Chapter 324

Mo Hua frowned, pondering in his mind.

The third boss of Great Heishan had seen him before.

If he told Qian's Ancestor about Mo Hua's entry into Great Heishan and drew a portrait, the Ancestor would surely recognize him.

He had caused Qian's family so much trouble, and he was a gifted young array master—Qian's Ancestor could not possibly be unaware of his appearance.

The array at Great Heishan had been tampered with.

Mo Hua had entered Great Heishan; Mo Hua was a young array master.

Qian's Ancestor would inevitably conclude that Mo Hua was behind all of this, and all blame would fall on Mo Hua.

But now it seemed Qian's Ancestor was unaware.

Why?

Mo Hua's gaze sharpened.

And overwhelming strength defeating weakness is also a law of the Dao.

I forced my palm toward Commander Yang, dodged the Dao Soldiers' spears, spun back and tore—terrible blood trails dissolved, slicing beneath a squad of Dao Soldiers, killing several instantly.

Moments earlier, Commander Yang Jiang Le had completed his buildup, his aura surging violently; spear and man became one, the spear lashed forth like a dragon, instantly reaching behind Qian's Spiritual Power, the spear driving with immense force straight through Qian's Spiritual Power's chest.

During the encirclement, one Qian family disciple had intervened to help.

Defeating strength with weakness is the law of the Dao.

Qian's Spiritual Power had tried multiple times to break free, but Elder One and others had fought desperately to block him, while Dao Soldiers pinned him down, forcing him back into the trap of overwhelming siege.

Jiang Le of Qian's family was wrapped in condensed blood qi; as he swung his hands, blood trails slashed through the air, deflecting every attack—but gradually, he grew increasingly overwhelmed.

Inferior Dao arts have weak power, but Jiang Le consumes little; his charging time is long—he must seize the moment for a single decisive strike, or else he either misses, or else, due to insufficient depletion by the Ancestor, he falls into passivity.

Could it be that the eighth boss was actually an old eighth?

Everyone was exhausted from prolonged battle, lacking the strength to stop him, and could only let Qian's Spiritual Power escape.

"But why would that eighth boss report seeing you?"

Mo Hua had truly witnessed for the first time the assault of Dao Soldiers.

Commander Yang wanted to strike again and stop Qian's Spiritual Power, but his previous Dao art had already exhausted his Jiang Le.

Qian's Spiritual Power was about to die beneath the spear.

Yet after all that effort, Qian's Spiritual Power's blood qi remained vigorous.

Mo Hua sighed softly.

Great Heishan had taken defensive measures.

After saying that, he quickly closed his eyes.

"Great Heishan?"

The only possibility was that the third boss had only mentioned that Great Heishan's array had been tampered with, but had not told Qian's Ancestor about encountering Mo Hua.

Commander Yang poured all his strength into his golden Ancestor-infused spear; the spear trembled and emitted brilliant light, unleashing terrifying might.

Human strength has limits, but if enough people are united and their hearts are aligned, their power becomes boundless.

Qian's Spiritual Power laughed coldly.

Qian's Great Heishan, expressionless, sneered: "A dying man should have died long ago—everything he does is worth it."

Elder One and others tried to block Qian's Jiang Le, but were stopped by Great Heishan's intervention.

They had not expected that Dao Ting Si would directly petition to summon Dao Soldiers and annihilate Great Heishan.

At the eleventh hour, Great Heishan's expression turned grim; he took Elder One's blade straight to the chest, clashed palms with Young Master An, used the rebound to surge forward, ignoring his own injuries, charging straight toward Commander Yang and forcing him back with sinister palm power.

At that moment, the Qian family disciples realized their family had hidden so many secrets—and that they, as Qian family disciples themselves, had known nothing.

The Hunter-AntiBeast Masters, Dao Ting Si, and the Qi Condensation cultivators of An's family mostly held back, merely standing in silent confrontation with the Qian disciples, serving as a deterrent to prevent any Qian members from turning traitor and causing further trouble.

This encirclement had finally come to an end.

Elder One recognized the man and cried out in shock and fury: "Great Heishan!"

Just like an array—one stroke, one line accumulating array patterns, forming a weak array that gains power beyond ordinary understanding.

Everyone roared in anger.

Qian's Great Heishan did not try to flee; he fought until his energy was spent, until his life force vanished, finally kneeling half-dead, blood pooling beneath him.

During the offensive, movements were chaotic and uncoordinated; spears lashed forth like dragons, striking Qian's Jiang Le, then retreating immediately after each strike without lingering.

Although Mo Hua was an array master, he was also merely a ten-year-old young cultivator, with low realm, and Qian's Ancestor knew nothing of his concealment arts or Flowing Water Step.

Gaining a moment's respite, Qian's Spiritual Power swallowed two blood-red pills; the flesh on his chest writhed, his wounds gradually stanching.

Fighting against Dao Soldiers was defiance of Dao Ting Si.

Commander Yang led the Dao Soldiers in the main assault, applying relentless, unceasing pressure to slowly drain Qian's Spiritual Power's Jiang Le, gradually worsening his injuries and depleting his blood qi.

"You're not even a seventh-rank array master—if you could have set a seventh-rank array, you wouldn't have been unable to completely trap and kill Qian's Spiritual Power, nor would there have been so many casualties."

"What exactly happened?"

But Qian's Great Heishan had been left behind.

Merely knowing that Great Heishan's array had been tampered with, Qian's Ancestor, no matter how hard he thought, could never have suspected any connection to Mo Hua.

The attackers' momentum slowed.

And because the third boss concealed his encounter with Mo Hua, Qian's Ancestor never suspected Mo Hua.

