Hidden Elder-Second only had a moment of surprise before he reversed his dagger and charged forward, its tip tracing a deep blue, sinister gleam of watery light, aiming straight for Mo Hua's throat.
He wanted to strike first and dispose of this little threat.
No matter who this youngster was or what identity he held, in Canglang Mountain, he must die first!
Proficient at using the Original Magnet Formation, adept in concealment, and watching him like a hawk, discerning his every move.
For him, a cultivator specialized in stealth and assassination, Mo Hua was a natural enemy.
Such a "thorn in the side" must be removed first, only then could he free his hands to slowly toy with the remaining Sect Disciples.
Hidden Elder-Second's expression was solemn, his gaze ferocious.
The dagger transformed into a deadly gleam—it reached Mo Hua's throat in the blink of an eye.
Calm and unruffled, Mo Hua leaned back, dodging the malicious dagger aimed at his throat.