Chapter 581: Imperial Sword

A two-product, thirteen-pattern Earth-Fire Array!

The array patterns burned, red as blood, scorching hot like magma!

In an instant, it suddenly exploded.

Boiling fire-attribute spiritual power surged and rushed, weaving wildly, like fire pythons, completely engulfing a crowd of cultivators.

Spiritual power dissipated, a mess.

Waiting for the smoke and dust to disperse, it revealed the greatly embarrassed figure of Old Jiang.

In front of him, there was a golden bell spiritual tool, fully activated, covering his body, but not protecting his entire body...

His left half arm and leg were charred black by the Earth-Fire Array's explosion, and the bloodstains were also roasted dry.

His right half body, although protected by the spiritual tool, also endured the impact of the explosion, his internal organs ached and shook, and he spat blood from his mouth.

The golden bell spiritual tool was also full of cracks, obviously ruined.

Old Jiang, as a leader doing this business of trafficking cultivators, was rich in experience, and often walked by the river with his head tied to his waist, naturally suspicious and clever.

So, as soon as he heard Mo Hua's words were not right, he became guarded.

At a critical moment, he took out a life-saving spiritual tool, which is why he was heavily injured but not dead.

But his subordinates, the other eleven "human traffickers," were not so lucky.

A two-product, thirteen-pattern array, for early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, could already be called a "big killer."

They also fundamentally did not think that someone on the ground would silently set up such a killing array.

Without any defense, they were directly swallowed by the Earth-Fire Array's fierce flames, endured the impact of the fire-attribute spiritual power, their meridians were heavily injured, and they lay on the ground one by one.

Some died directly, and the living ones only had a breath left.

If they didn't take some pills to hang on to life, they probably wouldn't live.

Old Jiang's heart was bleeding.

These were all his brothers!

Walking the cultivation world alone is difficult to support, and he still needs brothers to assist.

These brothers were all his accumulated base from working hard over the years, together burning, killing, abducting, and plundering, drinking wine and eating meat.

Now with this explosion, he didn't know how many could still live.

Old Jiang ignored his injuries, greatly angered in his heart, turned his head to look, and his eyes were even about to split.

He saw that the damn little ghost, at this moment, was actually calmly "finishing off"?!

Like a little "Yan Wang," he looked to see who wasn't dead, then walked forward, and a fire ball technique ended them.

This fire ball technique was not bad in power.

Those who originally still had a breath left, with one hit from the fire ball technique, also breathed their last.

Old Jiang's eyes were blood-red, and he angrily said:

"Little ghost, what are you doing?!"

Mo Hua turned back, sighed and said:

"I see them suffering too much, leaving one breath, death is not painful and fast, just helping them liberate a bit..."

Before finishing his words, he pointed his small hand, and another fire ball technique ended a lingering "human trafficker."

Old Jiang's anger surged, a mouthful of blood stuck in his chest, and he spat it out with a "pu chi" sound.

Mo Hua didn't reason with him and continued to "finish off" by himself.

There were many of them, and he couldn't fight them all by himself.

He could only strike first, using thunderous means, setting up a two-product Earth-Fire Array, and killing as many as he could.

After these were heavily injured, they couldn't leave either.

Even those who seemed to have breathed their last, he also wanted to add a fire ball technique to make them die a little more "steady" and a little more "thorough," to avoid them launching a sneak attack, causing changes, and capsizing in the ditch.

As for the remaining Old Jiang, he was still gasping for air, quite energetic, and he could deal with him slowly.

Although it had only been a little over ten breaths of time, Mo Hua had finished off all these more than ten human traffickers.

Old Jiang's anger had already turned into chill.

He knew he had been caught.

People cannot be judged by appearance.

He shouldn't have underestimated this little cultivator just because he looked young, pure, and occasionally showed a bit of foolishness.

This was not a little fool, but a little evil ghost!

Before and after, it was not more than a cup of tea, by his own strength, one array, and several fire balls, he killed all his brothers of these past years...

Moreover, it seemed his own situation was not too good either...

Old Jiang secretly took a pill, used his cultivation to treat his injuries, while his heart was confused, and he opened his mouth and asked:

"Little ghost, when exactly did you set up the array?"

