He did not want to join the fray, as he had urgent matters to attend to and it was better to collect more Monster Blood for now.
“If I run into them, I’ll set off fireworks to alert you,” Mo Hua added.
Yu Chengwu was slightly startled, then nodded and said, “That sounds good, but be careful yourself.”
“Don’t worry.”
Mo Hua and Yu Chengwu’s group parted ways. After wandering around the Inner Mountain for most of the day, Mo Hua came across them again as he descended the mountain in the evening.
Yu Chengwu and his companions were injured and bleeding, but their wounds did not seem severe.
They were escorting two Cultivators, both dressed in black, with their hands and feet shackled in iron chains, covered in bruises and cuts—one had a broken arm, while the other was limping.
Clearly, they were captured after a fierce battle and then brutally beaten.
Their expressions were weary, but resentment lurked in their eyes.
Mo Hua looked at their faces and thought for a moment; indeed, they were two of the seven Cultivators who had participated in the ambush that day.
“You actually captured them?” Mo Hua was somewhat surprised.
“Of course. We are Monster Hunters; no one is more familiar with Big Black Mountain than us.”
Yu Chengwu kicked the two men, “These scumbags thought they had a good hiding spot, but living out in the wild, eating and sleeping exposed them, not to mention killing and looting others. They left so many traces, how could we possibly not find them?”
“Just these two?”
“The others probably went out to rob; only these two were left to guard their camp.”
“Are you going to kill them?” Mo Hua asked curiously.
Yu Chengwu hesitated for a moment, then said, “Not yet. We’ll bring them back, rough them up a few more times, and see if they’ll tell us anything. As for their hideout, we’ve already frightened them off, so we probably won’t catch the other Cultivators.”
Mo Hua nodded, then he scanned the two black-clothed Cultivators with his Divine Sense and frowned.
The two Cultivators looked pitiful, but their Spiritual Power was still quite abundant, which was not good, as it posed a risk.
“Break their legs first,” Mo Hua kindly suggested.
Yu Chengwu was taken aback.
“Their Spiritual Power is quite strong,” Mo Hua stated.
An abundance of Spiritual Power meant a potential danger.
Yu Chengwu thought for a moment, then nodded and instructed the other Monster Hunters, “Break their legs.”
Just as the Monster Hunters were about to make a move, Mo Hua called out “Wait.”
After pondering for a moment, he said, “Better break their arms instead, if we break their legs, they won’t be able to walk, and we’ll have to expend the effort to carry them.”
With broken arms, even if they had Spiritual Power, they would not be able to act in the short term.
Yu Chengwu nodded, and the Monster Hunters did not hesitate, proceeding to twist and break the arms of the two black-clothed Cultivators.
The two Cultivators screamed in pain, their expressions filled with anger, and their eyes spitefully fixed upon Mo Hua.
Mo Hua raised his eyebrows, “Still daring to glare at me?”
Upon hearing this, the Monster Hunters kicked each of the two men, causing them to grit their teeth in pain, yet the resentment in their eyes grew even deeper.
Mo Hua sighed and said to Yu Chengwu:
“Should we blind their eyes too? They keep staring at me.”
Hearing this, the two black-clothed Cultivators instantly broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly cast their gaze downward, and dared not look at Mo Hua again.
Yu Chengwu felt somewhat helpless.
When the child had a good heart, he was truly good; when he had a bad heart, he was really bad.
He could come up with all kinds of underhanded ideas.
But Yu Chengwu thought this was for the best.
You couldn’t be merciful to bad people; otherwise, it would be you who suffered.
These two black-clothed Cultivators had killed and plundered, with who knows how many lives on their hands. Even killing them now would let them off lightly.