More than ten li away, at another mountain pass.
The seven or eight bandits lurking around to rob travelers had all been burned to death.
Some had blackened holes in their chests; some had all the blood in their bodies burned dry; some had been scorched into charred husks...
Mo Hua stood amid the corpses, lowered his head to look at his fair, jade-like palm, and could not help frowning with a sigh.
"How come I... just can't control my hands?"
He had promised himself not to kill, yet less than half an hour later, when he reached this mountain pass and encountered these bandits who robbed homes and plundered travelers, their foul words had stirred his anger. Unable to restrain himself, he had used the Fireball Technique again and killed them all.
It had felt satisfying.
But the murderousness in his heart had grown heavier again.
Mo Hua could even feel a strand of Killing Intent already winding its way into his Sea of Consciousness, taking root in his soul.
This made murderous thoughts rise easily within him.
Whenever he encountered someone who deserved to die, he wanted that person dead.
That did not fit his usual way of doing things.
Mo Hua felt that he had always acted cautiously and kept a low profile. If he could scheme someone to death, he would never fight them head-on with real blades and weapons.
Besides, he was kind-hearted and valued harmony in all matters.
He avoided killing whenever possible.
Unless absolutely necessary, he generally did not break the commandment against killing.
But now, things were slipping somewhat beyond his control...
Mo Hua's expression turned grave. He raised his head and looked down the road ahead, silently saying to himself,
"From now on, please don't let me run into any more