Chapter 255: Cornered
Chapter 255: Cornered
The bald monk fled with the wind, his figure disappearing into the distance as Lu Hui and Zhang Lan gave chase.
Mo Hua remained where he was.
The battle in the valley was drawing to a close. The guilty cultivators were either dead or subdued, and the Dao Court had suffered minimal casualties.
After a while, Mo Shan and Ji Qingbai appeared at the valley entrance, intending to pursue the bald monk. However, Mo Hua stopped them.
"Father, let me go with you. Uncle Ji doesn't need to come."
Ji Qingbai hurriedly objected, "That's not appropriate."
Mo Shan glanced at Mo Hua, a realization dawning on him as he said, "Brother Ji, you don't need to go."
"But this is my fault..." Ji Qingbai frowned, unsure.
Mo Hua smiled mysteriously and assured him, "Uncle Ji, don't worry."
As Ji Qingbai hesitated, Mo Shan and Mo Hua had already activated their spiritual powers and were speeding after the bald monk.
Left behind, Ji Qingbai pondered Mo Hua's smile, a question forming in his mind. "What is that child up to?"
Mo Hua and Mo Shan pursued their quarry, occasionally pausing to consult the compass and verify their direction.
The bald monk, fleeing from Zhang Lan and Lu Hui, had to exert all his efforts to employ his escape techniques, inevitably creating spiritual power fluctuations that left a clear trail on the compass.
Before long, a residual image of the bald monk's spiritual power appeared in Mo Hua's divine sense.
As a cultivator with a wind-type spirit root, his spiritual power was a pale white, easily distinguishable.
The bald monk hid alone in a forest, his surroundings devoid of Zhang Lan and Lu Hui.
Apparently, he had managed to shake off his pursuers temporarily with his superior agility.
"Father, he's over there," Mo Hua pointed out the bald monk's location.
Although Mo Shan's divine sense was not as strong as Mo Hua's, his eyesight was exceptional. With a quick glance, he spotted the bald monk hiding in the bushes.
Mo Shan's figure flashed as he rushed towards the bald monk.
Simultaneously, the bald monk also noticed Mo Shan and cursed under his breath. He had no choice but to summon his spiritual power once more and employ his escape technique to flee further.
The bald monk cursed inwardly.
He had managed to deceive Zhang Lan and Lu Hui, intending to take a break and recover his spiritual power. But now, he had been discovered again.
However, the bald monk was confident in his agility. Over the years, his wind-based escape art had kept him alive and thriving.
As a guilty cultivator, it didn't matter how strong your cultivation was; it was more important to be faster than your enemies.
As long as you could outrun your pursuers, you wouldn't be caught by your enemies or captured by the Dao Court.
Over the years, guilty cultivators with higher cultivation levels and more powerful abilities than him had perished or been crippled.
Only he, relying on his agility, had survived and even become the leader of a group!
He had been chased countless times over the years, and this situation was nothing new to him.
However, he gradually realized something was amiss.
His agility was faster than that of the hunter behind him, but no matter how far he fled, as soon as he stopped to rest, the hunter would quickly catch up.
It was as if an ever-watchful eye was fixed upon him.
"What's going on?" The bald monk's heart sank.
He scrutinized himself and felt as if there was an elusive divine sense lurking on his body, almost imperceptible unless one paid close attention.
The more concealed a divine sense was, the more powerful it tended to be!
The bald monk broke into a cold sweat. "Whose divine sense is this?"
Could it be a Foundation Establishment cultivator spying on me?
Panic gripped the bald monk, causing him to lose his footing. Mo Shan seized this opportunity, closing in and unleashing a fiery blade that slashed downwards.
The blade glowed like a raging inferno, its crimson spiritual power surging forth.
Mo Shan didn't waste time with words and charged forward, brandishing his sword.
The bald monk tried to buy some time with a few words, but seeing that Mo Shan wasn't giving him a chance, he could only curse inwardly and brace himself for the confrontation.
Their weapons clashed, wind and fire spiritual powers clashing and sending ripples of force in all directions.
After only a few exchanges, the bald monk realized he was no match for Mo Shan, and his defeat was only a matter of time.
Since defeat was inevitable, he had to plan his escape.
After a few more moves, the bald monk suddenly retreated, raising his right hand to reveal several talismans.
Mo Shan was taken aback and halted his advance.
At the same time, the bald monk activated the talismans.
Suddenly, dust and dirt flew into the air, and waves of earth-type spiritual power surged from the ground, assaulting Mo Shan relentlessly.
Mo Shan had no choice but to retreat.
The bald monk's eyes narrowed as he turned and ran.
This talisman was called the Earth-Shaking Talisman, which he had obtained after killing a family of three cultivators and searching their storage bags.
He activated this talisman to force Mo Shan back, creating an opportunity to flee.
With his movement technique, he could create distance, and it wouldn't be easy for Mo Shan to catch up.
Among all movement techniques, Wind Escape was the fastest! In the Great Black Mountain, he had killed and robbed countless people, and so far, no one had been able to stop him.
A sneer curled the bald monk's lips, and he surrounded himself with wind-type spiritual power before turning to leave, giving Mo Shan a contemptuous glance as he departed.
But as he took his first step, he realized something was amiss.
It was as if something had locked him in place, and he couldn't move!
The bald monk looked down, and his pupils contracted.
At some point, chains made of condensed water vapor had appeared out of thin air, binding him tightly to the spot!
"Not good!" The bald monk's heart sank as he looked up to see Mo Shan's sword descending upon him like a fiery inferno.
With a desperate struggle, the bald monk finally broke free of the spell's restraints just before Mo Shan's sword struck.
He hastily raised his sword to block Mo Shan's attack.
Although he had broken free of the spell and blocked the sword, his chance to escape had vanished.
Filled with hatred, the bald monk continued to fight while shouting, "Who's the one ambushing me? Show yourself!"
The bald monk's angry voice echoed through the surroundings.
But Mo Hua, hidden in the trees, naturally wouldn't answer. After all, it was an ambush, so he definitely couldn't reveal himself.
How could it be an ambush if he showed himself?
Mo Hua sat leisurely on a tree branch, holding some wild fruit he had just picked in his left hand while his right hand was raised, channeling his spiritual sense to lock onto the bald monk.
A cat-playing-with-a-mouse expression crossed Mo Hua's face.
He was right; the Water Prison Technique did restrain agile cultivators like the bald monk, and it was even more effective than he had anticipated.
Whenever the bald monk tried to flee, Mo Hua would use the Water Prison Technique to immobilize him.
The technique could bind the bald monk for about two breaths, and in that time, it was absolutely impossible for him to escape Mo Shan's grasp.
The bald monk tried several times but failed to break free.
Each time he got close, the bizarre technique would restrain him.
It was fast, precise, and unpredictable.
The bald monk fought with increasing trepidation and despair.
His renowned movement technique, which had served him so well in the Great Black Mountain, was completely countered by this mysterious and bizarre technique!
If things continued like this, he would be finished.
(End of Chapter)
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