After Mo Hua finished speaking, he licked his lips.
His lips were rosy red, and under the crimson glow in the room, they looked somewhat sinister.
Third Leader's heart skipped a beat.
So he really was an old monster!
At most, Evil Cultivators like them practiced dual cultivation, absorbed Lingli, or drank blood. They had never truly possessed a cultivation method that involved eating people.
In other words, cultivation techniques that relied on eating people were no simple techniques. They were authentic Demonic Path techniques, not something Evil Cultivators like them, who had only taken up the path halfway, could learn.
Then Third Leader thought of another problem.
This old monster wanted to eat people, but there was only him in the room. If he wanted to eat someone, he could only eat him...
Cold sweat poured down Third Leader's back as his thoughts raced and he began to calculate.
He could not simply sit and wait for death, but if he made a move, he had no idea what methods this bizarre old monster possessed.
But they soon understood.
Eighth Leader walked in front, several other Evil Cultivators followed behind, and Mo Hua was in the middle.
Mo Hua had not said so outright, but Third Leader understood. He was choosing a few people for him to eat.
Eighth Leader's heart jumped. Only then did he understand.
If all the Evil Cultivators died, of course he would be satisfied.
"I wonder what sort of tastes you have, Old Senior. What kind of people do you like to eat? Why not let me lead the way? You can pick them yourself."
"Oh?" Mo Hua raised a brow and gave a slight nod. "Then pick a few for me."
Mo Hua nodded repeatedly as he watched.
Then he kindly invited Eighth