It's Mine

Yin Lao'er was startled for only an instant. Then, gripping his dagger in reverse, he lunged forward. The dagger's tip carved a dark-blue, venomous glint of water through the air, aimed straight at Mo Hua's throat.

He had to strike first and kill this brat.

No matter who this brat was or what his background might be, in these Canglang Mountains, he had to die first!

He was proficient in using Primal Magnetism to set arrays, skilled in concealment, and able to watch him like a hawk, seeing through his tracks.

To a cultivator like him who relied on concealment and assassination, he was simply a natural enemy.

Such a "thorn in his side" had to be removed first. Only then could he free up his hands and slowly play with the remaining sect disciples.

Yin Lao'er's expression was grave, his gaze venomous.

The dagger became a poisonous gleam and, in the blink of an eye, slashed before Mo Hua's throat.

Unhurried, Mo Hua leaned backward and evaded the sinister dagger cutting for his throat.

Then, water currents rippled around him. As if borrowing strength from the void itself, he flipped upward through the air, lightly circling behind Yin Lao'er. He stepped on the back of Yin Lao'er's head, used the force to perform a backward flip, and swiftly retreated.

Yin Lao'er had failed to land his strike, only for Mo Hua to circle behind him, leap over his head, and step on the back of his skull. He felt deeply humiliated.

He spun around furiously.

Yet the moment he turned his head, he saw Mo Hua floating in midair, wrapped in flowing water, pointing a finger at him.

Then a fireball condensed in an instant and shot straight at his face.

Yin Lao'er could not dodge in time. The