He had popped a pill. He had grown stronger. But Mo Hua had gone invisible.
The gray-clothed cultivator had no way to deal with it at all.
Once the Corpse Blood Pill's medicinal force faded, he would not be able to leave.
The gray-clothed cultivator let out a few more hideous, savage roars. No matter how unwilling he was, he could not linger any longer now.
That imp's grudge for humiliating and toying with him—he would settle it another day.
He forced Bai Zisheng back with one punch, then moved with extreme speed, charging toward the corridor, smashing through wall after wall in succession, and vanished into the rear building's private rooms.
Inside the private rooms, there was a burst of chickens flying and dogs leaping, and the shrieks of cultivators rang out.
Mo Hua used the Concealment Technique to drag things out until the gray-clothed cultivator's medicinal force faded. Only after the man had fled for his life did Mo Hua slowly reveal himself.
Bai Zisheng asked him, "Do we chase?"
Mo Hua thought for a moment, then nodded. "Chase him a little, but don't press too hard, in case he's driven like a cornered dog jumping over a wall."
"Good."
The three of them followed the walls the gray-clothed cultivator had smashed through and chased after him.
The gray-clothed cultivator had fled toward the rear building and burrowed into the private rooms. Like a headless fly, he rammed every wall he saw, smashing the entire rear building until it was riddled with a thousand sores and a hundred holes.
After taking the pill, his physical body was tyrannical and his strength had greatly increased. The Hundred Flowers Pavilion only used ordinary formations, so they simply could not withstand his collisions.
And as Mo Hua and the other two