Mo Hua smiled and did not answer.

Old Jiang's gaze sank, and he continued to ask:

"Why are you similarly in the array, but after the array exploded, you were safe and sound?"

Mo Hua also smiled without speaking.

He was not stupid.

Drawing the ground into an array and deriving a life gate, he was too lazy to tell Old Jiang, and with his array knowledge, even if he said it, he wouldn't understand.

It would be like playing the lute to a cow.

Mo Hua checked around once and nodded.

Now all the human traffickers had been "aftermath-ed" by him, only the leader Old Jiang was left.

Mo Hua's face was smiling and squinting, and he was already calculating in his heart how to kill Old Jiang...

Old Jiang trafficked cultivators...

This business couldn't see the light of day, and he could do it for so long, the interests must be deeply rooted and intertwined, and the forces behind him were probably not small.

Offending him would definitely be remembered by him.

It was also possible that he would suffer the revenge of the forces behind him.

So, he had to cut the grass and remove the roots!

Otherwise, as a weak, early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, his future situation would be very dangerous...

Old Jiang looked at Mo Hua, his thoughts moved slightly, and he suddenly said in a low voice:

"Little brother, you may not believe it, all this is actually a misunderstanding, I trafficked you, but you also killed my eleven brothers, consider it even..."

"You let me leave, and I won't seek revenge on you either..."

"From now on, well water will not offend river water, how do you feel?"

Mo Hua knew Old Jiang was talking nonsense, but when it came to "nonsense," he was not inferior to others.

Mo Hua also nodded and said:

"Okay, I also just killed your eleven brothers, now the misunderstanding is resolved, enemies should be resolved, not knotted, I also won't haggle."

Old Jiang was stunned, and couldn't help but get angry again, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He never thought that this little ghost would be so shameless, so thick-faced, that he could say such words without shame.

However... killed your eleven brothers...

However!!

Old Jiang hated secretly.

This little ghost, with a pure and childish face on the surface, but with vicious schemes, despicable and shameless to the extreme!!

Old Jiang's face twitched.

However, it didn't matter...

This was originally a life-and-death situation.

And he also had to kill this little ghost to avenge his brothers...

Old Jiang's gaze was slightly cold, and his expression also showed ferocity.

His pale face gradually turned red, his body wounds also scabbed over, and his breath gradually recovered.

Old Jiang glanced at Mo Hua, sneered, "I was talking nonsense with you to delay time and wait for my injuries to recover. What are you waiting for? Waiting for death?"

Mo Hua smiled brightly, "I'm waiting for the array!"

Old Jiang was stunned, then suddenly became alert, and quickly lowered his head to look, only to see that the ground, he didn't know when, was already full of several golden array patterns.

These array patterns were layered, intertwined, like conjoined lotuses.

A one-product Three Lotuses Gold Lock Repeat Array!

As the array formed, it manifested golden light, condensing into golden locks that locked Old Jiang.

At the same time, Mo Hua's eyes brightened, his hand pointed forward, exerting his spiritual power to the extreme, and two-product fire ball techniques, like a repeating crossbow, shot towards Old Jiang one after another.

Old Jiang was caught off guard, locked by the Three Lotuses Gold Lock Repeat Array, and temporarily unable to dodge, he took six or seven fire ball techniques head-on.

His just-recovered blood energy was all consumed again, and his injuries became heavier.

Moreover, Mo Hua hit people specifically in the face, and the fire ball technique aimed at Old Jiang's face, making him look even more miserable than before.

Old Jiang exhausted all his strength before breaking free from the Three Lotuses Gold Lock Repeat Array.

Mo Hua saw this with some pity.

The two-product Earth-Fire Array consumed too much and could not be used temporarily.

The Three Lotuses Gold Lock Repeat Array, although a repeat array, was only a one-product array and could not trap Old Jiang for long.

If it were a two-product trap array, it could directly lock Old Jiang to death, turning him into a "living target" and exhausting him to death with fire ball techniques.

It was just that the two-product Thorn Array was not very good to use.

He didn't know other two-product trap arrays, and his divine sense was temporarily insufficient...

"It seems my divine sense and arrays are still not strong enough..."

He also wanted to enter the sect quickly and find more two-product arrays to learn...

