Words were powerless.
Only with a sword in hand could one have the right to speak.
The sharper the sword in one's hand, the more confidence one had when speaking.
Now that Mo Hua had filled the area around the cave with kill arrays, he had even more confidence to speak.
"Come out."
Mo Hua said flatly.
The person in the cave did not know what Mo Hua had done outside, but he could vaguely sense killing intent, along with an unsettling pressure.
"Fellow cultivator, to be honest, this old man has suffered grave injuries. My legs are inconvenient, so it truly is not convenient for me to go out..."
"If fellow cultivator does not mind, why not come into the cave for a talk?"
Mo Hua snorted coldly to himself.
He was not going in.
This man's origins were unknown, and the dangers within the cave were uncertain. Only an idiot would rashly enter.
"I'm not going in. You come out."
Mo Hua said firmly.
"Fellow cultivator, this old man's injuries are truly too severe, and I cannot move about easily. I hope fellow cultivator will be understanding..." the aged voice in the cave said with a trace of apology.
Mo Hua shook his head and said indifferently:
"I don't listen to excuses, reasons, or explanations. I'll give you five breaths and two choices. Within five breaths, either you come out yourself, or I'll blow up this cave and force you out."
The person in the cave secretly hated this.
To run into such a battle-hardened old fox who wouldn't take oil or salt—what a nuisance...
Outside, Mo Hua had already begun counting.
From five down to one, no matter who the cultivator in the cave was, he was prepared to blow it up.
Time was precious. He did