At this moment, seeing Mo Hua in the Taixu Gate Taoist Robe, they naturally looked at him with hostility.
But they didn’t know who Mo Hua was.
Mo Hua hid behind the scenes, barely showing himself.
Therefore, these disciples of the Sever Gold Sect did not realize that the "Hidden Hand" at Taixu Gate, who had given them trouble, was this little cultivator before them.
Upon meeting him, they just assumed Mo Hua was a junior disciple of Taixu Gate and shouted at him.
Mo Hua’s temper was not that mild either.
As for Sever Gold Sect disciples, it wasn’t like he hadn’t beaten them before.
As he was considering whether to call someone to come and teach these oblivious Sever Gold Sect disciples a lesson,
Song Jian suddenly said, "Mo Hua!"
He drew a sword, pointed it at Mo Hua, and said with a cold sneer:
"Back then, you offended me and destroyed the sword embryo I had nurtured for eighteen years to forge my own Magical Treasure. I remember this clearly, and today I will settle this One Sword’s grudge!"
The lackeys nearby started clamoring:
"To deal with such small fry, why should Young Master personally step in?"
"I only need to make a slight move to cut him down with my sword!"
"Such Taixu Gate trash, I can easily crush them. I am willing to serve Young Master and avenge this One Sword’s grudge!"
"Young Master, I’m willing to make a move!"
Song Jian’s gaze was icy, "Where do you get the right to interfere with my grudges?"
The group of lackeys said again, "Yes, what Young Master says is true."
"This brat is definitely not a match for Young Master Song in a single bout!"
Unexpectedly, this flattery stepped on the toes.
Song Jian’s face flushed slightly with shame and anger.
"Shut up!"
"Yes, yes..." echoed the group.
Song Jian said, "You stay here, while I..."
Song Jian glanced at Mo Hua, his tone a bit unnatural, "will have a showdown with this brat, and then head back to the sect."
"As you command."
The crowd said in unison.
Song Jian looked around, then pointed his sword towards a small grove, and said to Mo Hua coldly:
"I don’t want to win without honor, so in this mountain forest, you and I will have a one-on-one duel, without any interference, to the death!"
Mo Hua nodded slightly, "Alright."
Then the two of them, one in front and one behind, entered the forest.
The Sever Gold Sect group, following Song Jian’s orders, stayed outside, but they were puzzled, looking at each other.
Someone frowned and said, "Why would Young Master bother with such a gesture? If there’s a grudge, why don’t we all just go up together and take this kid down?"
"Indeed..."
Someone sneered, "That’s why I say Young Master Song is a fool."
With Song Jian absent, some of them became a bit less respectful and more arrogant.
What they clung to was Song Jian’s status, not Song Jian himself.
In terms of personal ability, they felt they were not inferior to Song Jian, only their birth was lacking.
"It could also be..." another disciple smiled and said, "Young Master Song is afraid of losing, disgracing himself, so he chose a place away from the public eye to compete. Even if he loses to that brat, he won’t lose face in public."
"Young Master Song, could he really lose..."
"Lose to that brat?"
"Why not?"
"Regardless, it shouldn’t be possible. That brat’s Blood Qi and Spiritual Power are so weak; if the Young Master loses, that would be too pathetic..."
Everyone laughed gloatingly.
In the mountain forest.
Song Jian walked to a secluded spot, sheathed his sword, found a large stone to sit on, and sighed.
Mo Hua was a bit puzzled, "Aren’t you going to fight?"
Song Jian said speechlessly, "I couldn’t beat you anyway, how could I fight?"
Previously, he still had some arrogance in his heart, thinking that with his strength, he could defeat Mo Hua and avenge his "Sever Gold Sword" that had been tortured beyond recognition by Mo Hua.
But after returning from the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, he completely dispelled this notion.