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"You dared steal my pig?"

Mo Hua's voice was clear and crisp, carrying a faint disdain.

The Duanjin Gate senior brother knelt before him, feeling utterly humiliated.

He had been blasted by array techniques, hacked by blades and axes, and poisoned. His entire body was now covered in wounds.

But he was, after all, at Foundation Establishment Late Stage, with a solid foundation. Though badly injured, his wounds were not yet fatal.

And his bones were fairly hard as well. He continued to curse stubbornly:

"You pack of little bastards!"

Hearing this, Cheng Mo swung a huge slap at him.

Blood stained the corner of the Duanjin Gate senior brother's mouth. His gaze was venomous and his mouth remained hard as ever as he gritted his teeth and said:

"Today, a tiger has fallen onto the plain and landed in the hands of you little trash. I admit defeat! But I will definitely settle this score. Just you wait."

Mo Hua raised an eyebrow.

His bones were this hard?

He asked doubtfully, "Aren't you afraid we'll slaughter you?"

Teaching him a lesson would be enough.

Indeed...

The Duanjin Gate senior brother's chest tightened, his face twitching. Yet he still wore an arrogant expression and gave a gloomy sneer.

"For this humiliation, I will make you repay it a hundredfold!"

They really could not kill him.

Mo Hua pondered silently.

What was a man kneeling on the ground acting so smug for?

"If Duanjin Gate were really that formidable, you wouldn't be kneeling in front of me right now."

Mo Hua was slightly startled, then worked it out in his heart.

If he were a Sinful Cultivator, Evil Cultivator, or Demonic Cultivator, that would be one thing. But this man was from Duanjin Gate, a disciple of one of the Twelve