Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 1182: Chapter 706: Young Master_3

Mo Hua instantly recognized it; this was the true Sect Protecting Faction legacy of the Broken Sword Sect, the Sever Gold Sword Control Jue.

However, it was unknown whether he had forgotten in his urgency, or believed his own swordsmanship was skilled enough that there was no need for overkill, but he did not preemptively employ the Gold Body Technique, nor did he stimulate a Golden Body Talisman.

“Too careless…”

Mo Hua shook his head.

Then, taking advantage of the moment when the man exerted all his strength, channeling his Spiritual Power to the limit, and accumulating peak Sword Qi…

Mo Hua’s fingertips lightly flicked, and three Fireballs whooshed out in succession.

One aimed at the head, another at the vital points along the heart meridian, and the third targeted straight for his Qi Sea.

The speed of these three Fireballs was extremely fast and the attack was crafty.

The tall cultivator from Sever Gold Sect, wholly focused on Sword Control, had no defenses in place and was thus struck by the three Fireballs at three painful vital spots.

His Sword Moves were interrupted, and his Spiritual Power became chaotic.

The Sever Gold Sect disciple executing the sword technique spat out blood.

Gu An and Gu Quan, who had been on guard, slightly relaxed upon seeing this and were grateful to Mo Hua.

If the Sever Gold Sword Control Jue of the Sever Gold Sect were really displayed by this man, the situation would’ve become quite grim.

Mr. Jin and his group’s expressions all immediately turned grave.

“There’s someone else!”

The confrontation was briefly paused, Mr. Jin stood firm, his gaze shifting between Gu An and Gu Quan as he coldly said:

“Who is it? Show yourself, stop hiding like vermin!”

After thinking for a while, Mo Hua slowly revealed his presence.

Mr. Jin’s expression faltered.

Such a young cultivator…

He furrowed his brow and asked, “Kid, who are you? I don’t think… I have seen you before, have I?”

Mo Hua did not answer.

Someone beside Mr. Jin spoke out, “The two brothers, their Taoist Skill, is the Gu Family’s Consecutive Blade technique; this kid, must be from the Gu Family…”

“The Gu Family…”

Mr. Jin’s gaze turned venomous.

Mo Hua neither confirmed nor denied, he pondered for a moment and then started to righteously question Mr. Jin, saying:

“I don’t care whether your surname is Jin or Silver, you have already violated the Taoist Law…”

“Human trafficking, murder, violating the prohibition, refining Human Pills… each one is a serious crime!”

“You should turn yourself in early, to avoid suffering.”

Mr. Jin was indignant, then laughed scornfully:

“A milk-smelling brat, what do you know? Taoist Law is used for those beneath us, it doesn’t apply to me.”

“Turn myself in? I’m afraid even the small temple of the Taoist Court couldn’t contain me if I truly did.”

Mo Hua, full of righteous indignation, said: “So you’re admitting it? Admitting that you have trafficked cultivators, taken lives, privately refined Human Pills?”

Mr. Jin kept silent.

Mo Hua’s face showed mockery, “You dare to do it but not to admit it, turns out you’re just a coward.”

“I thought you were some notorious big villain, but it turns out you’re just a coward who lets others die for you, hiding in the shadows.”

“You had such a big mouth just now, why have you become mute? You said the Taoist Court couldn’t contain you, does your face need to be bigger than your butt?”

Mr. Jin was instantly consumed by fury.

He knew in his heart!

He knew this little brat was provoking him.

But precisely because it was a milk-smelling little brat provoking him, he felt a surge of anger stuck in his throat, unable to be swallowed.

Sometimes, when you’re out in the world, face is authority.

If someone mocks you, you cut them down and feed them to the Water Demons in the river; henceforth, no one dares to slight you.

But if on the contrary, someone ridicules you and you respond with silence, showing no reaction, everyone will look down on you.

If even such a milk-smelling little brat dares to publicly mock and insult you, calling you “coward” and “weakling”, then what future is there for you?

Any person would then feel entitled to step on your head!

The young masters would also feel that you have disgraced their status and henceforth be unworthy of working for them.

Mr. Jin’s eyes turned fierce, his lips curled into a sinister smile.

“Very well, you want me to admit it? Today I’ll tell you, you’re right!”

“But what of it?”

