Seeing Guo Dahai, who was bruised and swollen, the crowd only then came to their senses and reacted, wanting to help Mo Chuan.
But Guo Dahai was clearly angered. He completely broke free from this body, his body, which was both red and black, twisting away from Mo Chuan's control. He no longer cared about Guo Dahai and glared with bloodshot eyes, roaring, "How did you escape the illusion? How could my true soul be slain by you!"
But Mo Chuan obviously didn't want to waste words with the King of Wuguan. He simply stretched his limbs, adjusted his shoulder joints, and said with a cold expression, "Why do you need to know so much? You are already a dead person… no, a dead demon."
In fact, the main reason Mo Chuan was so resentful was that Guo Dahai's true soul was too disgusting.
He had staged a play, making Guo Dahai's true soul believe that Cao Jianren had nothing to do with him. As a result, Guo Dahai's subsequent actions made Mo Chuan's scalp tingle:
The attendant was scared stiff and immediately sent another one to replace him. The attendant had already exhausted Cao Jianren, yet he still planned to have Mo Chuan (Old Master Huang) take his place. Seeing this, Mo Chuan couldn't hold back and gave him a "Mental Pollution" to make him think for himself.
Of course, with a Q that dealt over two thousand damage, he instantly killed the opponent.
As a result, the illusion annoyed Mo Chuan again. It forced Mo Chuan to return to the village to first smash the idol and erase Guo Dahai's last trace of spiritual imprint before releasing Mo Chuan.
Although he didn't know where the White Dragon Soul had gone, solving the Black Dragon in front of him should not be a problem.
The Black Dragon coiled and twisted on the ceiling, its slender body as agile as an eel. It looked coldly at Mo Chuan and slowly said, "She helped you, didn't she?"
Seeing Mo Chuan remain silent, Ao He's expression became even more frantic. He madly clawed at his own body and the surrounding walls, staring at Mo Chuan in disbelief and speaking again, "How did you do it? She was clearly imprisoned by me! Why… why…"
Just as Ao He was about to attack without error, Taotu clasped her hands together, and the iron chains arranged around the hall walls instantly converged, binding Ao He tightly to the ceiling.
Roar!!!—
Listening to Ao He's angry and unwilling roar, Mo Chuan was not idle either. He flicked his grappling hook and slashed towards his body with a "Night Slash."
*Pfft—*
Blood spurted out.
Ao He's pupils contracted. The intense pain made him instinctively tense his body, but the chains tightly bound him, causing him to repeatedly slam into the ceiling.
"Mo Chuan!" "Got it!"
Mo Chuan tossed the lantern, directly bringing Tang Jingjing into the air. Zhang Hanshan also did not stand idle; he directly threw the stones, tables, and chairs on the ground into the air, allowing Tang Jingjing to change her position in mid-air by stepping on these objects.
"Wrathful Red Lotus, Karmic Fire Burns the Body!"
With a soft shout from Tang Jingjing, several red lotus bombs flew out from the Thousand Mechanisms Umbrella. But unlike before, the flames ignited by these red lotus bombs were more terrifying purple flames, directly causing Ao He's dragon scales to peel off piece by piece.
Ao He then let out a more painful wail. As his body twisted, he actually knocked the ceiling into dust. Kuaishuge.
Seeing the cracks gradually appear, Mo Chuan immediately realized the problem. He swung his grappling hook again, trying to pull Ao He down.
*Crack—*
The ceiling could no longer withstand Ao He's torment. With a loud bang, it finally gave way, turning into fragments of stone that smashed towards the people in the hall.
The already exhausted teams reacted immediately, but they were busy protecting themselves and their companions, so no one could deal with Ao He, who was about to escape.
Several larger stone blocks were hurled towards Taotu, who was maintaining the spell. Therefore, people nearby could only push them away and protect her with their shields and bodies.
Just as Ao He broke free from the chains and flew towards the sky, the sound of chains arrived as expected. A ghostly green grappling hook flew towards Ao He, who was about to escape.
*Clang!*
Just as Mo Chuan's hook was about to catch Ao He, a white figure instantly flashed, deflecting the hook's trajectory, causing Mo Chuan to miss his first Q ever.
Looking at the black dragon and white bird gradually flying towards the clouds, Mo Chuan's expression turned grim.
…
On the high-speed train.
Mo Chuan expressionlessly helped Taotu stow her luggage. Seeing his serious expression, she spoke, "Mo Chuan."
Mo Chuan turned his head and looked at Taotu.
"Sit down." Taotu patted her soft sleeper, signaling Mo Chuan to sit there.
Although Mo Chuan found it a bit strange, he chose to sit next to Taotu.
Taotu tucked her legs up and knelt on the bed, her hand reaching Mo Chuan's head. She gently stroked his head like petting a small animal and comforted him, "These evildoers have been entrenched in their territory for decades. Even for us in the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches to capture or even kill them is extremely difficult. You don't need to feel guilty or doubt yourself for not subduing them."
After speaking, Taotu opened her arms and gave Mo Chuan a face wash (though it poked him), continuing, "You are one of the few children with immense talent I have ever seen. With training, you will surely become a great talent, but you shouldn't be too eager now and put so much pressure on yourself."
Mo Chuan, feeling the strong milky scent, momentarily had his mind short-circuited. But he still broke free, shook his head, and said, "Senior Taotu, you haven't seen the scene of the King of Wuguan's sacrifice. You don't know how cruel this lunatic is…" Mo Chuan opened his eyes blankly and looked out the window, speaking to himself, "Whether it's the King of Taishan, the King of Wuguan, or the entire Yama Hall, I'm not afraid, but my strength is still insufficient… By not apprehending the King of Wuguan today, I've allowed him to cause evil for another day…"
Taotu seemed to understand Mo Chuan's feelings and simply watched him quietly, letting him vent his inner thoughts.
Mo Chuan didn't have any grand ambitions; he just wanted to protect the people around him. Mo Fei, Zhang Hanshan, Jingjing, Sister He, Zhang Henshui, Auntie… What supported him in doing all this was always a simple sense of justice.
He was not afraid of societal discrimination against his identity; he was not afraid of the constant sneak attacks from Yama Hall; he strove to become an unparalleled expert but did not force it; he also did not seek great power.
However, for random injustices encountered, unexpected wrongdoings stumbled upon, and roadside unfairness witnessed, these were all reasons for Mo Chuan to act.
But Mo Chuan always adhered to the principle of seeing things through to the end and sending the Buddha to the western heaven, unwilling to leave potential trouble behind, especially for scourges like the King of Taishan and the King of Wuguan.
To become stronger, not to be peerlessly powerful, but merely to protect oneself is enough.
To uphold righteousness, not to establish virtue in heaven and earth, but merely to have a clear conscience.