Chapter 668: Counterattack
Chapter 668: Counterattack
Mo Hua's expression was filled with confusion.
Sacrifice? What sacrifice? Who is the sacrifice?
Mo Hua raised his eyes, looking forward with a puzzled gaze.
Was the "sacrifice" referring to the leader of the black-robed figures, or... the third eerie eye on his forehead?
As Mo Hua's gaze landed on that eerie eye, it began to tremble violently, rolling incessantly. At the same time, a voice like a divine thought, sharp and piercing, rang out:
"Kill!"
"Kill him!"
"Kill that one!"
Mo Hua was taken aback.
The black-robed leader's eyes also widened in fear.
Since the Divine Eye of the Godmaster had taken residence within him, he had never encountered a situation where the "Divine Eye" was so agitated and frenzied, almost to the point of losing control.
Why would a mere hidden cultivator cause the "Divine Eye" to be so anxious, and even reveal a hint of...
Hesitation?
The command of the Godmaster must not be disobeyed.
The black-robed leader raised his sword, but instead of striking at Mo Hua first, he intended to kill Cheng Mo and the four others who were enveloped by the bloody eye, their Dao hearts unstable and unable to resist.
They had seen the Divine Eye of the Godmaster, and they must die.
They had killed more than a dozen of his brothers, and they too must perish.
The black-robed leader's killing intent surged.
Mo Hua instantly sensed it, his eyes growing grave as he raised his fingers, intending to use the Water Prison Art to obstruct him.
But before either of them could make a move, the eerie eye trembled violently once more. Filled with bloodshot veins, it fixed its gaze on Mo Hua, and the voice of the divine thought became even more hoarse and sharp:
"Ignore the other mortals!"
"Kill him!"
"Kill that one!"
"Kill him!!!"
Even blood seeped out from the eerie eye.
The black-robed leader's face twisted in pain, his brow twitching and contorting.
He hesitated no longer and immediately pointed his demonic sword, surrounded by demonic energy, at Mo Hua. Gritting his teeth, he said:
"In obedience to the Godmaster's command, I shall slay this little brat!"
But instead of looking afraid, Mo Hua appeared slightly taken aback.
A moment later, his eyes brightened, and he let out a soft sigh of realization.
"Godmaster..."
"I've finally caught a glimpse of your true intentions..."
A slight smile curved Mo Hua's lips, but it quickly faded as he replaced it with a serious expression. With an air of arrogance, he said:
"You want to kill me? With just you?"
The black-robed leader frowned.
Mo Hua's eyes turned cold, and he formed a sword with his two fingers, an unruly and dangerous aura suddenly rising from his body.
"You're just a vile creature of the demonic path. I'll show you the power of my fire magic!"
The black-robed leader's heart sank as he was intimidated by Mo Hua's imposing manner.
Looks can be deceiving.
Despite his young age, this brat exuded an astonishing aura. He must have some powerful tricks up his sleeve.
And...
To make the Divine Eye of the Godmaster so hesitant, there must be something amiss.
Just because he was young didn't mean he could be underestimated.
The black-robed leader tightened his grip on his spiritual sword, stimulating his demonic energy, and became fully alert.
Mo Hua's expression remained arrogant, and he suddenly pointed his finger forward, a glint of killing intent flashing in his eyes.
"Meteor Fire Forbidden Art!"
Forbidden art?! The black-robed leader's expression changed drastically at these words, and he immediately channeled all his demonic energy to defend himself.
But a moment later, there was no sign of a powerful art approaching.
The black-robed leader looked down and saw that his body was wrapped in a faint blue watery light, water-shaped chains binding him tightly to the spot.
It wasn't a fire-based forbidden art at all but a water-based restraint art!
He looked up again, only to see that the young man had already scurried away into the distance, leaving behind only a small, slippery silhouette...
The black-robed leader stood there dumbfounded for a moment, a malicious fire rising in his heart, making his whole body tremble with rage.
"This damn... little bastard!"
In the presence of the Divine Eye of the Godmaster, on such a solemn occasion, he had actually... made a fool of him?!
It was utterly... despicable and shameless!!!
"I will tear you to pieces!" the black-robed leader vowed, his eyes bloodshot with fury.
He swung his sword, causing his demonic energy to surge and shatter the water prison chains that bound him. Then, he prepared to pursue Mo Hua.
But as he took his first step, he turned and saw Cheng Mo and the others.
He wanted to take this opportunity to kill these people first.
However, in the distance, Mo Hua's body was overflowing with watery light, and he was speeding away.
If he didn't give chase now and delayed any further, that brat might escape who knew where...