“I am a trader of Cultivators, yes, I’ve killed some lowly wretches, I’ve refined Human Pills, so what?”

“Who’s going to stop me?!”

“Is it you, this little runt? Or the dog-like Taoist Court, fattened by the noble families?”

“Even if I admit it, what can you do to me?”

“Do you think that I, like those despicable Cultivators governed by Taoist Law, am the same ‘person’ as them?”

“Killing a few lowly wretches, refining a few batches of Pills, what does it matter?”

Mr. Jin’s gaze was distorted, his expression somewhat ugly.

Mo Hua frowned slightly, his demeanor gradually turning icy.

“Little Brother An, Little Brother Quan, he has admitted it himself, cripple his limbs and bring him back to the Taoist Court.”

Gu An and Gu Quan also wore looks of anger.

Mr. Jin was stunned for a moment, and then, instead of getting angry, he laughed, “Are you serious?”

Gu An and Gu Quan each gripping their swords, Blood Qi boiling, prepared to exert all their strength to take down Mr. Jin and his party.

But the moment they took a step forward, a Water-shaped Sword Qi that was as solid and crystal clear as reality suddenly appeared and cleaved in front of them.

This Sword Qi was so condensed with Spiritual Power, its might terribly fearsome.

Just a gentle flash of sword light left a trench several feet wide on the ground.

Gu An and Gu Quan were intimidated by this Sword Intent, their faces turning pale.

A Golden Core Sword Cultivator?!

Behind Mr. Jin, a person dressed in a water-blue Taoist Robe with a fair complexion and profound Spiritual Power slowly stepped forward.

Gu An and Gu Quan had not noticed him before at all.

The atmosphere at the scene instantly became as tense as a drawn bow.

Gu An and Gu Quan looked stern, spurred their sword moves to the extreme, and silently protected Mo Hua behind them.

This water-blue robed Sword Cultivator merely scoffed contemptuously, and with a condescending tone said:

“Kneel down, kowtow three times, and swear not to speak of what you saw and heard today, and I will let you leave.”

Gu An and Gu Quan’s expressions flared in anger, before they could even say anything.

Mr. Jin then spoke with fierce cruelty: “No, kill them! They must die, especially that insolent little brat!”

The water-blue robed Sword Cultivator slightly frowned.

Gu An and Gu Quan felt a chill in their hearts.

It didn’t matter to them, but Young Master Mo, nothing could go wrong.

Gu An said resolutely, “We belong to the Gu Family!”

“The Gu Family?” Mr. Jin jeered, “The Gu Family must die too!”

The gaze of the water-blue robed Sword Cultivator flickered, he whispered lowly, “It’s better not to complicate matters further…”

“Kill!” Mr. Jin declared with unrestrained eyes, “I will bear all the consequences!”

In the eyes of the robed Sword Cultivator, a touch of displeasure appeared, though he did not go against Mr. Jin’s wishes.

A strand of Golden Core Water System Spiritual Power, refined to the utmost and solid as substance, gathered at his fingertips, forming a sharp Sword Qi.

The robed Sword Cultivator looked towards Mo Hua, indifferently saying:

“Golden Core Sword Qi, it will only take a moment to kill you, it won’t be too painful.”

Then, without waiting for Gu An and Gu Quan to react, the robed Sword Cultivator flicked his fingers, and the Sword Qi shot forth.

The water-blue Sword Qi, like a real Spirit Sword, carved a dazzling streak of water-light, aiming straight for Mo Hua’s heart.

Gu An and Gu Quan were greatly shocked.

Mo Hua, however, appeared calm, with a detached look in his eyes.

Just as the sword light drew near, less than three feet away from Mo Hua, a brilliant myriad of light abruptly rose up, creating a Wind Blade barrier that blossomed simultaneously, forming like the splendid plumes of a peacock’s tail, intricate and gorgeous, protecting Mo Hua in the middle.

The sword light was unable to break through the feathered barrier crafted by the Wind Blades and collapsed on its own.

The robed Sword Cultivator’s pupils contracted, he couldn’t help looking outside the courtyard.

Outside the tavern, a Cultivator wearing plain clothes and a bamboo hat slowly stood up.

He was tall and handsome, his expression stern, with a hint of pride, disdainfully looking at the water-blue robed Sword Cultivator.

“Beast, whom are you trying to kill?”