Jin Gui was killed by a single touch of Mo Hua's finger.
Several Demon Cultivators remained in the arena. Their faces blanched in shock as they scattered in flight, but none escaped Sword Bone's poisonous grasp. It chased them down one by one and slew them with its White Bone Sword.
After the Demon Cultivators died, quite a few lingering Evil Thoughts remained.
Sword Bone watched with ravenous eyes, but before Mo Hua, it did not dare move an inch, doing its best to play the part of an "honest fellow."
After all, devouring Evil Spirits was not something a proper Evil Spirit ought to do.
Mo Hua glanced at it. "Eat them."
"N-No." Sword Bone shook its head furiously. "He who keeps company with vermilion turns red; he who keeps company with ink turns black. Following you, I will surely turn from evil and return to righteousness. I will never touch these demons and Evil Spirits."
Mo Hua's expression became somewhat strange. Frowning, he said, "If I tell you to eat, then eat. Where did all this nonsense come from?"
"I..."
Sword Bone still hesitated.
It did not know whether Mo Hua truly wanted it to eat, or whether he was merely "testing" whether it could restrain its desires and withstand the temptation of "Evil Spirits."
Sometimes, "the superior's intentions" were difficult to fathom.
Sword Bone could not decide for a moment. It secretly glanced at Mo Hua, saw that he was already growing impatient, and its heart immediately tightened. It hurriedly said, "Yes! Yes! Thank you for the reward, Young Master. I will certainly obey your command."
In other words, it was not that it wanted to eat.
It was only eating because it was following his orders.
He had better not turn his back on his word...