Mo Hua silently said in his heart.

After breaking free from the Three Lotuses Gold Lock Repeat Array, Old Jiang hastily swallowed another pill, his gaze alarmed, looking at Mo Hua, his expression unbelievable.

How exactly did this little ghost set up the array?!

No need for a pen, drawing the ground as an array?

What sect or inheritance was this exactly?

He had also studied in the Qian Xue state boundary, although he was not proficient in arrays, he had also seen many genius array masters, but he had never seen which array master could set up an array in battle without a pen or paper?

Old Jiang said with a grave expression:

"What is your identity exactly? And who is your master?"

Mo Hua smiled: "Wait until you're dead, then I'll tell you, otherwise I'm afraid you'll tell others."

Old Jiang hated in his heart.

This little ghost was actually like an old slicker who wouldn't listen to reason...

His mouth was full of nonsense, not revealing a single bit of information.

But now it was already a life-and-death situation, he had no other choice, he could only fight to the death.

Old Jiang's gaze was cold, and he made a plan in his heart.

This little ghost was proficient in spells, extremely skilled in arrays, and his array-setting methods were hidden, strange, and fast.

Since that was the case, he could only suppress him up close, and he couldn't give him time to cast spells and set up arrays, otherwise he would definitely be "played" to death by him...

"Little brother, I admit defeat, let's talk it over..."

Old Jiang suddenly said softly.

"You..."

Mo Hua just opened his mouth, then suddenly froze, and saw that Old Jiang, like an evil wolf, rushed towards him, his long sword in his hand swung, the golden light dazzling, directly aiming at his heart.

Mo Hua angrily said: "Shameless!"

Then he stamped his foot, and pale blue water currents entwined his body, supporting him, flowing backward lightly.

The two-product Flowing Water Step, when cast, was different from the one-product, every move was entwined with water currents, making advances and retreats more at ease.

Old Jiang's sword strike missed, he turned his body and chopped down again with another sword, as if to cut Mo Hua into two.

Mo Hua floated in the air, his light body reversed, like water flowing into a river, surging back, easily avoiding this sword again.

Old Jiang frowned, his offense became more urgent, sword energy wound around, sword after sword, chopping towards Mo Hua, not giving Mo Hua time to cast spells or condense arrays.

Mo Hua was indeed suppressed by him, and could only use his body technique to circle, temporarily unable to counterattack.

Old Jiang, however, fought with increasing alarm.

Earlier, he just felt that this seemingly watery, elusive body technique was very strange.

Now that he was close and entangled for a while, he hadn't even touched a corner of Mo Hua's clothes, and he was shocked:

"Absolute learning body technique?!"

This must be an absolute learning body technique from some big sect or big family!

Otherwise, it would be impossible for a Spirit Cultivator to entangle with him for so long by relying on his body technique...

Not good...

Old Jiang was originally injured, and risking one breath, suppressing him up close, he wanted a quick battle, but he didn't expect that being close was also useless.

If he continued to entangle like this, the situation would not be good.

Or rather, it was already not good...

Old Jiang could feel his spiritual power starting to weaken, and the speed of his sword strikes was getting slower and slower.

And this change also did not escape the observant little ghost.

He could even see that the little ghost's eyes brightened, and the corners of his mouth curved into a smile that was cute but very hateful.

Then, he tasted the flavor of the fire ball technique again.

He had slowed down, but this little ghost had not.

He left flaws, enough for this little ghost to dodge at ease, then point his fingers, use his cultivation, and condense fire ball techniques.

This fire ball technique was very fast.

Almost in a flash, it was condensed, and in a blink of an eye, it whistled over.

Old Jiang had never seen such a fast fire ball technique in his life.

And, it was also aimed at his face.

Old Jiang covered his face with his arms, blocking this fire ball technique, but both arms were burning with pain, a burst of intense pain, and his figure also staggered a few steps.

He looked up again, only to see Mo Hua already far away, and again beginning to point his fingers and condense fire ball techniques...

In Old Jiang's heart, a trace of despair was born.

It was clearly the most ordinary fire ball technique, but combined with body technique and swift attack speed, it seemed flawless.

He couldn't find a single opportunity...