The black-robed leader cursed under his breath, his body surrounded by demonic energy, transforming into a black light that leaped through the air in pursuit of Mo Hua.
He was afraid that Mo Hua would escape.
He was also afraid that Mo Hua would join up with the hounds of the Daoting Court.
If that happened, he wouldn't be able to kill Mo Hua, and he would be disobeying the Godmaster's command, which would result in a terrifying "divine punishment."
Fear gripped the black-robed leader's heart, causing him to tremble involuntarily.
Therefore, that brat must die!
...
In the depths of the mountain forest, under the cover of night.
Two figures, one in front and one behind, were engaged in a chase.
After pursuing Mo Hua for a while, the black-robed leader breathed a slight sigh of relief.
The direction in which the young man was fleeing was opposite to the location of the Daoting Court cultivators...
Most likely, his divine sense was weak, and his range of perception limited, so he couldn't detect the distant reinforcements. That was why he was running around like a headless fly in the mountains...
This presented an opportunity for him.
Without the interference of those hounds from the Daoting Court, everything would be much easier.
As long as he caught up with him, he could kill him!
He was just a mere early Foundation Establishment cultivator, weak in both blood energy and spiritual power. All he had were some disgusting magic arts, and he liked to hide in the shadows, ambushing people...
Now that he had opened the "Divine Eye," he had received the blessing of the Godmaster, allowing him to see through the young man's concealment.
The brat no longer had a place to hide.
In addition, as long as he was cautious of the brat's disgusting magic arts and underhanded tactics, there would be no problem.
"This brat can't escape even if he grows wings!" the black-robed leader sneered, speeding up his pursuit of Mo Hua.
Mo Hua's retreating figure seemed flustered, as if afraid of being caught. He ran for his life, seemingly "panic-stricken and reckless."
The direction he fled in was quite remote, and the further he ran, the more remote it became.
At first, he ran on obvious mountain paths, but as the pursuit intensified, he had no time to consider his route, and he ended up on rugged mountain trails, desolate valleys, and silent forests.
In the eyes of the black-robed leader, this was akin to courting death.
The chase continued...
The night was as dark as ink, and the moonlight was cold as frost.
After running for an unknown duration, in a valley enclosed on three sides and filled with dead wood, Mo Hua was finally caught up to.
The black-robed leader sneered, "Where do you plan to run now?"
Mo Hua's face was pale, and he asked, "Why do you want to kill me?"
The black-robed leader took a step forward, his face twisted in contempt, "The Godmaster commands your death, and you have no choice but to die!"
Mo Hua took a step back, his expression fearful as he asked, "Then, was it also the 'Godmaster's' order when you abducted cultivators and sold them?"
The black-robed leader was about to say something but stopped himself, merely snorting coldly, "You are not worthy to know."
He took another large step forward.
Mo Hua continued to back away, his expression anxious, "Don't come any closer..."
The black-robed leader's spiritual sense was icy cold, and the demonic energy surrounding his sword was profound. He focused all his attention on Mo Hua's movements, blocking off any escape routes, step by step cornering his prey.
Mo Hua's eyes were like those of a frightened deer, his expression pitiful.
However, none of this could shake the black-robed leader's cold determination to kill.
Backed into a corner with nowhere to escape, Mo Hua gritted his teeth and said, "If you take another step, I..."
The black-robed leader raised his sword, a slight smile playing on his lips, "And what will you do if I do?"
The fear in Mo Hua's eyes faded, and his gaze became clear and profound. A slight smile also appeared on his lips.
"If you take another step, I will kill you."
The black-robed leader was taken aback, his eyes widening in surprise.
His peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a faint spark of fire at his feet.
It was the same familiar aura, the same familiar array.
The black-robed leader wanted to dodge again, but he realized that the ground was already covered in a large array, leaving him nowhere to escape.
The array was activated.
The array patterns glowed with a vivid red light, intertwining with each other to form several sets of Fire Array.
Before the black-robed leader could think further, the array exploded with a series of loud blasts.
Fire blazed, and flames soared.
Accompanied by a series of rumbling explosions, the black-robed leader was completely engulfed by the flames.
The explosive power of the array sent fiery spiritual energy raging through the valley.
However, as the flames approached Mo Hua, they suddenly veered away, as if afraid to offend the "master" of the array.
Mo Hua stood by, his pupils flickering with firelight, silently watching as the black-robed leader was consumed by the flames.
After a dozen or so breaths, the fire subsided.
The smoke cleared, revealing the black-robed leader's figure.
His body had been badly burned by the flames, covered in charred marks, and the mask that had concealed his face had been burned away, exposing his features.
It was a young face.
Even though it was scarred by burns, one could still make out the vague contours.
