Smoke and dust billowed through Monster Refining Mountain.
A boy sped ahead, light and slender as a fleeting streak of water between heaven and earth.
Behind him came a storm of black dust.
A powerful, hulking Black Pig Demon of the Third-Grade Golden Core Realm, massive as a hill, swept forward on waves of blood energy and a dust storm of black demonic aura. It plowed through every tree and rock in its path, following the faint, sweet scent of human flesh as it hunted Mo Hua.
For a time, the demon's charge was so fierce that the spectacle was breathtaking.
Beasts scattered, and flocks of birds startled into flight.
Xun Ziyou followed behind, Void Sword in hand. Several times, he wanted to strike and slaughter the pig demon.
But after some thought, he held back.
The moment he acted, he would reveal himself.
The Old Ancestor wanted Mo Hua to gain as much experience as possible, so long as his safety was assured.
A treasured sword gained its edge through grinding; plum blossoms drew their fragrance from bitter cold.
If Xun Ziyou protected Mo Hua at every turn and never let him face the slightest risk, the boy would never grow.
It was still too early to intervene.
Besides, they had not truly reached the end of the road.
The Third-Grade Black Pig Demon was terrifying. Its Demon Power was immense, and every charge was perilous.
Yet Mo Hua relied on his exquisite Movement Technique, twisting and darting with the flow of water, graceful as a startled swan dancing on a suspended thread. Each time death hung by a hair, he somehow turned danger aside.
Even as Xun Ziyou's heart pounded, he could not help admiring him. "Mo Hua's Movement Technique is truly exquisite. Where on earth did he