Chapter 741

A second-rank, thirteen-pattern Earth Fire Array!

The array patterns burned crimson as blood, searing like magma!

In an instant, it exploded violently.

Boiling fire-elemental spiritual energy surged wildly, intertwining like fire serpents, completely engulfing the cultivators.

The spiritual energy dissipated, leaving behind utter devastation.

When the dust cleared, Jiang Laoda's battered figure emerged.

Before him hung a golden bell spiritual artifact, fully activated, shielding his body—but not his entire form…

His left arm and leg were charred black by the Earth Fire Array; even his blood had been baked dry.

His right side, though protected by the artifact, still bore the blast's impact—internal organs trembled with pain, and blood spewed from his mouth.

The golden bell artifact was riddled with cracks, clearly ruined.

Jiang Laoda, as a leader, had extensive experience in trafficking cultivators, often walking the river's edge with his head tied to his belt—his nature was suspicious and sharp.

So, the moment he sensed Mo Hua's words were off, he grew wary.

At the eleventh hour, he pulled out his life-saving artifact, barely surviving with grave injuries.

But his eleven subordinates—the other "human traffickers"—were not so lucky.

A second-rank, thirteen-pattern array was already a "massive weapon" for Foundation Establishment cultivators.

They never imagined someone could silently lay such a killing array on the ground.

Caught completely off guard, they were instantly consumed by the Earth Fire Array's flames, their meridians shattered by the fire-elemental impact, collapsing one by one.

Some died outright; those still alive had only a breath left.

Without pills to sustain their lives, they wouldn't last.

Jiang Laoda's heart bled.

These were his brothers-in-arms!

In the cultivation world, he couldn't survive alone—he needed his brothers' support.

These brothers were the core he'd painstakingly built over the years, sharing in burning, killing, trafficking, feasting, and drinking.

Now, with this explosion, how many would still live?

Ignoring his wounds, Jiang Laoda's fury surged; he turned—and his eyes nearly burst.

He saw that demon, right then, calmly "finishing off" the wounded?!

Like the King of Hell, he walked up to anyone still breathing and struck them with a fireball technique.

The fireball technique was powerful.

Those barely clinging to life were instantly extinguished by the fireball's blast.

Jiang Laoda's eyes turned blood-red as he roared:

"Demon, what are you doing?!"

Mo Hua turned back and sighed:

"I saw how much they suffered—staying alive but unable to die peacefully, so I helped them find release…"

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his finger—another fireball technique ended another dying "trafficker."

Jiang Laoda's rage surged, a mouthful of blood choking his chest—he spat it out with a "pfft."

But Mo Hua ignored him, continuing his "finishing blows" without pause.

They were too many; he couldn't fight them all.

So he struck first, using the Lei Ting method to lay the second-rank Earth Fire Array and kill everyone he could.

These severely wounded ones couldn't be left alive.

Even those who appeared dead needed another fireball—to ensure they died "thoroughly," "completely," lest they ambush him, causing unforeseen chaos and a fatal slip-up.

As for the lone Jiang Laoda, still breathing, still strong—he'd play with him slowly.

In barely a dozen breaths, Mo Hua finished off all the traffickers.

Jiang Laoda's fury had turned to ice.

He knew he was finished.

Never judge a person by appearance.

He shouldn't have underestimated this cultivator because he looked young, innocent, even occasionally foolish.

This wasn't a fool—it was a demon!

In less than a cup of tea's time, alone, with one array and a few fireballs, he'd killed every brother Jiang Laoda had spent years building…

And judging by his condition, Jiang Laoda's own fate looked grim…

Jiang Laoda secretly swallowed a pill, channeling energy to heal, then asked, puzzled:

"Demon, when exactly did you lay the array?"

Mo Hua smiled but gave no answer.

Jiang Laoda's gaze darkened and pressed on:

"Why, if you were inside the array too, did you remain unharmed when it exploded?"

Mo Hua smiled again, silent.

He wasn't stupid.

Drawing an array from the ground, calculating the lifeline—it was pointless to explain to Jiang Laoda; his understanding of arrays was too shallow to grasp it.

It was like playing the qin to a cow.

Mo Hua checked his surroundings once more, then nodded.

Now all the traffickers had been "cleaned up"—only Jiang Laoda, the leader, remained.

Mo Hua smiled warmly on his face, already plotting how to kill Jiang Laoda...

Jiang Laoda trafficked cultivators...

This kind of business cannot see the light; the fact that he's sustained it this long means his vested interests must be deeply entrenched and intricately intertwined—his behind-the-scenes power likely isn't weak either.

Offending him would surely earn his hatred.

He might also face retaliation from his behind-the-scenes power.

So, we must cut the grass and root it out!

Otherwise, a weak Foundation Establishment early-stage cultivator like myself will be in grave danger later...

Jiang Laoda looked at Mo Hua, his thoughts shifting slightly, then said in a low voice:

"Brother, you probably won't believe this, but it's all a misunderstanding—I kidnapped you, but you killed eleven of my brothers, so we're even..."

"Let me go, and I won't seek revenge on you..."

"From now on, we'll keep our waters separate—what do you say?"

