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The night was deep and still; the mountain forest lay dead silent.

Hao Xuan stared at the three black-clad cultivators lying dead on the ground, his mouth hanging open. "Senior Martial Brother, your Array Technique is way too powerful..."

In just one exchange, there was a boom, a flash of fire, and the array exploded.

Those three black-clad cultivators, whose cultivation was far from weak, had died without warning...

Hao Xuan was utterly shocked. Mo Hua was secretly rather pleased, but outwardly, he still had to preserve the dignity of a "Senior Martial Brother," so he nodded with reserved composure.

"It was all right..."

Normally, he would have finished them off with a Fireball Technique.

But with Hao Xuan nearby this time, Mo Hua had not struck, lest Hao Xuan think his Senior Martial Brother was too ruthless.

That would ruin his "pure and kind" friendly image among his fellow disciples.

The three men in black were dead.

With a flick of his finger, Mo Hua sent out a streak of golden light, slicing open their masks. Yet beneath them was still blackened, foul flesh corroded by Demonic Qi.

"So as long as they die... their faces are ruined..."

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

In that case, would he have to capture one alive to see what they looked like?

Hao Xuan said quietly, "There are four left. Should I lure them over again?"

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

"No need. There are only four of them. There's no need to lure them over... Besides, you probably can't lure them anymore..."

"Five people have already disappeared. No matter how stupid they are, they'll know something is wrong with you. The moment you show yourself, they'll be more cautious, and they may even try to run..."

Hao