Then, with a casual gesture, the fireball soared into the garden in an instant, exploding on a patch of grass and turning the vegetation to flying ash.
As the grass turned to ash, a blackened face emerged from the scorched earth.
The monk in grey robes looked confused.
Where did that Fireball Technique come from, and how did it hit him?
This Fireball Technique also caught the attention of Situ Jin.
With that, he also spotted the movements of the monk in grey robes.
Situ Jin, who had been searching to no avail, was invigorated and summoned his Spiritual Power to strike at the monk with a palm.
The monk in grey robes was too slow to dodge and was hit by the palm, revealing his tattered clothes and a face covered in black ash.
Although Mo Hua’s Fireball Technique was quite powerful, it wasn’t a significant threat to someone at the Foundation Establishment Stage, it merely made his movements appear disheveled.
The monk in grey robes cursed and retreated several steps, then dove into the ground, disappearing from sight.
Situ Jin frowned deeply as he once again could not find his quarry.
Just then, another swift fireball flew through the air, landing in the garden and exploding a bush, forcing the monk in grey robes’ movements to be revealed again.
Situ Jin was stunned and looked up at Mo Hua, eyes filled with disbelief.
How could this junior cultivator see through an Earth Escape Technique?
Even as a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Stage, he couldn’t detect the monk’s whereabouts.
How did he do it?
But now was not the time for astonishment.
Situ Jin once again employed his movement technique, leapt forward, and attacked the monk in grey robes.
Forced to show himself, the monk looked up and naturally saw Mo Hua standing on the building above.
He was both shocked and enraged and exploded with a curse:
"Damn brat, spoiling my plans, I’ll slaughter you..."
But before he could finish, he was interrupted by Situ Jin.
Situ Jin delivered a palm strike, saying coldly,
"Thief, meet your death!"
The monk in grey robes resisted the blow but staggered backward, coughing up blood, and hastily took out a pill to swallow, stabilizing his breath before once again employing the Escape Technique to vanish into the ground.
However, time after time, he was still hit by the Fireball Technique.
Learning from experience, Situ Jin decided not to search on his own and instead struck wherever the Fireball Technique indicated.
The monk in grey robes, like a mole, had just burrowed down when he was mercilessly forced to come back up, filled with extreme frustration.
He almost coughed up blood in his heart.
What was with this kid?
How could he see through his Escape Technique?
After being hit by a few more Fireball Techniques, the monk in grey robes had a sudden realization.
It was Divine Sense!
Had this little brat locked onto him using Divine Sense?!
The monk in grey robes found the concept inconceivable.
A cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Stage was being tracked by a little brat in the Qi Refinement Realm using Divine Sense?
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He didn’t have time to be astonished; just confused for a brief moment, he was distracted, and a fireball struck him in the face.
The monk in grey robes felt intense pain all over his face and cursed in hatred.
That damned brat was getting more accurate with every shot...
If this continued, he would fall here.
At the same time, Situ Jin attacked with another palm strike, this time hitting the monk’s left shoulder, tearing through his clothes with the force of the wind while also ripping off the black cloth covering his face.
Below the black cloth was a chilling, pale face with no trace of color.
Furious, the monk roared with a hoarse voice:
"You motherfuckers are asking for death!"
He then took out a strange-looking bronze vial with blood patterns on it and fiercely poured the pills inside into his mouth.
"Not good!"
As soon as he produced the vial, Situ Jin knew something was wrong and immediately acted, striking with a palm.
Although he didn’t know what the pill was, he had to prevent the monk from swallowing it.
His palm struck the monk’s chest, Spiritual Power tearing through flesh and the force flinging him backward, but it failed to stop the monk from ingesting the blood-colored pills.