Mo Hua knew Jiang Laoda was lying, but when it came to lying, he wasn't inferior to anyone.

Mo Hua nodded and said:

"Fine, I only killed eleven of your brothers. Now that the misunderstanding is cleared up, it's better to resolve grudges than to hold onto them—I won't hold it against you..."

Jiang Laoda froze, then couldn't help but fly into a rage, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He never imagined this demon could be so shameless, so thick-skinned—he could say such things with such brazen audacity.

But... you killed eleven of my brothers...

But!!

Jiang Laoda seethed inwardly.

This demon, outwardly appearing innocent and naive, was in fact malicious, vile, and utterly despicable!!

Jiang Laoda's face twitched.

But it didn't matter...

This was already a life-or-death situation.

And he himself must kill this demon, to avenge his brothers...

Jiang Laoda's gaze turned slightly cold, his expression hardening with ruthlessness.

His pale complexion gradually flushed red, his wounds scabbed over, and his aura slowly returned.

Jiang Laoda glanced at Mo Hua and sneered, "I've been wasting time talking to you, waiting for my injuries to heal. What are you waiting for? Death?"

Mo Hua smiled brightly, "I'm waiting for the formation!"

Jiang Laoda froze, then a warning prickled—he quickly looked down and saw that the ground was now covered with countless golden formation lines.

These lines overlapped and interwove, resembling twin lotus blossoms.

First-Rank Triple Lotus Golden Lock Formation!

As soon as the formation took shape, golden light manifested, forming chains of golden locks that bound Jiang Laoda.

At the same time, Mo Hua's eyes flashed—he pointed forward and pushed his spiritual energy to its limit; second-rank Fireball Spells shot out like a crossbow volley, one after another, striking Jiang Laoda fiercely.

Jiang Laoda was caught off guard, trapped by the Golden Lock Formation, unable to dodge in time, and took six or seven direct hits from the fireballs.

The blood qi he had just restored was entirely depleted; his injuries worsened further.

Moreover, Mo Hua aimed straight for the face—he targeted Jiang Laoda's face with the fireballs, making him look even more gruesome than before.

Jiang Laoda exerted every ounce of strength to break free from the Triple Lotus Golden Lock Formation.

Mo Hua felt a pang of regret.

The second-rank Earthfire Formation consumed too much—useless for now.

The Triple Lotus Golden Lock Formation, though a compound formation, was only first-rank—it couldn't hold Jiang Laoda long.

If it were a second-rank binding formation, I could lock him down completely and turn him into a stationary target, wearing him down with fireballs.

But the second-rank Thorns Formation is hard to use.

I don't know any other second-rank binding formations, and my spiritual sense is still insufficient...

"It seems my spiritual sense and formation skills are still too weak..."

I need to get started quickly and learn more second-rank formations...

Mo Hua thought silently.

After breaking free from the Triple Lotus Golden Lock Formation, Jiang Laoda immediately swallowed a pill, his gaze startled, staring at Mo Hua with disbelief.

How did this demon set up that formation just now?!

Without brush or paper—drawing the formation on the ground?

What sect or clan does this lineage come from?

He had once studied in Qian Xue Province, and though he wasn't skilled in formations, he'd seen many talented formation masters—he'd never seen any who could set up a formation mid-battle without brush or paper!

Jiang Laoda said with a solemn expression:

"Who are you really? Who is your master?"

Mo Hua smiled, "I'll tell you after you die—otherwise, I'm afraid you'll tell others."

Jiang Laoda seethed inwardly.

This demon is as unyielding as an old, hardened rogue...

His mouth is full of nonsense, revealing not a single clue.

But now it's already a life-or-death situation—he has no choice but to fight to the death.

Jiang Laoda's gaze turned icy, his plan settled.

This demon excels in spells, is exceptionally skilled in formations, and his formation techniques are stealthy, bizarre, and swift.

Since that's the case, there's no choice but to close in and suppress him—don't give him time to cast spells or set arrays, or he'll definitely toy you to death...

"Brother, I yield, let's talk—"

Jiang Laoda suddenly surrendered.

"You—"

Mo Hua had just opened his mouth when he suddenly froze—he saw Jiang Laoda, like a wolf, lunging forward, his long sword slashing with brilliant Jin Guang, aimed straight at his heart meridian.

Mo Hua angrily said: "Cheater!"

Then he stepped lightly, pale blue water currents coiling around his body, lifting him gently backward.

The Second-Rank Step of Flowing Water, when activated, differs from the First-Rank—every movement is wrapped in flowing water, making advance and retreat even more effortless.

Jiang Laoda's sword missed, and he spun around to bring it down in a brutal slash, as if trying to cleave Mo Hua in two.

Mo Hua hovered in midair, flipping lightly like water entering a river, swirling and rebounding, effortlessly evading the strike.

Jiang Laoda frowned, pressing harder—sword qi swirled, blow after blow, slashing at Mo Hua, denying him any chance to cast spells or form arrays.

Mo Hua was indeed suppressed, forced only to evade with his footwork, unable to counter for now.

Jiang Laoda grew more and more alarmed with each strike.

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