Mo Hua did not recognize him and so regarded him with a sense of strangeness.
The black-robed leader subconsciously reached up to cover his face, but then he realized that Mo Hua had already seen him for so long that there was no point in trying to hide anymore.
With his true face exposed, the black-robed leader actually calmed down.
He stared coldly at Mo Hua, "This time, you are truly finished."
Mo Hua sighed, "You've said that so many times, my ears are getting calloused from hearing it."
After a pause, Mo Hua added with a hint of regret, "I don't know if I'll die or not, but just now, you were almost killed for real."
The black-robed leader's face twisted with anger, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
This damn brat was too arrogant!
However, at the same time, his heart trembled with shock, and he was filled with confusion.
The black-robed leader's gaze turned icy as he stared at Mo Hua, "When did you set up this array? Why didn't I see any array flags or array plates?"
Mo Hua smiled mischievously, "I'm not going to tell you."
The black-robed leader was infuriated by this adorable yet hateful expression, and his demonic energy surged as he charged at Mo Hua with his sword.
At the same time, a stronger wave of demonic energy surged from his heart meridian.
This demonic energy merged with the black-robed leader's flesh and blood, healing his wounds while also replacing his spiritual energy, flowing through his meridians.
As the black-robed leader raised his sword, his movements were still a bit sluggish due to his severe injuries.
But as the demonic energy surged, his aura suddenly skyrocketed, his speed increased, his sword attacks became more powerful, and the demonic energy surrounding his sword intensified.
He was going all out.
Using his innate demonic energy, he was determined to kill this brat at all costs!
The sword energy was biting cold, and the demonic energy raged wildly, intending to finish off Mo Hua.
However, whenever the sword energy mixed with demonic energy was about to strike Mo Hua, he would always manage to dodge at the very last moment.
The black-robed leader was always a step faster, but Mo Hua was always just a bit faster.
It was like trying to slash flowing water.
Mo Hua transformed his body into water, always managing to slip away from the blade.
The black-robed leader's expression flickered.
"The Zhang family's Flowing Water Step?"
But then he shook his head, "No, it doesn't seem quite right... The Flowing Water Step isn't this exquisite and bizarre..."
The black-robed leader frowned.
At that moment, a spark of fire flashed at his feet.
Like a startled bird, the black-robed leader immediately jumped away.
The array patterns intertwined and formed a complete array, which instantly exploded. Although the array was formed quickly, it was still too conspicuous.
Having been caught in the explosion twice before, the black-robed leader was now more cautious and managed to dodge the blast.
The array didn't hit him directly.
However, despite this, the black-robed leader still looked shocked.
This time, he clearly saw that there were no array flags, no array plates, and not even any array media. The spirit ink moved on its own on the ground, forming an array according to the array pivot structure.
"Array formation without media?"
No...
The black-robed leader frowned in thought, then suddenly realized, "It's not an array formation without media, but using the ground as the media... drawing the array?"
He looked up sharply, staring at Mo Hua with a disbelieving expression, "Who exactly are you?"
"And what is your connection to the Earth Sect?"
Mo Hua was taken aback, then furrowed his brows.
This guy knows a lot...
Who exactly is he? How could he figure out the secrets of my movement technique and array just from our few encounters?
This slave trader must not be allowed to live!
And the black-robed leader also dared not let Mo Hua live.
His face had been seen by Mo Hua.
Moreover, Mo Hua's movement technique and array seemed to have an extraordinary origin, hinting at a deep connection.
He must be killed immediately, and then he would ask Mr. Tu to cover up any traces, eliminating any potential future troubles.
Amidst this urging was a hint of... fear.
It seemed that the Divine Eye had sensed something indescribable through the young man's array.
"Kill!"
The black-robed leader's eyes darkened as he intensified his sword attacks and demonic energy, forcing Mo Hua to use the Flowing Water Step to dodge frantically.
Under such suppression, Mo Hua had no opportunity to set up an array.
Likewise, if Mo Hua was careless and was slashed by the sword energy or his flesh was corroded by the demonic energy, he would immediately lose his life.
The black-robed leader's offensive became increasingly fierce.
Although Mo Hua managed to dodge with his agile movements, it was clear that he was becoming more and more overwhelmed.
Just then, the eerie eye on the black-robed leader's forehead suddenly shone with a scarlet light, enveloping Mo Hua.
Although Mo Hua's spiritual sense was unaffected by the eye, the sudden blood-colored shroud startled him, causing his spiritual sense to falter and his body to hesitate for a moment.
The black-robed leader seized this opportunity.
He swung his sword, and the demonic energy transformed into a rainbow-like arc, streaking towards Mo Hua.
