Mo Hua was telling the truth.
He had woven only six Life-Art Straw Dogs in total.
This journey to the Imperial Court was like entering a dragon's pool and a ghost's den. Who knew what dangers they would encounter? Every Straw Dog had to be used where the blade was sharpest.
At the very least, they had to be used to kill Golden Cores.
Young Master Tuoba was merely at the Foundation Establishment Peak Stage. Though his bloodline was noble and his status extraordinary, in Mo Hua's eyes, he truly was not worth as much as one of his dogs.
Lies were not infuriating. The truth was the sharpest knife.
Young Master Tuoba could tell that Mo Hua was speaking the truth. He truly regarded him as a dog.
No—in Mo Hua's eyes, he was not even as valuable as a dog.
Humiliated so thoroughly in public, especially before Divine Maiden Dan Ling, Young Master Tuoba burned with shame and fury. He immediately summoned a Golden Blade and charged at Mo Hua with murderous force.
He was a noble of the Great Wilderness Sect, with both bloodline and cultivation beyond the ordinary. A Beast Soul coiled around his Golden Blade, chilling the soul.
But to Mo Hua, who had fought countless battles and repeatedly defeated powerful foes, this level of strength was still child's play.
Before the Golden Core blade could fall, Mo Hua lightly tapped the ground with his foot. Ripples spread like water, and he slipped aside.
Young Master Tuoba continued chasing Mo Hua, hacking at him again and again. After slashing for half a day without touching even a hair of Mo Hua's head, he felt all the more humiliated and enraged.
But Mo Hua no longer wished to play with this "Mop" Young Master. It was