The Qian Family disciples looked terrified. Mo Hua's expression, however, remained as usual.
He had Foundation Establishment divine sense, Concealment Technique, and Flowing Water Step. Against ordinary Qi Refining cultivators, he could advance to attack or retreat to leave; he already stood in an undefeatable position.
What was more, he also had spells and arrays.
The current him was no longer that Little Array Master from before, who knew no martial arts, cultivated no spells, and could barely even run for his life.
So when Qian Xing came looking for trouble, Mo Hua did not even need to call for help. He could deal with it himself.
They were merely a few pieces of trash from the Qian Family who bullied others by relying on power, yet feared the strong and preyed on the weak.
They were neither Sinful Cultivators who killed people like scything hemp, nor blood-soaked and strange Evil Cultivators. There was no tacit understanding between them, and their attacks had no order or method at all. Handling them was very simple.
And Mo Hua also wanted to test the power of his Fireball Technique.
Ever since he had learned this Fireball Technique, he had never once used it in actual combat.
Now that he had tried it, its power was rather impressive.
"It isn't something like absorbing people's Lingli, sucking people's blood, or dual-cultivation plundering..."
"Those cultivators of your Qian Family haven't cultivated any strange techniques?"
Pale blue chains flew past all around him, locking him completely in place. With a few flickers of his body, Mo Hua also arrived behind him.
Since he could not get anything out of him by asking, Mo Hua could only let Qian Xing go, and threatened him:
"At a glance, did any cultivator who didn't seem like one of your