Chapter 254: Trapped

The bald ascetic's body was as swift as the wind as he fled into the distance, with Lu Hui and Zhang Lan giving chase.

Mo Hua remained behind.

The battle in the mountain valley gradually drew to a close. The criminal cultivators were either killed or subdued, and the casualties on the Dao Court Division's side were not significant.

After a while, Mo Shan and Ji Qingbai also appeared at the valley entrance. They wanted to pursue the bald ascetic but were stopped by Mo Hua.

"Father, I'll go with you. Uncle Ji doesn't need to."

Ji Qingbai quickly said, "How can this be?"

Mo Shan glanced at Mo Hua, as if understanding something, and said, "Brother Ji, you don't need to go."

"This matter started because of me..."

Mo Shan shook his head, "The Kong family relies on power to bully others; this matter started because of the Kong family, not because of you. The fault lies with them."

Ji Qingbai frowned, "But..."

Mo Hua smiled mysteriously and said, "Uncle Ji, rest assured."

Ji Qingbai still wanted to insist, but Mo Shan and Mo Hua had already used their movement techniques and were chasing after the bald ascetic.

Ji Qingbai remained in place, recalling Mo Hua's smile, and for a moment, his heart was filled with doubt. "What exactly is this child Mo Hua planning?"

Mo Hua and Mo Shan displayed their movement techniques and chased all the way, occasionally stopping to look at the Si Nan compass to confirm their approximate position.

The bald ascetic, being pursued by Zhang Lan and Lu Hui and forced to exert his full strength to escape, would inevitably generate spiritual power fluctuations that would leave a clear trace on the Si Nan compass.

Not long after, in Mo Hua's divine sense, the spiritual power remnant of the bald ascetic appeared.

His wind-attribute spiritual root meant his spiritual power was a light white, making it very easy to recognize.

The bald ascetic was alone, cautiously hidden in a patch of mountain forest, with no sight of Zhang Lan and Lu Hui in the surroundings.

It was estimated that he had temporarily shaken them off by relying on his movement technique.

"Father, over there."

Mo Hua pointed out the bald ascetic's position.

Mo Shan's divine sense was not as sharp as Mo Hua's, but his eyesight was excellent. Hearing Mo Hua's words, with just one glance, he spotted the bald ascetic crouching in the bushes.

He flickered, rushing straight towards the bald ascetic.

At the same time, the bald ascetic also discovered Mo Shan's figure. He cursed under his breath, having no choice but to urge his spiritual power and again use his movement technique to escape into the distance.

The bald ascetic cursed endlessly in his heart.

He had already deceived Zhang Lan and Lu Hui and originally wanted to rest a bit to recover some spiritual power, but unexpectedly, he was discovered again by others.

However, the bald ascetic was very confident in his own movement technique. Over the years, he had managed to thrive entirely by relying on this wind-attribute escape technique.

As a criminal cultivator, no matter how strong one's cultivation, it wasn't as good as running fast enough.

As long as he ran fast enough, he wouldn't be chased by enemies and wouldn't be captured by the Dao Court Division.

Over the years, many criminal cultivators with higher cultivation and stronger Dao methods than him had died or been crippled one by one.

Only he, relying on his movement technique, had preserved his life, ultimately surviving and successfully becoming a big brother!

Over the years, he had been chased and killed countless times. This current situation was just commonplace.

But gradually, he felt something was wrong.

His movement technique was faster than that of the demon hunter behind him, but no matter how he ran, as long as he stopped to rest, that demon hunter could catch up very quickly.

It was as if a pair of eyes was constantly fixated on him.

"What is going on?" A chill went through the bald ascetic's heart.

He carefully observed himself and discovered that there seemed to be a faint strand of divine sense on his body, like a maggot on a bone, always缠绕ing him.

If he hadn't been fully concentrated, he almost wouldn't have detected it.

The more concealed the divine sense, the more powerful it was!

Cold sweat streamed down the bald ascetic's back. "Whose divine sense is this exactly?"

Could there be a Foundation Establishment cultivator watching me?

The bald ascetic's heart panicked, and his steps became unsteady. Mo Shan saw a flaw, flashed forward, and a fierce fire knife directly chopped down.

