Zhang Quan gritted his teeth and used the Earth Escape Technique, vanishing into the ground.
Just moments after his disappearance, a fireball, with the speed of lightning that one couldn’t cover one’s ears in time, struck a pile of rubble.
Bai Zisheng and Mo Hua were fellow disciples, having spent a long time together; even though they occasionally quibbled, they were extremely in sync.
The moment Mo Hua’s Fireball Technique flew out, Bai Zisheng’s gaze shifted.
As the Fireball Technique hit the rubble, Bai Zisheng also made his move, thrusting his spear forward.
Blood seeped from the ground.
Then, a few mottled furrows appeared and spread outward, revealing Zhang Quan’s disheveled figure.
He covered his bleeding shoulder, his eyes red with rage.
This Fireball Technique, he knew it all too well!
That damned, sneaky little devil!
Zhang Quan looked around and indeed saw Mo Hua sitting cross-legged on a large rock in the distance, watching him with a mocking expression on his face.
"It’s you!!"
Zhang Quan’s eyes were about to split with fury.
Mo Hua nodded, "Yes, it’s me!"
Zhang Quan clenched his teeth, but suddenly felt a tremor in his heart, and with a change of expression, asked:
"That needle, was it your doing?"
Mo Hua asked in confusion, "How did you figure that out?"
Zhang Quan remained silent.
He had discovered the needle on his clothes only after he had left the secret passage and changed his attire.
He couldn’t understand the purpose of this needle.
But his years of experience in Tao cultivation told him that such things must not be kept, so he destroyed the needle and discarded it.
And now, he had hidden in this remote mine, so well-concealed, and yet he had been discovered.
Considering this, the needle must have been for tracking.
Those who tracked him down were these three young cultivators.
So, this needle had to be the work of these three young cultivators.
Among these three, this youngest looking, seemingly innocent but most cunning little cultivator must be the instigator behind the needle.
Zhang Quan ground his teeth in hatred.
He wanted to rush over and slaughter Mo Hua right then and there.
But then, he caught sight of Bai Zixi beside Mo Hua.
That beautiful young girl with a cool demeanor, her sword emitting a brilliant glow and entwined with white flames.
Back at the Hundred Flower Tower, that golden sword light had pierced his Iron Corpse shell.
Zhang Quan, wary, couldn’t help but curse:
"Shameless little devil, you bully others with your power! If you have the guts, come over and fight me head-on, instead of skulking around!"
Mo Hua said, shocked:
"You’re such an old cultivator, how can you have no shame, asking me, a little cultivator barely in my teens, to duel you one-on-one..."
"You think I’m as foolish as you?"
Zhang Quan angrily retorted, "Sharp-tongued!"
At that moment, Bai Zisheng stabbed with his spear again.
Zhang Quan parried clumsily, and after a few exchanges, he began to struggle.
With his injuries not yet healed, he would surely lose if this continued.
Exerting all his strength, Zhang Quan took a hit from Bai Zisheng, shook him off with a palm strike, and then fled into the earth, attempting to escape outside.
But he hadn’t gotten far when he realized that the soil beneath him had changed, forming bars and creating a prison that trapped him.
Zhang Quan was shocked.
What was this thing?
The Earth Prison Formation trapped Zhang Quan, who struggled fiercely. After a few moments, he broke the formation and escaped.
But Bai Zisheng also rushed over, entangling him.
Zhang Quan tried to flee, was trapped again, and was caught up with by Bai Zisheng.
After several attempts, Zhang Quan understood.
It was a formation!
There were array plates laid on the ground around this area.