Sun Ze tugged at the corner of his mouth and snapped, "Brat, my Sun Family won't let you off..."
Mo Hua showed no mercy, bringing the rod down on his head.
Sun Ze felt his forehead buzz.
"Think it through before you speak," Mo Hua reminded him.
Sun Ze gritted his teeth and hardened his heart. A wise man did not fight when the odds were against him. He begged, "Little brother, I was wrong. I was ignorant. I wouldn't dare tell you how to do things. You are a great man with great magnanimity—please spare me."
Mo Hua naturally did not believe him, but he did not care. "I'll ask you a few questions. If you answer them, I'll let you go. Otherwise, tell your father to have another son..."
Mo Hua was only trying to scare Sun Ze.
His face was blackened in places and scorched in others, while both arms had been burned. He looked utterly miserable.
Mo Hua turned several matters over in his mind and questioned the old ancestor several more times.
Sun Ze's heart skipped a beat. This brat really had his sights set on the Sun Family's ancestral Array Technique.
Even if that "fellow daoist" was a cultivator from their main branch.
But Mo Hua had the Concealment Technique. Even if he could not win, he could always get away.
The moment he finished speaking, Sun Yi was both shocked and enraged.
The old ancestor forgot his humiliation and anger, asking instead in confusion, "You're really letting me go?"
"Eight or nine Qi Refining cultivators from the Sun Family had been beaten into grandsons by a child who still smelled of mother's milk?"
Even worse, that Fireball Technique had nearly exploded right in his face and ruined his looks.
The old ancestor was