The surroundings fell deathly silent.
Everyone was shaken beyond words.
They had never imagined that Elder Duan, a dignified Foundation Establishment cultivator of the Azure Wolf Sect, would be killed in almost the blink of an eye—his chest pierced by a single fireball from this fair, pure, harmless-looking youth before them.
What terrifying cultivation!
What horrifying fireball!
Who... exactly was this youth?
Elder Sun of the Azure Wolf Sect, who had yet to make a move, looked warily at Mo Hua and asked in a grave voice, "Who are you, exactly?"
Mo Hua said, "I am merely a kind-hearted cultivator passing by."
Elder Sun's gaze turned cold. He secretly cursed Mo Hua for being slippery, but fearing Mo Hua's fireballs, he did not dare act rashly.
He did not even dare blame Elder Duan's death on Mo Hua.
He feared that the moment he did, this young cultivator would harbor evil intentions and decide to "silence the witnesses."
Elder Sun merely cupped his hands and said, "This matter was only a misunderstanding to begin with. Now that the grievances have been settled, let us keep to our own waters and go our separate ways."
He spoke as though it were nothing.
But Mo Hua shook his head. "Are you thinking of placating me first, making me lower my guard, then reporting back to the Azure Wolf Sect and bringing more cultivators to kill me?"
Elder Sun's heart jolted, but he forced himself to remain composed. "This has nothing to do with me. Why would I make trouble for you...?"
Yet as he spoke, he secretly clasped a Wolf Claw Dart in his palm. Seeing Mo Hua deep in thought and somewhat distracted, he flicked his wrist and deftly sent the poison-tempered Wolf Claw Dart flying toward Mo Hua's heart.
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