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As expected!
Gui Tao’s people felt somewhat absent-minded, subsequently still finding it hard to believe.
Heavenly Secret Tricky Calculation, could it be so easily stolen and learned?
Watching how after only having used it a few times, this little thing had actually managed to learn and apply it so skillfully?
What’s more, in front of oneself, having planted a devil in one’s Taoist Heart, hanging by a thread, he still had the audacity to steal one’s Heavenly Secret Tricky Calculation…
What exactly had his junior brother taught…
At a glance, he appeared harmless to humans and animals, but was actually quite strange…
Gui Tao’s people’s gaze turned ice-cold.
No matter what, having learned the Heavenly Secret Tricky Calculation meant certain death!
Mo Hua’s expression also grew solemn.
He too sensed the intense intent to kill in Gui Tao’s people’s eyes.
However, the current situation was a life-or-death struggle, to begin with.
Planting Devil in Taoist Heart, corroding the Sea of Consciousness.
Looking at Uncle’s appearance, he hadn’t planned on sparing him either.
He must find every possible way to survive his encounter with Uncle…
In the Sea of Consciousness, silence prevailed, only the intent to kill solidified.
Gui Tao’s people’s expression remained cold and detached as he held the Sumeru Sword horizontally, the eerie Sword Qi coalescing.
Mo Hua’s eyes were bright and piercing, as he focused and conjured spells.
The two engaged in a real contest of Divine Thought within Mo Hua’s Sea of Consciousness…
Gui Tao’s people, this incarnation of Demon Thought, were at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, with powerful Divine Thought and profound methods.
While Mo Hua, although his Divine Sense only had Thirteen Stripes, had condensed Divine Sense and several Divine Sense techniques; having survived numerous perilous Divine Thought Slaughters, he could barely be considered battle-hardened.
Divine Thought Slaughter was imminent.
Black Sword Qi swept through, with bright red fireballs flying about.
After several exchanges, Mo Hua realized a terrifying truth:
Doomed…
He was simply no match for his Uncle…
His Uncle was just too strong!
His presence was as deep as an abyss, surrounded by swirling Gui Qi, his methods unfathomably deep.
His own Fireball Technique and Manifesting Formation couldn’t harm a hair on Uncle’s head; all attack methods had barely approached him before being dissolved by a couple of his sword moves.
And his Sword Qi was extremely powerful, wounding upon contact.
Mo Hua dared not take it head-on.
He could only try to contain, to delay, and then find a way to survive…
The two kept clashing.
After dozens of rounds, Mo Hua had always been at a disadvantage, his form disheveled, chased about haphazardly by the Sword Qi, but, to his surprise…
He had actually held out under his Uncle’s hand…
Though still in a sorry state, he barely managed to “cling” on to life.
Not struck dead by Uncle’s sword…
“Am I that amazing?”
Mo Hua was taken aback, his thoughts stirring, as he came to a realization.
His speed was faster than Uncle’s!
He found that the speed at which he manifested spells and Formations seemed to be a bit faster than Uncle’s…
Uncle was fast in his moves because he was extremely powerful.
And his own speed was fast because of the boost to Divine Sense from the Heaven Yan Jue, because of the use of Divine Sense in the Spiritual Pivot Formation, because he practiced Drawing Formation every day, honing Divine Sense over time.
His moves were slightly faster than Uncle’s.
It was precisely this slight advantage that allowed him to barely hang on under his Uncle’s hand.
In the world of spells, only speed is unbeatable!
“Grandpa Gui was right all along!”
Mo Hua steadied his heart and started to focus, grappling with Gui Tao’s people.
Gui Tao’s people maintained a consistently cold demeanor but felt a hint of surprise in his heart.