Even now, thinking back, he felt somewhat bewildered.
He didnāt even know how he had step by step fallen to this point...
Like a sudden nightmare that he would never awaken from.
He transformed from a person into a beast who lived on raw flesh and blood.
And one wrong step was forever irretrievable.
"Since it canāt be undone, I must find a way to escape this sea of suffering first..."
The young monster cultivator thought and then said earnestly, "Brother Zhao, please, help me. In the future, I will surely follow your lead, whatever you say, I will do."
The tall monster cultivator was very pleased.
"But..." The young monster cultivator asked softly, "How on earth do we get out?"
Mo Hua was also puzzled.
Refining Demon Mountain is sealed.
These monster cultivators are filled with Monster Qi, trapped in the mountains. How could they leave through the mountain gate?
The tall monster cultivator lowered his voice extremely.
"This matter, Iām secretly telling you, it absolutely cannot be leaked..."
The young monster cultivator appeared solemn, leaning in closer, their voices almost inaudible.
Mo Hua lay on the large tree, instinctively leaning closer, wanting to hear what they were saying.
But just as he leaned halfway down, he heard the tall monster cultivator shout sharply:
"Whoās there?!"
Mo Hua was startled.
"Have I been discovered?"
Impossible...
Since his Divine Sense Transformation, his Divine Thought grew stronger, and having learned the Minor Five Elements Stealth Skill, his concealment methods were exquisite, and his tracking experience grew increasingly rich.
Every tailing was infallible.
Never had he been discovered by anyone before.
Could this monster cultivatorās senses be that sharp?
Mo Hua immediately became fully alert, preparing to restrain this monster cultivator, then hide behind Elder Xun and let Elder Xun deal with this trouble.
But before he could rise, the tall monster cultivator pointed his hand.
Yet, he was not pointing at Mo Hua, but at an empty spot behind the young monster cultivator, his expression heavy as he said:
"Someoneās there!"
The young monster cultivator, indeed young, was utterly defenseless and turned to look in the direction the tall monster cultivator was pointing.
In the instant he turned, he realized something.
But it was too late.
Mo Hua could clearly see, in the dark night, a flash of crimson blood light.
The tall monster cultivatorās hand transformed with demonization into a sharp claw, condensing the demonic power to the extreme, then with a fierce wind pierced through the back of the young monster cultivator in an instant.
His chest pierced, heart torn apart, the young monster cultivatorās expression was terrified, followed by a surge of boundless anger.
He wanted to take revenge on the tall monster cultivator.
Even if it meant dying, he wanted to tear off a piece of flesh.
But he was gravely injured and near death, not a match at all.
After struggling for several rounds, his arms were broken, his abdomen pierced by the tall monster cultivator, and he fell bloodied to the ground, completely dead.
The tall monster cultivator licked the blood on his arm, coldly glanced at the corpse on the ground, and mocked, "Did you even look at what youāre worth?"
"Though youāre from a family, can you compare to those real young masters of Heavenly Pride?"
"Anyone dares to look down on you."
"Yes, your talent is impressive, but so what?"
"Full of arrogance without brains, seeing those you cannot climb, you donāt even know to lower your head."
"Who but you deserves to die?"
The young monster cultivator lay cold and dead on the ground with eyes wide open, dying not at peace.
The tall monster cultivator started to strip off his black robe, "Killing you, using you as a stepping stone, I can get out."
He said, and then sneered darkly, "Donāt blame your elder brother for being unfeeling. Though youāre dead, Iām still alive, arenāt I?"
"Life is but over three hundred years, after I leave, Iāll enjoy this three hundred years of fortune for you. Once itās done, your elder brother will go down and apologize to you."
"You shouldnāt die with regrets either..."
He reached out, wanting to close the young monster cultivatorās 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 cultivatorās 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 couldnāt rise, face ashen, having lost all will to resist.
Xun Ziyou didnāt 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:
"Heās 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 cultivatorās other arm was also severed.
With the pain coursing through, this monster cultivator couldnāt 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 Huaās eyes lit up.
A good find!
On the other side, Xun Ziyouās eyes, sharp as swords, continued questioning the monster cultivator, "Whose orders are you obeying?"
"And who taught you the monster cultivatorās 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 wonāt talk."
Xun Ziyou paused, looking at Mo Hua with a complex expression.
This child, how come heās 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 thereās no difference, he surely wonāt 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 āelder brotherā like you enjoyed three hundred years of good fortune, youād go down and apologize to the ālittle brotherā you just killed."
"Three hundred years is too long..."
"Why not cut to the chase, go apologize to him directly!"
The monster cultivatorās 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.