Twelve miles away, another mountain pass.
The surrounding seven or eight bandits were burned and slaughtered completely.
Their chests either blackened or bodies drained of blood, or corpses burnt to a crisp...
Mo Hua stood among the multitude of corpses, looking down at his jade-like pale hand, unable to suppress a frown and a sigh:
"Why can't I... control my hand?"
Promised not to break the vow of restraint, yet before an hour had passed, upon reaching this pass and seeing these bandits who robbed and plundered, hearing their vile words, my anger surged, and once again I couldn't hold back using the Fireball Technique to eliminate them thoroughly.
My chest felt relieved.
But the killing intent inside grew more profound.
Mo Hua could even sense a strand of Evil Qi already entwined into his Sea of Consciousness, taking root in his Divine Soul.
This made him easily overwhelmed by thoughts of killing.
Whenever encountering someone deserving death, he just wanted them dead.
