Procastination

The fireball exploded, the situation changed, and both sides temporarily stopped.

The hidden cultivator was taken aback, then became furious.

Some unbearable and humiliating memories surfaced.

It's the damn fireball again!

The hidden cultivator's figure shifted slightly, retreating to a distance, looking around, and exclaimed angrily, "Who is using the fireball technique?"

Silence surrounded them.

The leader, a one-eyed sin cultivator, reprimanded, "Diao Lao San, don't worry about the others, just kill the one surnamed Ji first!"

In the shadows, Mo Hua's gaze hardened.

This cultivator, dressed in black, slender, with a sinister gaze and skilled in concealment, turned out to be called Diao Lao San.

He silently remembered this name.

Diao Lao San looked around and released his spiritual sense to scan, but still saw no one, feeling a sinking feeling in his heart.

The taste of being plotted against, without knowing by whom, surged again.

The sin cultivator furrowed his brow, "Just a fireball technique, and you're acting like this?"

The sin cultivator's cultivation was profound, deeper than the average Qi refining Ninth Level. Ji Qingbai had been at the Qi refining Ninth Level for many years, and his cultivation was comparable to his, which was why they could stalemate for so long.

Originally, the sin cultivator wanted to take advantage of the hidden cultivator's sneak attack to kill Ji Qingbai and the others earlier, so they could retreat calmly.

Now, it seemed Ji Qingbai and the others couldn't hold on any longer.

But unexpectedly, Diao Lao San was so timid because of just a fireball technique.

Diao Lao San didn't want to admit it, but he had to. He could only say begrudgingly, "The one using the fireball technique can see through my concealment technique. I fell into his hands last time."

The sin cultivator sneered, "Didn't you say that no one could see through your concealment technique below the Foundation Establishment stage?"

Diao Lao San's withered face flushed red.

Seeing this, the sin cultivator didn't dwell on it anymore and asked, "Are you sure the cultivator using this fireball technique is the same person who saw through your concealment technique last time?"

Diao Lao San pondered for a moment, suddenly feeling uncertain.

That familiar feeling was exactly the same.

It was as if there was a spiritual sense, like maggots on bones, sticking to him and impossible to shake off.

This made Diao Lao San sure that the one using the fireball technique was the same person as before.

But the power of this fireball technique had increased significantly.

Previously only at the mid Qi refining stage, now it had the power of a late Qi refining stage spell, although it was probably only at the seventh or eighth level.

Could it be that this person's realm had improved, so the power of the fireball technique had also increased?

But if that were true, this cultivator was only at the seventh or eighth level of Qi refining. How could the spiritual sense of such a realm see through his concealment technique?

Diao Lao San hesitated.

Seeing his hesitation, the sin cultivator couldn't help but curse, "Stop hesitating, just do what you have to do. Leave that cultivator to me."

Diao Lao San's eyes narrowed, then his figure disappeared. The other sin cultivators also attacked Ji Qingbai and the other two demon hunters, forcing them to reveal their flaws.

Diao Lao San also found a flaw and aimed his dagger at the throat of one of the demon hunters.

But he kept an eye out for the fireball technique.

Sure enough, another fireball technique flew towards him.

Diao Lao San hastily dodged, avoiding the attack.

The sin cultivator, who had been keeping an eye on his surroundings, suddenly gleamed with light in his eyes.

He turned around and headed straight for the direction of the fireball technique, where Mo Hua was hiding.

"Reveal yourself, you sneaky bastard!"

The sin cultivator shouted loudly and in a few flashes, arrived behind a big tree, discovering Mo Hua hiding behind it.

Small in stature, with a youthful face and clear eyes, Mo Hua even smiled at him.

"A kid?"

The sin cultivator was stunned for a moment but didn't pause in his actions. He reached out with his big hand, aiming for Mo Hua's neck.

Mo Hua then performed the Flowing Water Steps, gracefully evading the sin cultivator's grasp.

The sin cultivator exclaimed in surprise and continued reaching out to grab Mo Hua.

Mo Hua rolled away with a flip, then, using spiritual power, stood vertically on the tree trunk and walked lightly towards the top of the tree.

The one-eyed sin cultivator drew his sword directly and slashed towards Mo Hua.

But after several slashes, each one swift, Mo Hua always narrowly avoided them.

