"What... was that a spell?" a refining apprentice asked, stammering.
Da Zhu shook his head. He wasn't clear on exactly what had happened either.
He had only seen Mo Hua splash spiritual ink at Qian Xing. Qian Xing, hurting, had tried to grab Mo Hua; Mo Hua had turned and kicked Qian Xing, only to be sent flying himself. After that, Qian Xing had exploded...
"Right, Mo Hua!"
The explosion just now had been so loud that they did not know whether Mo Hua had been hurt. Mo Hua was not a body cultivator; if he had been caught in the blast, it would be dangerous.
Da Zhu and the others hurriedly ran toward Mo Hua. Halfway there, they found that Mo Hua had already gotten to his feet on his own and even casually patted his backside. Seeing Da Zhu and the others, he looked worried instead and asked, "Brother Da Zhu, are you all right...?"
Everyone: "..."
"Mo Hua, are you all right?" Da Zhu asked.
"Mm, I'm fine. Just scraped a little skin, and my neck hurts a bit." Mo Hua touched his neck. The place Qian Xing had grabbed just now still had some bruising.
Where was Qian Xing?
Mo Hua searched for a while before finally spotting Qian Xing, his whole body charred black and covered in blood, his life or death unknown.
The power of the Earth Fire Array was a little stronger than Mo Hua had imagined. He hadn't noticed it when blowing up trees, but the effect when blowing up a person was very obvious.
"Mo Hua, what exactly happened..." Da Zhu asked in a low voice.
Before Mo Hua could answer, a middle-aged cultivator arrived. In the blink of an eye, he was at Qian Xing's side, his brows tightly furrowed.