The night was deep and the mountain forest was silent.
Hao Xuan looked at the three black-garbed cultivators lying dead on the ground, his mouth agape, "Junior Brother, your Formation, it's too powerful..."
With a single encounter, a thunderous boom, a flash of fire, and the Formation exploded.
These three cultivators with no meager cultivation had died so suddenly, caught unawares...
Hao Xuan's face was a picture of shock, while Mo Hua felt some pleasure inside, but on the surface, he still maintained the dignity of "Junior Brother," nodding his head modestly and saying,
"It was okay..."
As usual, he would have finished them off with the Fireball Technique.
But since Hao Xuan was nearby, Mo Hua didn't take action, not wanting him to feel that his Junior Brother was too ruthless.
This would ruin his friendly image of 'innocent and kind-hearted' amongst his fellow sect members.
The three black-garbed figures were dead.