Hua Qianqian flicked her sleeve, a few silver needles shot out with colorful light, heading straight for Water Yama’s face.
Water Yama looked disdainful, snapping his whip, knocking down all the silver needles, and sneered:
"You still have the nerve to worry about others; this is the Rouge Boat, surrounded by the Mistwater River, you can’t escape. Sooner or later, you will fall into my hands, and then you’ll know what it means to wish you were dead..."
After Water Yama finished speaking, he looked at Mo Hua and suddenly gave a sinister smile:
"I almost forgot, you are a remnant of the Water Prison Sect, the whole Yu Family’s water fort was killed, those are all your ’relatives’. I will go all the way as a good man and send you down to reunite with them later."
Water Yama intended to use these words to unsettle Mo Hua’s mind, then take the opportunity to attack him.
But Water Yama was mistaken.
Mo Hua remained calm inside, not affected at all.
Because he wasn’t a remnant of the Water Prison Sect at all.
The people of the Yu Family water fort had nothing to do with him...
On the contrary, Water Yama’s mention of the Yu Family water fort made Mo Hua’s heart stir, he pretended to be furious and said:
"You heartless beast! I will kill you and sprinkle your blood before the graves of the Yu Family to commemorate their dead souls!"
Water Yama heard this, indeed gave a sinister smile, "Naive little ghost, do you even know where they died? Where have their souls gone? No grave, no soul, what are you commemorating? What a joke."
Water Yama laughed loudly in sarcasm.
Yet Mo Hua’s eyes lit up.
As expected, this Water Yama knows the altar’s location.
After the cultivators of the Yu Family water fort were slaughtered, they were very likely sent to the altar by Water Yama himself, offered to the Evil God.
It’s just...
Mo Hua frowned slightly.
In this way, killing this Water Yama impulsively would be unwise.
At least he has to "make the most of" him, and extract the altar’s location before he dies.
"First use the Soul-Shocking Sword to disorient his divine soul, and while he is mentally confused, subdue him, break his limbs, no, three limbs, then put him on the interrogation board, and slowly torture him..."
"Just need to control the power of the Soul-Shocking Sword..."
Having planned in his mind, Mo Hua’s eyes narrowed slightly, golden light flowing at the bottom of his eyes, about to try the true power of the Soul-Shocking Sword on Water Yama, a skill he had painstakingly honed.
Just at this moment, he suddenly sensed something, his expression paused, and he slowly restrained the golden light in his eyes, turning to look towards the door.
There was a person standing outside the door, who knows when.
It was a woman, dressed flamboyantly, with a face full of thick makeup.
It was Hua Ruyu.
She stood at the doorway sneering, "Such a lively scene in here while I was gone for just a while."
As she spoke, everyone stopped what they were doing.
Water Yama’s gaze flickered slightly, restrained his killing intent, and said, "Miaoer, why have you come?"
"Why?" Hua Ruyu gave him a cold glance and sneered, "Am I not allowed to come? Did I spoil your fun?"
Having mingled with Water Yama for so long, she knew his nature well.
With just a glance, she could tell what unsavory thoughts Water Yama had in mind to be here.
"Sweet words just a moment ago, and now trying to sneak behind my back, truly disgraceful character!"
After all, Water Yama was in the wrong, and he harbored feelings for Hua Ruyu, despite being scolded, he could not retort, but instead forced a smile and said:
"Miaoer, don’t misunderstand, you were always the only one in my heart. It’s just... you know, my superior spell point, cultivation is extremely difficult. Every so often complications arise, need to vent a bit. You are merciless, unwilling to give me that, I can only resort to such desperate measures, it’s not really my intention..."
Hua Ruyu sneered, "So, this is all my fault then?"
"How could I blame you," Water Yama said softly, "I only think about how to treat you well."
Hua Ruyu snorted coldly, "A man’s words, all are lies, nothing but sweet-talking nonsense."
After speaking, she turned to look at Ouyang Feng, likewise sneered:
"Young Master Ouyang, you are the same. I went through so much trouble to create such a good opportunity for you, to enjoy a night of bliss, but you don’t appreciate my good intentions, instead you deceive me, talking all sweet while pulling these little tricks behind my back..."
She could tell at a glance that Ouyang Feng had not touched Hua Qianqian at all, and he never intended to submit to the Young Masters’ Pavilion.
Ouyang Feng had already figured it out.
At this moment, his gaze was like a sword, his aura imposing, and he said in a deep voice:
"Our paths are different, we can’t work together. The threshold of the Young Masters’ Pavilion is too high for me. But you..."
Ouyang Feng’s gaze was icy, "As an instructor of the Hundred Flower Valley, a role model, doing such a heinous deed, aren’t you afraid of divine retribution?"
"Divine retribution?" Hua Ruyu was taken aback when she heard this, and then laughed so hard she shook like a blooming flower, "Where’s the divine retribution? I’ve been an instructor at the Hundred Flower Valley for so many years, brought countless girls to this boat, and yet I’m doing quite well and alive. Where’s the retribution?"
Hua Qianqian’s face was pale, her eyes slightly red, filled with both disappointment and pain, she shouted in anger:
"Hua Ruyu! You will die a horrible death!"