Who Was It
After Mo Shan was ambushed, he had remained on guard.
He had faintly guessed that among the Qian Family's hired cultivators, there was one who excelled at concealment and struck from the shadows, so he became much more careful with his moves and did his best not to leave any openings.
At the same time, he also kept an eye on the battlefield, to see if he could find any spider's thread or horse's track of that cultivator.
But although Mo Shan's observation was keen, his spiritual sense was not particularly strong, so he could not see through the Concealment Technique.
Just then, he saw a Fireball Technique!
With just one glance, he recognized it as the Fireball Technique used by his son, Mo Hua.
And after the Fireball Technique flew out, it blasted a short black-clad cultivator out of a gap where there had originally been nothing at all.
"Mo Hua's spiritual sense can sense this cultivator who excels at concealment!"
Mo Shan's spirits lifted. While fighting the Qian Family cultivators, he kept watch on the Fireball Technique.
Sure enough, every time the Fireball Technique flew past, the black-clad cultivator's sneak attack would be interrupted, and he would briefly reveal himself.
Mo Shan kept watching silently, waiting in silence for the black-clad cultivator to expose an opening.
Just now, the black-clad cultivator's state of mind had suddenly gone awry, his spiritual power had fallen into disorder, and his figure had been revealed.
Mo Shan saw the chance, grabbed his shoulder directly, and slammed the black-clad cultivator hard to the ground.
The black-clad cultivator excelled at concealed ambushes and his attacks were sinister and vicious, but his physical body was not strong. After this throw, his bones snapped, blood spurted from his mouth, and at the same