "Why won’t you let Elder Zhao be Sect Leader?"
A skinny Canglang Sect Old Ancestor gave a gloomy chuckle and said:
"A wolf’s nature is to run a thousand miles to eat meat. Since we’re the Canglang Sect, naturally we must act like wolves—fight, kill, and rob."
"That brat surnamed Zhao, his cultivation is alright, but his temperament is too weak, no viciousness at all, nothing like a Canglang Sect Sect Leader."
Mo Hua asked, "Can’t you talk it out? I think he’s not bad."
His words once again provoked a round of mocking laughter.
Clearly no one paid any mind to his "childish" remarks.
Mo Hua sighed.
"So there’s nothing to talk about then..."
Nothing to talk about... which was just perfect...
A faint smile hooked the corner of Mo Hua’s lips. Then he sized them up and said solemnly, "Then let me ask you another question..."
"Before this, you shouldn’t have been in these half-human, half-wolf forms, right?"
As soon as he said this, all the Canglang Sect’s ancestors present had a change of expression.
Mo Hua watched their faces, nodded slightly, then continued:
"You turned into wolves because of that altar in the mausoleum, didn’t you?"
"Who told you to build that altar? And who told you about the rituals for the sacrifice?"
"What exactly is this ’Dao’ you wanted to cultivate?"
As his words fell, among the "wolves" the Canglang Sect Old Ancestor whose Divine Thought was the deepest and killing intent the heaviest immediately stretched out a wolf claw, pointed at Mo Hua, and said coldly:
"Kill him!"
"Bite his Divine Soul to pieces, chew it to pulp, gnaw him till not even a sliver of bone is left."
Before the words finished, a Canglang Old Ancestor charged down from the main hall. He started in a half-human, half-wolf form, running on all fours; after just a few steps he turned into a pure Wolf Demon, baring sharp fangs to bite at Mo Hua’s head.
It seemed he wanted to swallow Mo Hua’s entire head in one gulp.
But before it could get close to Mo Hua, a streak of golden light flashed, and this Canglang Demon Wraith was directly dismembered, its limbs torn to pieces and crashing to the ground.
In an instant, the entire hall fell silent.
Most of the Canglang Sect Old Ancestors in Demon Wraith form stared in shock; they had no idea what Mo Hua had just done.
Why had a Demon Wraith at Old Ancestor Level in the Golden Core realm been chopped up and killed in the blink of an eye?
A strong sense of unease shrouded their hearts.
Hadn’t they already followed the inherited Secret Technique and turned into powerful "Demon Wraiths," undying and immortal?
In this Canglang State boundary, in this Third Grade Canglang City.
Demon Wraiths, and Third Grade at that, gathered together—basically equivalent to an "above the law" existence.
Weren’t they supposed to be the strongest?
Then why, why could they still be killed?
And what’s more, killed by a tender little brat like slaughtering a dog, cut down without even knowing how they died.
What on earth was going on?
What exactly was this brat?
The Canglang Sect ancestors were all stunned on the spot.
Mo Hua, meanwhile, looked thoughtful.
When a man kills a man, Evil Qi is born.
But killing Evil Spirits, on the contrary, doesn’t.
After all, Evil Spirits aren’t people.
Mo Hua had just tested this with that "face-jumping" wolf wraith.
After killing that wolf wraith, no Evil Qi had indeed arisen.
He had also, after a long time, slightly used Divine Thought into sword just now.