The surroundings were deathly silent.
Everyone was shocked and speechless.
They hadn't expected that Elder Duan of the Canglang Sect, at the Foundation Establishment Realm, would be killed almost in the blink of an eye by the young and innocent-seeming Mo Hua, with a fireball through his chest.
What terrifying cultivation!
What frightful fireball!
Who exactly is this young man…?
Elder Sun of the Canglang Sect, who hadn't made a move, looked at Mo Hua with caution and asked in a deep voice:
"Who exactly are you, sir?"
Mo Hua answered, "I'm just a passing, kind cultivator."
Elder Sun's gaze turned cold, silently cursing Mo Hua's cunning, but he dared not act rashly due to the fear of Mo Hua's fireball.
He didn't even dare to blame Mo Hua for Elder Duan's death.
He was afraid that if he did, this young cultivator would harbor ill intentions and think of "killing to silence witnesses."