The sin cultivator thought each time that the next strike would hit, but each time it narrowly missed.

After several rounds of this, he suddenly realized.

"This kid is playing me! He's stalling for time!"

"Damn it!"

The one-eyed sin cultivator was furious, but he was helpless because he found that this kid's footwork was much more superior to his.

He couldn't even touch the hem of the kid's clothes.

Such skill at such a young age was truly remarkable.

The one-eyed sin cultivator cursed and could only turn around, shouting, "Kill the one surnamed Ji first!"

If they killed Ji Qingbai and his son, they could get the spiritual stones from the Kong family.

Spiritual stones were the most important.

As for these demon hunters and this kid, they could settle scores with them later!

But when he tried to escape, Mo Hua disagreed. He retaliated with a fireball technique, directly hitting the one-eyed sin cultivator's back.

Though not fatal, it was painful, and the meridians were burned by the fire, causing significant damage.

The one-eyed sin cultivator was furious and rushed towards Mo Hua again, but he couldn't catch him.

When he tried to flee, Mo Hua threw another fireball technique at him.

Mo Hua's fireball techniques were fast and accurate, leaving him no choice but to take them head-on.

After three rounds of this, his clothes were almost burned to tatters.

The one-eyed sin cultivator felt extremely frustrated. He couldn't catch up, nor could he escape.

Finally, Diao Lao San and the other two sin cultivators came to support him, and Mo Hua stopped.

But this gave Ji Qingbai and the others a chance to catch their breath.

The situation immediately became deadlocked again.

Mo Hua wanted to stall for time, and a deadlock was the best outcome.

The sin cultivators wanted to kill, but if they waited too long, the demon hunters' reinforcements would arrive, and they wouldn't be able to kill anyone.

However, with Mo Hua's assistance, the outcome between the two sides remained uncertain in the short term with four against four.

Especially Diao Lao San, his martial and cultivation arts were quite ordinary. In direct confrontation, he was no match for the demon hunters.

He could only rely on concealment techniques, catching them off guard.

Now that his concealment technique had been exposed by Mo Hua, he was almost useless.

All the cultivators present were watching Mo Hua.

The sin cultivators looked angry, while Ji Qingbai's gaze was somewhat incredulous.

He never expected that Mo Hua, with only the cultivation level of the seventh Qi refining stage, could single-handedly restrain the sin cultivator with profound cultivation.

And that elusive and ghostly cultivator was also seen by him.

Moreover, his fireball techniques were also very skilled.

Like father, like son indeed. Although Mo Hua's path was different from Mo Shan's and he didn't pursue body refining, he was still quite remarkable.

Seeing the situation turning unfavorable, the one-eyed sin cultivator looked at Ji Qingbai with a sneer.

"This kid probably isn't your son, right? Oh, right, your son is already dead, and his body is now somewhere, being gnawed on by wild wolves."

Hearing this, Ji Qingbai suddenly felt intense pain in his heart, his face pale, his fingers trembling, almost unable to hold the knife.

Mo Hua then said to Ji Qingbai:

"Brother Ji isn't dead."

Ji Qingbai suddenly raised his head, his eyes red, his face showing hope, "Really?"

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded earnestly.

Mo Hua's eyes were very sincere.

Ji Qingbai suddenly felt a surge of energy throughout his body, regained his grip on the knife.

But the one-eyed sin cultivator sneered:

"Impossible, that kid surnamed Ji is undoubtedly dead!"

Mo Hua looked at him and asked, "How do you know?"

The one-eyed sin cultivator said coldly, "Zhao Hu went after him, how could he possibly survive? If he's not torn apart, that's already fortunate."

"Is Zhao Hu the big guy?" Mo Hua asked.

The one-eyed sin cultivator's only eye narrowed slightly, "Have you seen him?"

Mo Hua nodded.

The one-eyed sin cultivator sneered, "Impossible! If you had seen him, you would be undoubtedly dead too!"

Mo Hua said, "Well, I'm not dead, whether he's dead or not, it's hard to say."

The one-eyed sin cultivator snorted coldly, "You little brat, don't spout nonsense!"

Mo Hua smiled and took out the half-burnt storage pouch, dangling it in front of him, but said nothing.

The one-eyed sin cultivator's pupils constricted.

That storage pouch belonged to Zhao Hu!

(End of the Chapter)