668: Counterkill 668: Counterkill Mo Hua looked puzzled.
“Sacrifice?”
“What sacrifice?”
“Who is the sacrifice?”
Mo Hua lifted his eyelids and looked forward.
Was the “sacrifice” referring to this black-clothed leader, or was it referring to… the third, wicked eye on his forehead?
As Mo Hua’s gaze shifted to that wicked eye, it trembled violently, rolling ceaselessly, and at the same time, a voice like that of Divine Thought, piercingly sharp, rang out:
“Kill!”
“Kill him!”
“Kill him!”
Mo Hua was taken aback.
The black-clothed leader also showed a look of terror.
Ever since the Divine Lord’s Eye took residence within him, he had never encountered such an urgent and irascible, nearly uncontrollable situation.
Why would such a modestly hidden cultivator make the “Divine Eye” so nervous, even revealing a trace of…
Dread?
The command of the Divine Lord cannot be defied.
The black-clothed leader raised his sword but he did not target Mo Hua first. Instead, he planned to kill Cheng Mo and the other four people, who were covered by the blood eyes, unstable in their Taoist Heart, and unable to resist.
They had seen the Divine Lord’s Eye; they must die.
They had killed more than ten of his brothers; they also must die.
Killing intent surged within the black-clothed leader.
Mo Hua immediately perceived it, his gaze becoming grave, and he started forming hand seals, intending to use the Water Prison Technique to block him.
But before either could move, the wicked eye trembled violently again. It was bloodshot, staring intently at Mo Hua, as the voice of the Divine Thought became even more hoarse and sharp:
“Forget the other livestock!”
“Kill him!”
“Kill him!”
“Kill him!!!”
Even blood seeped from above the wicked eye.
The black-clothed leader’s face twisted in agony as the flesh and blood on his forehead quivered.
He hesitated no longer and pointed his spirit sword enveloped in Demonic Qi towards Mo Hua while grating his teeth:
“By Divine Lord’s command, I shall kill this brat right now!”
Mo Hua’s expression was not one of fear, but one of slight astonishment.
After a moment, his eyes lit up, revealing a hint of realization.
“Divine Lord…”
“At last, I’ve caught your tail…”
Mo Hua’s lips curled into a slight smile, then his expression turned serious and he said arrogantly:
“Want to kill me? With your power?”
The black-clothed leader frowned.
Mo Hua’s gaze turned cold, with two fingers joined like a sword, a fierce and unruly aura began to rise from him.
“You mere Demon Path rabble, I’ll let you witness the power of my fire spells!”
The black-clothed leader was intimidated by Mo Hua’s aura, and his heart sank.
Appearances can be deceiving.
This youngster, young as he was, held such astonishing aura; he must have some powerful methods at his disposal.
And…
The fact that the Divine Lord’s Eye was so wary surely indicated something was amiss.
One should not underestimate him because of his youth.
The black-clothed leader gripped the spirit sword firmly, stirred the Demonic Qi, and went on full alert.
Mo Hua looked arrogant, his fingers suddenly thrust forward and a hint of killing intent appeared in his eyes.
“Meteor Fire Forbidden Art!”
Forbidden Art?!
The black-clothed leader, upon hearing the words, was greatly shaken and immediately rallied all the Demonic Qi to protect himself.