The Flower Lord's eyes widened as he finally realized what was happening. "Y-you aren't from our sect! You're an outsider!" He pointed at Huo Hai with his intact left hand, disbelief written all over his face. Once again, the Flower Lord froze in a daze.
Huo Hai shook his head inwardly. With combat instincts like these, he wondered whether this fellow had ever fought before. The disciples of the Pavilion Among Flowers normally left everything to their attendant consorts, making them little better than useless themselves. To lose focus in battle-such a basic mistake coming from a Spirit Emperor expert was truly astonishing.
Still, the disciples of the Pavilion Among Flowers certainly looked good. Unless they had unusual preferences, they all maintained young, handsome appearances, and the Flower Lord was no exception.
As for their attendant consorts, not a single one was unattractive. Even those who had once been plain grew more beautiful as their cultivation advanced. Huo Hai simply disliked their seductive air, because it felt far too false.
By contrast, although Blood Rose deliberately acted that way too, Huo Hai actually felt rather comfortable around her. "You're the Flower Lord, right? Enough nonsense. You have only yourselves to blame for provoking me." Facing the Flower Lord, whose cultivation exceeded his own, Huo Hai could barely summon any interest in fighting. Outsiders would have found that incredible, but it was the truth.
"What did you say? When did we ever provoke you? You're clearly the one provoking us! You dare come to the Pavilion Among Flowers and cause trouble? This young master will take your life today!" The Flower Lord seemed utterly unaware of how powerful Huo Hai was.
Huo Hai sneered. "Young master? You're over a thousand years old, aren't you? Without pills keeping you going, I wonder