The knife light was like a fierce flame, with red spiritual power surging.

The bald ascetic's heart turned cold. He used his full strength to urge his movement technique, wanting to dodge the strike, but it was still slightly short. The knife grazed his arm, instantly transmitting a burning pain, and blood flowed out.

The bald ascetic had no choice but to stop and find a way to cope with Mo Shan.

Mo Shan didn't talk nonsense with him. Without saying a word, he directly swung his knife.

The bald ascetic still wanted to say a few words to delay time, but seeing that Mo Shan gave him no opportunity at all, he could only secretly hate, grit his teeth, and fight with Mo Shan.

The two clashed with knives and swords, wind and fire spiritual power surged, and energy overflowed.

But after a few rounds, the bald ascetic knew he was not Mo Shan's opponent, and defeat was only a matter of time.

Since he would be defeated, he had to plan ahead.

The bald ascetic fought a few more rounds with Mo Shan, then suddenly retreated backward. He lifted his right hand, and several talismans appeared.

Mo Shan was startled and stopped his forward steps.

At the same time, the bald ascetic had already activated the talismans.

Dust suddenly flew up from the ground. Earth-attribute spiritual power fluctuations transmitted from the ground, wave after wave attacking Mo Shan.

Mo Shan could only retreat.

The bald ascetic's gaze condensed, and he turned and ran.

This talisman was called the Earth Shock Talisman. He had acquired it from the storage bag of a family of three cultivators he had killed.

At this moment, he activated this talisman to force back Mo Shan so he could escape.

As long as he again urged his movement technique and widened the distance, it wouldn't be so easy for Mo Shan to catch up.

Among all movement techniques, wind escape was the fastest!

In this Great Black Mountain, he had killed and robbed countless people. Until now, no one had been able to keep him.

A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of the bald ascetic's mouth. Wind-attribute spiritual power wrapped around his body as he turned and left, still giving Mo Shan a contemptuous glance before leaving.

But as soon as he took a step, he discovered something was wrong.

He felt as if he was locked by something and suddenly couldn't move!

The bald ascetic lowered his head for a look, and his pupils shrank.

He didn't know when it started, but out of nowhere, chains condensed from water vapor had appeared around him, locking him in place!

"Not good!"

The bald ascetic's heart was greatly shocked. He suddenly raised his head and looked. Indeed, Mo Shan's knife momentum was like fire, chopping towards him.

The bald ascetic struggled with all his might and finally, before Mo Shan's knife chopped him, he broke free from the spell's restraint.

He hurriedly raised his knife and blocked Mo Shan's strike.

The spell was broken, and the strike was blocked, but the opportunity to escape was also lost.

The bald ascetic hated it greatly. While fighting with Mo Shan, he roared angrily, "Exactly what person is secretly attacking me?"

The bald ascetic's angry voice echoed in the surroundings.

But Mo Hua, hidden in the forest, naturally wouldn't answer him. Since it was a secret attack, he definitely couldn't show his face.

If he showed his face, how could it still be called a secret attack?

Mo Hua leisurely sat on the branch of a large tree, holding a wild fruit he had just picked in his left hand. He lifted his right hand and made a grasping motion in front of him, his divine sense always locked onto the bald ascetic.

Mo Hua's face revealed an expression of amusement, like a cat playing with a mouse.

He had guessed correctly. The Water Prison Technique indeed restrained this kind of cultivator who was skilled in movement techniques and slippery, and it was even better than he had thought.

As long as the bald ascetic wanted to run, he would use the Water Prison Technique to fix him in place.

The Water Prison Technique could bind him for about two breaths of time. In this two-breath period, it was absolutely impossible for the bald ascetic to escape from the hands of the experienced Mo Shan.

The bald ascetic tried several times and indeed couldn't escape.

Every time he had a bit of an opportunity, this strange spell would bind him.

It was both fast and precise, impossible to guard against.

The bald ascetic's heart became more and more alarmed as he fought, and his heart grew colder and colder.

His roaming Great Black Mountain movement technique was completely restrained by this unknown strange spell!

If this continued, he would have to fall here today.

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