He reached out, wanting to close the young monster cultivator’s eyes, but after several attempts, could not close them.
"Damn it, disrespecting the toast and taking the punishment."
In anger, the tall monster cultivator tore fiercely, making the young monster cultivator’s eyes bloody and mangled.
Blood streamed down the eye sockets, like tears of blood.
"Damn it, what bad luck!"
The tall monster cultivator coldly snorted and spat, but just as he turned, he saw in the dark night an irresistible white sword light flash past.
His entire arm was sliced off like rotten mud.
Monster blood gushed out.
A bewildered look appeared on his face.
Before he could react, another sword light cut through, severing a leg.
The tall monster cultivator immediately knelt to the ground, eyes filled with horror, and just when he tried to struggle up, a slender cultivator appeared before him.
Xun Ziyou, with a face like water, eyes filled with anger, pointed.
A surge of sword-intent-filled, overwhelming Golden Core Sword Qi, surged fiercely, shredding the tall monster cultivator all over.
The pressure of the Sword Qi held this monster cultivator pinned to the ground.
The monster cultivator couldn’t rise, face ashen, having lost all will to resist.
Xun Ziyou didn’t go all out, yet in less than three rounds still fully suppressed this tall monster cultivator.
Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction.
His "bodyguard" was indeed powerful.
"Speak!" Xun Ziyou, face cold as frost, demanded, "What is your identity?"
"Who is the young master you mentioned?"
"What do you plan on doing to leave Refining Demon Mountain?"
But that monster cultivator grinned, showing a mouth full of blood, yet did not answer.
Mo Hua frowned and suddenly looked stern, saying:
"He’s using a Transmission!"
No sooner had Mo Hua spoken, Xun Ziyou realized it too, and with a swipe of his finger, a bright white sword light emerged.
The tall monster cultivator’s other arm was also severed.
With the pain coursing through, this monster cultivator couldn’t help but howl, but before he could make a sound, Xun Ziyou forcibly locked his throat with Golden Core Spiritual Power.
Mo Hua, pinching white fingers, picked up a blood-soaked token from the pool of blood.
A Letter Token.
Mo Hua’s eyes lit up.
A good find!
On the other side, Xun Ziyou’s eyes, sharp as swords, continued questioning the monster cultivator, "Whose orders are you obeying?"
"And who taught you the monster cultivator’s cultivation technique?"
The tall monster cultivator, sneering all along, with a mouth full of blood, said nothing.
Mo Hua saw this and said:
"Kill him, he won’t talk."
Xun Ziyou paused, looking at Mo Hua with a complex expression.
This child, how come he’s more decisive than me...
At just a glance, after asking a couple of questions, without waiting for an answer, he simply says, "Kill him"...
Mo Hua said, "The mouth of a monster cultivator is tough, and besides, in his state, living or dead there’s no difference, he surely won’t speak."
Xun Ziyou saw the sense in it but still hesitated a bit.
Mo Hua then shook the "Letter Token" in his hand, "Just ask this."
Xun Ziyou was taken aback, then understood and nodded.
On the other side, the tall monster cultivator heard the clear voice, saying he should be killed and struggled to raise his head, glaring at Mo Hua angrily.
Mo Hua met the gaze fearlessly, smiling.
"You just said, after a good ’elder brother’ like you enjoyed three hundred years of good fortune, you’d go down and apologize to the ’little brother’ you just killed."
"Three hundred years is too long..."
"Why not cut to the chase, go apologize to him directly!"
The monster cultivator’s pupils widened, staring at Mo Hua with endless hatred.
But before he could say anything, a sword light flashed, and the tall monster cultivator was decapitated and killed on the spot.