The Immortal Heaven Lightning Pattern erased all things!
Ghost Daoist only glanced at it, and his whole body trembled, his heart pounding with terror.
This was fear that came from the Great Dao.
At the same time, the Black Soul Daoist Robe on him—that pitch-black daoist robe impervious to spells, immune to Divine Thought, indestructible by Array Techniques, condensed from Heavenly Ghost Calculation and vicious remnant souls—was torn apart by the Tribulation Lightning in an instant, turning inch by inch into flying ash!
"Martial Uncle, I told you not to look..."
Mo Hua's tone was a sigh, but his face was like a little fox's, smiling with narrowed eyes.
"...If you look, you'll be reduced to ash and smoke!"
Ghost Daoist found it impossible to believe.
This little thing with such an innocent face, harmless to humans and beasts, he...
He was actually a little swindler too!
Not just him...
There was also Junior Martial Brother...
Only now did Ghost Daoist understand.
That Junior Martial Brother of his had put on an act as though he had exhausted every scheme, lost all hope, had no attachment to life, and was calmly going to his death...
But he had already calculated everything with perfect clarity!
Ghost Daoist froze. The final words his Junior Martial Brother had spoken before his death surfaced once more in his mind:
"Senior Martial Brother... for the sake of our years as martial brothers, don't make things difficult... for those few little disciples of mine..."
At first, he had only felt contempt for this Junior Martial Brother of his, who had once had a heart higher than the heavens.
His life was almost at its end, yet instead of striving forward, he still wanted to entrust his disciples' lives to another person's mercy.
He himself had already