This Child Cannot Be Kept
Mo Hua knew he could not delay any longer. He had to find a way to form a High-Grade Golden Core and defy fate to change his destiny.
Given the situation, he could no longer afford to keep a low profile.
Though his voice was not loud, his words were exceptionally grating.
For a moment, everyone's eyes converged on Mo Hua.
The righteous path elders looked grave, while the devil path fiends watched with savage eyes.
All the prodigies of both the righteous and devil paths stared at Mo Hua in astonishment, thinking they had misheard him.
Ghost Child Loose Cultivator glared viciously at Mo Hua. "Boy, what did you say?"
Mo Hua frowned. "Are your ears deaf? Do you need me to say it again?"
So Mo Hua repeated his arrogant words:
"I said... a whole pack of Golden Cores fought for half the day and still couldn't kill even one Shentu Ao. How laughable."
After speaking, Mo Hua pointed at Ghost Child Loose Cultivator and the other devil path cultivators.
"Especially you Golden Core fiends. Every last one of you is big and burly, fierce as gods and evil as demons, looking every bit the part—but once the fighting starts, you're all useless trash. You've cultivated the devil path straight into a dog's belly and can't be of any use at all..."
Mo Hua pointed at the noses of these devil path Golden Cores and cursed them out.
The righteous path prodigies were all dumbfounded.
Especially those prodigies from Ganxue Prefecture, such as Feng Zichen.
They knew Mo Hua well. They knew that while he appeared mild-mannered, he was actually extremely arrogant.
But they had never imagined he could be this arrogant.
And... did he not even look at the occasion before going