Gritting his teeth, Mo Hua pushed his spiritual sense to the limit, using the Flowing Water Step to create an afterimage, barely evading the demonic energy.
However, his balance was disrupted, and he stumbled, letting out a yelp as he fell to the ground.
The black-robed leader sneered and slashed his sword again.
With this strike, he channeled a large amount of demonic energy, intending to kill Mo Hua with a single blow and put an end to this once and for all.
He wanted to make sure that Mo Hua didn't have any protective spiritual artifacts on him, so he was prepared to deliver another strike if the first one didn't finish the job.
Therefore, he spent a little more time gathering his strength for this attack.
Just as he was about to bring his sword down, the black-robed leader's pupils suddenly contracted.
He realized that Mo Hua had disappeared!
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a faint blue watery light that had appeared behind him.
There was also a hint of fiery aura gathering behind him.
The black-robed leader's heart trembled.
He inexplicably recalled Mo Hua's previous words:
"I'll show you the power of my fire magic..."
Was it the Meteor Fire Forbidden Art?
Could it be that... forbidden art?
His mother...
The black-robed leader was on high alert, his face filled with dread as he condensed his demonic energy into a protective armor around his body. He then quickly turned his head and saw a Fireball Technique exploding on his face.
This fireball was just an ordinary one.
It wasn't very powerful, and it didn't even break through his demonic energy.
It was more like...
An insult.
The black-robed leader remained silent for a moment, his face twisting into a hideous sneer.
"You little beast!"
"Are you still playing games with me?!"
Even at the brink of death, you still dare to toy with me repeatedly!
The black-robed leader's eyes widened in fury, and his demonic energy surged like a tidal wave.
He brandished his long sword like a madman, disregarding everything as he frantically slashed at Mo Hua.
Within the valley, sword energy and demonic energy intertwined and surged.
The sword energy left deep gashes, and the demonic energy corroded the vegetation.
Mo Hua's figure became even more disheveled.
However, despite his dire situation, he took the opportunity to throw a couple of fireballs at the black-robed leader's face.
The damage was negligible, but the insult was profound.
Filled with murderous intent, the black-robed leader intensified his sword attacks and demonic energy while mocking and taunting Mo Hua, "Where's your Meteor Fire Forbidden Art now?"
"Is that all you've got?"
"Just these measly fireballs?"
"Aren't your arrays supposed to be powerful? Why don't you use them?"
"You little beast, show me the power of your fire magic!"
...
After an unknown amount of time of relentless insults, the black-robed leader's spiritual sense grew weary, and he became a bit dazed. When he refocused, Mo Hua seized the opportunity to flicker out of sight, the watery light vanishing from the black-robed leader's eyes.
At the same time, the black-robed leader sensed Mo Hua's aura and that faint hint of fiery aura behind him once again.
It was the same familiar feeling...
But this time, the black-robed leader merely sneered in contempt.
He didn't try to dodge.
He didn't bother to condense his demonic energy into a protective armor.
Nor did he employ any other defensive measures.
Instead, he swung his sword backhand, gathering demonic energy to block the fireball and take the chance to kill Mo Hua.
However, halfway through the swing, the black-robed leader suddenly froze, his body turning ice cold.
He sensed that the aura behind him was slightly off.
It wasn't just one fireball, but two, converging behind him.
After the fireballs condensed, an overwhelming spiritual sense pressed down on him, followed by a tearing howl.
It seemed that something had collapsed and fused together.
Then, an incredibly refined, scorching flame aura emerged, the spiritual energy compressed to a terrifying degree.
A crisp yet icy voice rang out:
"I'll show you the power of my fire magic..."
The black-robed leader's pupils trembled.
"What is this?!"
At this critical juncture, he tried to turn around, intending to mobilize his demonic energy to protect himself. But it was too late.
Behind the black-robed leader, Mo Hua rubbed his hands together.
A pale purple "meteorite," imbued with immense spiritual energy, took form.
With lightning-quick reflexes, Mo Hua pressed this "meteorite" against the black-robed leader's back.
An explosive release of spiritual energy ensued.
The spiritual power warped and twisted, and raging flames surged forth.
The black-robed leader felt as if hundreds of "Explosive Runes" had been stuffed into his chest, detonating simultaneously. The fearsome flames ravaged his flesh, spiritual energy, and demonic energy, annihilating them all.
Then, a dazzling flash of fire, so bright it distorted colors, erupted from his chest.
The black-robed leader's expression was one of disbelief.
"How could it really be... a forbidden art?"
He lowered his head to look at the gaping hole in his chest, his pupils still reflecting shock even as they lost focus.
His body slowly knelt down, devoid of life.
(End of Chapter)
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