If Mo Cheng had been given another chance, he would probably have felt regret.
Deep regret.
If he had known Sun Buxiao was a Dou Emperor-in his understanding, at least-he would never have entertained the idea of targeting him.
That was the only emotion he felt before his death.
One plain, unadorned Heavenly Poison Cloud-Treading Collapse, powered by the Netherworld Poison Flame, had vaporized Mo Cheng the moment the foot came down.
Not even a scrap of that human trash remained.
The buildings within dozens of meters had gone with him.
"Sect Master! Something terrible has happened!"
Someone pounded violently on the door to Yun Yun's room in the Misty Cloud Sect.
"Your Majesty, something has happened!"
The atmosphere was equally grave in the emperor's palace in the Jia Ma Holy City.
"Sir, Elder Hai, something major has happened in the northeast!"
A servant also came running into the auction house at the Mittel Family Headquarters.
The Mo Family was, after all, a fairly large family in Jia Ma.
Such a family being wiped out overnight inevitably drew the attention and wariness of every faction.
But none of that had much to do with Sun Buxiao.
When Hai Bodong rushed over to find him, he was eating lamb skewers with Xiao Yi Xian and Qing Lin in a small town on the edge of the Magical Beast Mountain Range.
Hai Bodong was dumbfounded.
"Seriously, young Sun, you're actually just sitting here eating skewers???"
Hai Bodong could not quite explain what he was shocked by-he just thought the whole thing was absurd.
"What's wrong? These skewers are delicious. Want one?"
Sun Buxiao licked the chili oil from around his lips and handed Hai Bodong a skewer.
"Smells pretty good... no! I didn't come here to eat skewers! Do you know what's