Mo Chuan's beheading sent Huang Buyu reeling, dazzling his eyes and shocking his soul!
Immortal Mo... had been killed?
No!
—The image of Mo Chuan toying with the wolf's head abruptly surged into his mind.
—Could this be Immortal Mo's deception?
Huang Buyu's heart stirred, and he hurriedly leaped out of the grave pit.
Sweeping his gaze around, he indeed spotted a handsome scholar in a bamboo-green cloak strolling out of the woods, his face radiant with springtime cheer.
"Under this bright and shining heaven, you dare consort with demons and dig up another man's grave? You have truly brought this calamity upon yourselves—none can save you!"
The scholar wore an expression of righteous indignation.
As he rebuked them, he lightly raised his right hand. A ritual sword spun down from the sky and hovered above his palm!
He shone like a divine being.
Yet just as he struck this carefree, transcendent pose, his raised brow suddenly froze.
The headless Daoist he had beheaded unexpectedly held his flying head in both hands and gently set it back onto his neck.
The Daoist twisted his neck from side to side, his face full of mockery. "Unless you have suffered another's pain, do not urge them toward goodness! Do you know whose grave this is? A murderous fiend's!"
"You take me for a fool? This is General Lu Gao's tomb, and you dare turn black into white?"
The handsome scholar thundered, "No wonder you keep company with a Jiazi great demon. You are an unscrupulous demon Daoist yourself!"
"Bah! You sour-faced fraud, you dare insult my teacher? Teacher, do not waste words on him. A hypocrite like this cannot be reasoned with. Let this disciple seize him and see whether he still dares spew such wild nonsense!"
Huang Buyu's form suddenly collapsed,