Afterward, relying on the Water Passing Step, Mo Hua could run away no matter what.
He was only at the Qi Refining Sixth Level now, and tangling with these Body Cultivators at the Qi Refining Ninth Level wasn’t too wise—it would be good enough to escape.
Having made up his mind, Mo Hua turned to leave.
Qian Shunzhi and the others also sensed something amiss, their intentions seemed to have been discovered somehow.
Without delay, they also got up, ready to take action by force.
Suddenly, a pair of large hands pressed down on Qian Shunzhi’s shoulders, pushing him back into his seat.
Qian Shunzhi looked up to see an unfamiliar Monster Hunter at the Qi Refining Ninth Level, with a robust aura.
He looked around and saw that his companions were also restrained, with several other Monster Hunters surrounding them.
“You stole my stuff,” said the Monster Hunter.
Qian Shunzhi’s eyelids twitched as he denied, “I didn’t steal anything.”
“No, you did!”
Qian Shunzhi scoffed, “What did I steal from you?”
“Oh, my mistake,” said the Monster Hunter, “you wanted to rob me of my things!”
“You on—”
Before Qian Shunzhi could finish, the Monster Hunter punched him in the stomach.
A wave of agony shot through him, and knowing that they had been exposed, Qian Shunzhi, bearing the pain, drew his knife and slashed at the Monster Hunter.
The other Qian Family Cultivators also sprang into action.
The Monster Hunters and Qian Family Cultivators clashed, blood qi surging, spiritual power swirling.
The scene became chaotic for a moment, but after about twenty rounds of skirmish, the Monster Hunters, outnumbering them, had knocked all of Qian Shunzhi’s party to the ground and tied them up with ropes.
Mo Hua was taken aback, then he realized.
This was South Main Street, the territory of the Monster Hunters, effectively his “territory.”
The street was full of familiar Monster Hunters.
Mo Hua suddenly felt his backbone stiffen.
If the Qian Family came looking for trouble, naturally the Monster Hunters’ uncles and elders would deal with them.
He didn’t even need to run, nor did he need to waste any Formations.
Seeing them tied up, Mo Hua approached and took a look, then asked, “Uncle Zhao, what should we do with these people?”
The leading Monster Hunter was none other than Old Zhao.
Previously, Old Zhao had been chased by the Qian Family and left barely alive, hanging on a cliffside branch; it was Mo Hua who found him, enabling his rescue.
Old Zhao was severely injured and had been recovering for some time; now his wounds were mostly healed.
Old Zhao smiled at Mo Hua, “Beat them up first, then send them to the Taoist Court, accusing them of attempted murder.”
Mo Hua nodded, “They did try to kill me, thank you, Uncle Zhao.”
“What’s there to thank.” Old Zhao chuckled, “If we’re talking about thanks, I’m the one who should be thanking you. If you hadn’t been there, I might not have survived.”
Mo Hua laughed, “It was no big deal, no thanks needed.”
Old Zhao rifled through the Qian Family Cultivators’ Storage Bags and pulled out a few Jade Talismans, tossing them to Mo Hua, “Take these Runes and have some fun with them.”