He suddenly realized that even if he hadn't been blown by the Earth-Fire Array, he might not have been able to beat this little ghost just by his cultivation methods...

Old Jiang was stunned.

"I actually... can't beat this little ghost?"

As this thought floated up, he immediately felt both ashamed and angry.

He was a dignified Foundation Establishment cultivator, a small gang leader, who had walked the Qian state cultivation world for over a hundred years, gone through how many open killings and secret fights, and actually...

Couldn't handle this little ghost who was only a little over ten years old?!

Old Jiang's Dao heart cracked, he took a deep breath, stared at Mo Hua, his eyes revealing a chilling hatred.

Then he retreated, pulling away from Mo Hua.

Mo Hua, who was condensing a fire ball, felt something was wrong.

What was this move?

Giving up?

If he pulled away, wouldn't he just take the beating of fire ball techniques?

"Could it be that when I hit his face with a fire ball technique, I accidentally damaged his brain?"

Mo Hua muttered in his heart.

Suddenly he froze again, his gaze slightly sharp, looking towards Old Jiang.

Old Jiang, he didn't know when, had already taken out a jade talisman, and after activating it, a layer of golden light covered his body, as if he had been "plated" with a layer of gold.

Then he took out another sword from his storage ring.

This sword was forearm-length, engraved with golden patterns, extraordinarily luxurious, and the sword energy was pressing.

Mo Hua realized, and was somewhat shocked.

This Old Jiang was actually a true sword cultivator!

Earlier when he was close and attacking with his sword, he was using martial arts-style sword techniques, and Mo Hua still thought he was just a "body cultivator" who used a sword for show.

But now Mo Hua knew that this Old Jiang really seemed to be a sword cultivator who could control sword techniques!

Old Jiang sneered, then urged his spiritual power, activating the Break Gold Sword.

On the Break Gold Sword, golden light bloomed, condensing shocking sword energy.

Old Jiang's gaze was stern.

This was his trump card move.

It was also his never-before-shown sword technique!

Once the sword was drawn, all witnesses must be killed, leaving no one alive!

Otherwise, his identity would be exposed.

He was once a disciple of the Break Gold Sect in the Qian Xue state boundary, and he learned the sect's absolute learning sword move, the Break Gold Sword Control Secret!

He stole this sword move.

Once the sect knew that he had learned the sect's absolute learning sword move and used it for the business of "trafficking cultivators," he would become a disgrace to the sect and bring shame to the sect.

He would also be hunted down by the Break Gold Sect at all costs!

He couldn't bear the anger of the Break Gold Sect.

So over the years, he rarely controlled his sword.

Once he controlled his sword, he must chop, exhaust, and kill absolutely, leaving no one alive!

But now at a life-and-death juncture, he had to play all his cards to kill the little ghost before his eyes, otherwise he would definitely be unlucky!

Old Jiang took steps and chanted a secret, condensing sword energy, with a grand momentum, enough to see the power of this sword.

But with great power, there must be a long time for accumulation.

Mo Hua would not give him this opportunity.

He lightly pointed his finger, and a fire ball technique flew out instantly, hitting Old Jiang's chest.

But on Old Jiang's body, golden light flashed, seemingly offsetting part of the fire ball technique's power.

And although Old Jiang took some injury, his sword energy was still condensing.

Mo Hua frowned, then cast a Water Prison Technique again.

The one-product Water Prison Technique could only bind a Foundation Establishment cultivator for an instant, playing the role of interrupting casting.

But this Water Prison Technique was also offset by the golden light.

Old Jiang's sword control was also not interrupted.

Mo Hua was somewhat puzzled, then remembered that earlier Old Jiang had activated a jade talisman, plating a layer of golden light on his body.

This layer of golden light gave him a "golden body."

It seemed it could block part of the spells' power, and at the same time, exempt him from some spells' control, preventing his moves from being interrupted...

In this way, he could accumulate energy without scruples and cast this extremely powerful sword control technique.

Mo Hua was endlessly surprised in his heart.

It could still be played like this?

From the small two-product state boundary, Mo Hua saw for the first time that there were still such spell effects and jade talismans...

This Old Jiang was an expert!

"Then what to do?"

"Want to run?"

"Drag out the time until this layer of 'golden body' disappears, then come back and kill him?"

