“I am a trader of Cultivators, yes, I’ve killed some lowly wretches, I’ve refined Human Pills, so what?”
“Who’s going to stop me?!”
“Is it you, this little runt? Or the dog-like Taoist Court, fattened by the noble families?”
“Even if I admit it, what can you do to me?”
“Do you think that I, like those despicable Cultivators governed by Taoist Law, am the same ‘person’ as them?”
“Killing a few lowly wretches, refining a few batches of Pills, what does it matter?”
Mr. Jin’s gaze was distorted, his expression somewhat ugly.
Mo Hua frowned slightly, his demeanor gradually turning icy.
“Little Brother An, Little Brother Quan, he has admitted it himself, cripple his limbs and bring him back to the Taoist Court.”
Gu An and Gu Quan also wore looks of anger.
Mr. Jin was stunned for a moment, and then, instead of getting angry, he laughed, “Are you serious?”
Gu An and Gu Quan each gripping their swords, Blood Qi boiling, prepared to exert all their strength to take down Mr. Jin and his party.
But the moment they took a step forward, a Water-shaped Sword Qi that was as solid and crystal clear as reality suddenly appeared and cleaved in front of them.
This Sword Qi was so condensed with Spiritual Power, its might terribly fearsome.
Just a gentle flash of sword light left a trench several feet wide on the ground.
Gu An and Gu Quan were intimidated by this Sword Intent, their faces turning pale.
A Golden Core Sword Cultivator?!
Behind Mr. Jin, a person dressed in a water-blue Taoist Robe with a fair complexion and profound Spiritual Power slowly stepped forward.
Gu An and Gu Quan had not noticed him before at all.
The atmosphere at the scene instantly became as tense as a drawn bow.
Gu An and Gu Quan looked stern, spurred their sword moves to the extreme, and silently protected Mo Hua behind them.
This water-blue robed Sword Cultivator merely scoffed contemptuously, and with a condescending tone said:
“Kneel down, kowtow three times, and swear not to speak of what you saw and heard today, and I will let you leave.”
Gu An and Gu Quan’s expressions flared in anger, before they could even say anything.
Mr. Jin then spoke with fierce cruelty: “No, kill them! They must die, especially that insolent little brat!”
The water-blue robed Sword Cultivator slightly frowned.
Gu An and Gu Quan felt a chill in their hearts.
It didn’t matter to them, but Young Master Mo, nothing could go wrong.
Gu An said resolutely, “We belong to the Gu Family!”
“The Gu Family?” Mr. Jin jeered, “The Gu Family must die too!”
The gaze of the water-blue robed Sword Cultivator flickered, he whispered lowly, “It’s better not to complicate matters further…”
“Kill!” Mr. Jin declared with unrestrained eyes, “I will bear all the consequences!”
In the eyes of the robed Sword Cultivator, a touch of displeasure appeared, though he did not go against Mr. Jin’s wishes.
A strand of Golden Core Water System Spiritual Power, refined to the utmost and solid as substance, gathered at his fingertips, forming a sharp Sword Qi.
The robed Sword Cultivator looked towards Mo Hua, indifferently saying:
“Golden Core Sword Qi, it will only take a moment to kill you, it won’t be too painful.”
Then, without waiting for Gu An and Gu Quan to react, the robed Sword Cultivator flicked his fingers, and the Sword Qi shot forth.
The water-blue Sword Qi, like a real Spirit Sword, carved a dazzling streak of water-light, aiming straight for Mo Hua’s heart.
Gu An and Gu Quan were greatly shocked.
Mo Hua, however, appeared calm, with a detached look in his eyes.
Just as the sword light drew near, less than three feet away from Mo Hua, a brilliant myriad of light abruptly rose up, creating a Wind Blade barrier that blossomed simultaneously, forming like the splendid plumes of a peacock’s tail, intricate and gorgeous, protecting Mo Hua in the middle.
The sword light was unable to break through the feathered barrier crafted by the Wind Blades and collapsed on its own.
The robed Sword Cultivator’s pupils contracted, he couldn’t help looking outside the courtyard.
Outside the tavern, a Cultivator wearing plain clothes and a bamboo hat slowly stood up.
He was tall and handsome, his expression stern, with a hint of pride, disdainfully looking at the water-blue robed Sword Cultivator.
“Beast, whom are you trying to kill?”