Elder One roared in fury: "Qian the old dog, how many have you killed? How many life-extending pills have you devoured?!"

The encirclement against Qian's Jiang Le had officially begun.

This had been expected by all—but when someone actually acted, it still took everyone by surprise.

The tampering of the array had raised Qian's Ancestor's suspicions.

But this pill only treats symptoms, not the root—drag it out any longer, and he will surely die!

Just as Xiao Jia thought that if they kept draining, they could crush Qian Jia's spiritual power, a sudden change occurred.

Qian Jia's spiritual power, instead of weakening as expected, became even more violent; its blood qi grew denser, its eyes blazing with crimson malice, like a dying beast struggling in desperation.

Commander Yang, Jiang Le Xing, Young Master An, and Zhou Zhangsi also coordinated with the Dao Soldiers, striking together to exhaust and kill Qian Jia's spiritual power.

Commander Yang's eyes were bloodshot with rage.

The precautions they had taken were utterly useless.

Qian Jia's spiritual power did not know Mo Hua was behind the scenes; the Elder would never reveal Mo Hua, nor would they dare speak his name.

Qian Jia's spiritual power's face twitched. "Inferior Dao Art?"

"Enough with your words," Commander Yang jabbed his spear forward and roared, "Kill!"

At the same time, another squad of Dao Soldiers launched their attack in succession, circling and strangling without pause, relentless in their assault, granting Qian Jia's spiritual power no chance to breathe.

Several Foundation Establishment cultivators held Qian Jia's spiritual power in place, preventing it from escaping.

Qian Jia's spiritual power pushed its limits, activating its blood-red escape technique, trying once more to break through and flee.

Commander Yang had no choice but to retract his strike.

Everyone's wounds were severe; some had already died at Qian Jia's spiritual power's hands.

But Qian Jia's spiritual power was at mid-Foundation Establishment, and after consuming the Longevity Pill, its blood qi was thick; though gravely wounded, it had not yet died.

His spear technique, exploiting the instant Qian Jia's spiritual power could not escape, struck Jiang Le Xing.

Qian Jia's spiritual power smiled faintly. "Pity. This retribution came a little too late. Had it come sooner, fewer lives would have been lost."

It tried to withdraw and flee, but another squad of Dao Soldiers clung to it again, preventing escape.

Mo Hua sat cross-legged on the rooftop, watching it all from afar.

The newcomer was none other than Qian Jia's Great Heishan, and Jiang Le Xing's chief heir!

Mo Hua watched with calmness and growing urgency, and within him, a sudden realization dawned.

Its escape route was Great Baishan!

Qian Jia's spiritual power broke through the encirclement, turned back silently, its blood-red eyes fixed on Great Heishan, then swept over the crowd, and without a word, transformed into a streak of blood-red light, shooting straight through the main gate of Xiancheng.

Qian Jia's spiritual power, severely wounded, fled toward Great Baishan.

And Qian Jia's spiritual power finally weakened, its blood qi collapsing.

Qian Jia erupted into chaos.

The path of cultivation is long and endless; formations are vast and profound. I still have much to learn. I am still not strong enough…

I must escape…

"Old man, die!"

The golden light of annihilation coiled around the spear, relentlessly crushing Qian Jia's spiritual power's blood qi, extinguishing its life force.

Thus, in Qian Jia's spiritual power's eyes, Elder Yu had indeed inexplicably leaked secrets and was suddenly wiped out by Dao Soldiers.

Unfortunately, they failed to kill Qian Jia's spiritual power. Worse still, this ambush still cost many lives, many sacrifices.

Mo Hua thought silently within:

The Elder glanced at him silently and sighed. "Was it worth it?"

These Dao Soldiers were his subordinates, but also his brothers-in-arms.

The Elder merely spoke coldly:

The Dao Soldiers shouted in unison, "Kill!" and charged toward Qian Jia's spiritual power, following the direction of his spear.

When a single cultivator's cultivation is insufficient, this method—unified spiritual resonance, united will, fighting as one against a powerful foe—is the only way.

It seems my abilities are still inadequate. My formation skills still need improvement.

The other squads of first-rank Dao Soldiers could not stop Qian Jia's spiritual power; they could only thrust their spears with all their strength, leaving behind a trail of wounds on Qian Jia's spiritual power.

That Qian Jia Jiang Le Xing, long thought "dead," was finally dead.

The moment Jiang Le Xing appeared, Qian Jia's spiritual power tried to flee.

Each Dao Soldier squad consisted of ten men, with similar elemental roots, identical cultivation methods, wearing standardized armor and wielding sharp long spears; through formation resonance, their spiritual energies harmonized, their morale surging instantly.

"Heaven's net is vast, yet nothing escapes. Men act, Heaven watches. You have amassed too much evil—this retribution is due!"

The main force of the ambush against Qian Jia Jiang Le Xing consisted of Jiang Le Xing and six other late-Foundation Establishment cultivators, along with hundreds of Dao Soldiers under Commander Yang.

The slaughter continued; hours later, the Dao Soldiers began suffering casualties, and Jiang Le Xing and others' wounds grew worse.

A profound aura suddenly erupted from a corner of Qian Jia, rushing straight toward the battlefield.

"Isn't Great Heishan dead?"

This spear technique was called Radiant Gold Spear, a secret spear art of the Yang family, and a seventh-rank inferior Dao Art.

Mo Hua felt a flicker of doubt within.

Qian Jia would not commit the grave crime of rebellion; at this life-or-death moment, no one in Qian Jia cared about their spiritual power.

He felt both regret and sorrow.