At the same cultivation realm, the gap in strength between two cultivators was determined by two things: the depth of their true essence and their mastery of cultivation techniques.
Mo Hai possessed both, making it difficult for him to find a match within the same realm.
As Huang Que thought this, he rapidly adjusted the image in the Spirit Mirror.
When he found Duan Xiaoyu again, he discovered that she had collapsed on the ground, drenched in blood. Perhaps because of the pain, her body was trembling uncontrollably.
Even so, she still struggled to prop herself up with her saber and rise from the ground, muttering curses all the while. "You little beast... you bastard... you hurt my Senior Sister... you hurt my Senior Brother... when you reach the Underworld Office, you'll..."
"Thud!"
Before she could finish, a foot stomped heavily on her head.
Already covered in wounds, she almost cried out in pain, but in the end, she held back her tears and continued cursing without pause.
Even with her head being ground into the dirt, she still insisted on cursing.
"Curse me one more time, and I'll tear your mouth apart."
Mo Hai, who had his foot on Duan Xiaoyu's head, slowly crouched and pressed the long saber in his hand against her cheek.
"Pah!"
Duan Xiaoyu glared at Mo Hai and spat a mouthful of bloody saliva at him.
But before it could reach his face, his protective gang qi blocked it.
"Hmm? You actually consumed zhuyu grass?"
Just as Mo Hai was about to fly into a rage, he suddenly sniffed hard, and the anger on his face instantly turned to delighted surprise.
"The medicinal potency of zhuyu grass can linger for a thousand years. As long as I take you back and cook you down