Wrapping Things Up
Scarface had been playing dead, but Mo Hua suddenly struck him with a staff, making him grunt in pain.
But after taking a claw from the Third Leader, he was grievously wounded and barely breathing. Before Mo Hua, he had no strength to resist. Even after forcibly taking a blow from the Thousand-Jun Rod, he could only endure it.
"Brat, how did you see through me?"
Scarface endured the pain as he spoke, his heart full of confusion.
His Turtle Breath Technique could hold his breath and feign death. He had stolen it from an old Evil Cultivator.
That old Evil Cultivator had relied on this spell to escape danger time and again, repeatedly clinging to life, and thus managed to live to an old age.
The Turtle Breath Technique was exceedingly obscure. Few cultivators could spot its flaws; even the Third Leader had failed to notice it at first.
He could not understand it. This brat was so young and should have had little experience, so how had he seen through his act?
Mo Hua snorted coldly, with no intention of answering him.
His Divine Consciousness had now surpassed its limit and reached the Foundation Establishment realm.
As for that Third Leader...
Mo Hua considered him "kindly."
"Big beast, even as a ghost, I definitely won't let you go!"
That brat had wasted words with him merely to lower his guard, so he could set up an Array Technique and leave him unable to struggle, ensuring his death was complete!
"What are you changing?"
But Scarface knew in his heart that this brat was definitely going to kill him!
Mo Hua ignored him, apparently calculating something.
Scarface mocked, "The cultivation world has always been a place where the weak are meat for the strong. You're so