Mo Hua calculated in his heart.

But... could he run away?

Mo Hua wrinkled his brow.

He didn't know how fast this sword control move was exactly...

If the speed of the sword light was faster than his Flowing Water Step speed, then he probably couldn't dodge...

Just at this time, Mo Hua felt a divine sense sticking to his body, seemingly wanting to "lock" him...

Divine sense lock?

Mo Hua was stunned, his expression subtle...

And on the other side, although it had only been a few breaths of time, Old Jiang had already finished accumulating sword energy for the "Break Gold Sword Control Secret."

On the Break Gold Sword, golden light was dazzling, and its power was frightening.

Once this sword was unleashed, an early-stage Foundation Establishment would undoubtedly die!

That little ghost was no exception!

As long as he locked that little ghost with his divine sense, the Break Gold Sword would automatically seek its enemy, the sword light would seek life, chasing and killing for a thousand zhang, completely erasing that hateful and shameful little ghost!

As long as he locked it with his divine sense...

Locked it with his divine sense...

Locked...

Old Jiang "locked" for a long time, suddenly froze, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Locked... not to?!

A wave of absurd feeling surged in his heart, Old Jiang was shocked to the extreme.

Divine sense... can't lock?!

What the hell... what a joke?!

He fixed his eyes and saw that little Mo Hua was clearly just standing ten zhang away from him, not moving.

But in his divine sense, there was nothing.

There was fundamentally no figure of this little cultivator!

"Why?"

Old Jiang thought slightly, his pupils in shock.

His divine sense... suppressed?!

Suppressed by this little ghost...?!

Old Jiang's face was terrified.

Absurdity in the world!

He was a young cultivator whose milk hadn't dried yet, his divine sense could suppress his own, a cultivator who had cultivated for over a hundred years in the Foundation Establishment realm?!

Based on what?

In addition to his disbelief, Old Jiang thought of another, more severe problem:

What should he do with this "Break Gold Sword Control Secret" full of spiritual power?

If he didn't unleash it, the sword move would backlash.

But if he unleashed it...

How would he unleash it?

If his divine sense couldn't lock the target, how could he unleash it?

Then... use his eyes to aim?

Old Jiang felt unbelievable.

When did sword cultivators who control swords and kill enemies need to use their eyes to aim?

The myriad things in the world were strange and bizarre, and spells had thousands of changes, but what cultivators could least believe were their own eyes.

Controlling a sword with divine sense, looking for the enemy with one's gaze, wasn't that extremely stupid?

But if he didn't believe his own eyes, what else could he believe...

Believe his divine sense?

In his divine sense, there was nothing... what could he believe?

Old Jiang looked around with his controlled sword, his heart blank.

Mo Hua looked at Old Jiang with "sympathy."

Old Jiang touched Mo Hua's gaze, and became even more angry to the extreme.

But the sword energy had been accumulating for a long time, and his meridians had already begun to faintly ache, if he didn't unleash it, the sword energy would backlash, and he would undoubtedly die!

Old Jiang gritted his teeth.

Forget it, life and death are determined by fate, success or failure by heaven!

If not by divine sense, then by eyes!

The "sword" is on the string, it must be shot.

If divine sense can't lock it, then use eyes to see, to gamble on this sword!

Old Jiang's spirit shook, he exhausted all his strength, controlled the Break Gold Sword, carried surging sword energy, and suddenly stabbed and killed towards Mo Hua's current location!

But the instant he moved...

Mo Hua had already activated the Flowing Water Step and slipped away without a trace...

Old Jiang was stunned, then he could only watch with wide eyes as his infinitely powerful, "gaze"-locked controlled sword, unable to change direction, unable to turn, directly split an unmanned eatery into two halves...

The Break Gold Sword Control Secret split a thatched hut...

Old Jiang's face was like dead ash, and his heart was in despair.

The instant he unleashed it, he knew he was already a dead man...

At this time, he finally understood what Mr. Tu meant by "don't have extra branches"...

If there were no extra branches, there would be no accidents.

And he wouldn't have trafficked such a little monster with vicious schemes, shocking arrays, and even terrifying divine sense that couldn't be locked...

Close to 6k words, and revised a bit, updated late, sorry.

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