The disciples of the Qian Family were terror-stricken, but Mo Hua’s expression remained as usual.
With his Foundation Establishment Divine Sense, the Concealment Technique, and the Water Passing Step, he was invincible against ordinary Qi Refinement cultivators—ready to attack or retreat as he pleased.
Moreover, he also had spells and formations at his disposal.
He was no longer the helpless junior formation master who knew no martial arts or spells and struggled to escape with his life.
So when Qian Xing sought to provoke him, he didn’t even need to call for help; he could handle it on his own.
Just some Qian Family fodder who bullied the weak and feared the strong.
They were neither sin cultivators notorious for killing like cutting grass nor bloodthirsty evil cultivators without complicity, and their uncoordinated attacks were easy to deal with.
And Mo Hua also wanted to test the power of his Fireball Technique.
He hadn’t used it in real combat since he had learned it.
Now that he’s tried, the power was indeed formidable.
Mo Hua nodded slightly, quite satisfied.
But then he thought, the power of the Fireball Technique shouldn’t have been that great.
The dumb Qi Refining Ninth Level disciple from the Qian Family, not sure what was wrong with him, did not dodge or avoid, and even took the specially crafted fireball to his chest, which led him to fall to the ground with severe injuries.
Mo Hua had held back, not taking his life.
He didn’t want to cause a death and bring trouble to Zhang Lan or himself.
But these disciples from the Qian Family were not good people either.
Today they dared to bully him, a minor cultivator, following Qian Xing’s lead; who knows where they would be committing outrages tomorrow?
Even if he did not take their lives, some lessons had to be taught.
Mo Hua raised his hand and began to conjure the Fireball Technique again.
His spellcasting was swift, and the fireballs whizzed out in just a few moments.
Some disciples of the Qian Family hadn’t even realized what had happened before they were struck down by Mo Hua’s Fireball Technique;
Others who understood tried to run but were too late, directly hit by the fireball and knocked unconscious to the ground;
Some thought of fighting desperately and charged at Mo Hua, but their movement technique was clearly no match for his quick hands, as they were hit squarely by the fireballs and fell miserably;
And there were those who ran quite far, only to be restrained by Mo Hua’s Water Prison Technique, followed by a fireball that struck them down...
Fireballs flew, and cries of agony rose and fell, with the disciples of the Qian Family dropping one by one.
In an instant, only Qian Xing remained of the Qian Family.
Qian Xing stood stupefied, as if he was trapped in a nightmare.
What had just happened?
Mo Hua, that little devil, hadn’t moved an inch; he merely raised his hands a few times, casting several fireballs, and all the cultivators he had brought along fell, one after the other.
Unable to get close, he couldn’t approach! Trying to flee, he couldn’t escape!
Qian Xing’s expression changed drastically.
When had Mo Hua, that little devil, become so terrifying?!
"Am I still delirious, not yet awakened, and what I just saw was but a hallucination?"
"And this person before me isn’t Mo Hua but a monster wearing human skin?"
Qian Xing’s pupils shook violently, sinking into deep self-doubt.
In his daze, Qian Xing looked up and saw Mo Hua smiling at him from a distance.
The smile was innocent and bright but carried a touch of sinisterness, innocently terrifying.
Qian Xing cried out, fell to the ground, and scrambled a few times but couldn’t rise.
By the time he struggled to his feet with great difficulty, Mo Hua was already standing silently before him.
Qian Xing called out with a trembling voice, "Don’t come any closer! Don’t eat me!"
Mo Hua was slightly taken aback.
It seemed that Qian Xing’s madness might have been cured, but not completely, as occasional paranoid delusions and remnants of his nightmarish dreams lingered in his mind, sometimes blending with reality.
Mo Hua wanted to say something, but suddenly, he furrowed his brows, took out the Thousand Jun Stick, and swung it "Like a Thousand Pounds" down.
That strike landed on Qian Xing’s arm, breaking his forearm and causing the runes he was holding to be knocked away.
"Playing these little tricks in front of me?"
Mo Hua looked at Qian Xing with a smile that was not quite a smile.
Qian Xing clenched his teeth against the pain, his forehead beaded with cold sweat, and he said in a trembling voice, "You... are you Mo Hua?"
He couldn’t believe it!
He was only insane for a year or two, and when he came to, he found that Mo Hua was no longer the one he once knew.
The little devil he once had by the throat could now toy with him single-handedly!
And he, unable to beat Mo Hua himself, his disciples unable to beat Mo Hua, and even his little schemes seen right through by Mo Hua at a glance.
How could this be possible?
Mo Hua watched Qian Xing with a puzzled expression, "Didn’t your father ever tell you not to mess with me?"
Qian Xing was furious, his face alternating between pale and purple.
His father had told him.
In fact, the first thing he was warned about upon regaining consciousness was his father’s admonition:
Do not provoke Mo Hua!
Far from dissuading him, this warning only deepened his hatred.
He was a direct descendant of the Qian Clan, his father the Family Head; within the bounds of Tongxian City, he had always done as he pleased.
But now, time and again, he had fallen at the hands of a low-born loose cultivator.
What’s worse, his own father, Qian Hong, the Family Head of the Qian Clan, not only failed to help him take revenge but instead cautioned him not to cause trouble.
This was baffling to Qian Xing.
The more his father forbade him from provoking Mo Hua, the more resolute he became in killing Mo Hua to alleviate the hatred in his heart.
But now, Qian Xing finally understood why his father told him not to provoke Mo Hua.
Because he truly couldn’t afford to provoke Mo Hua...
The look on Mo Hua’s face was unfathomable, and his methods struck fear into Qian Xing’s heart.