Chapter 1103 -681: Take it Back (Thank You Boss Kuan Luan Ye Wei Yang for the Alliance Leader~)_2 Chapter 1103 -681: Take it Back (Thank You Boss Kuan Luan Ye Wei Yang for the Alliance Leader~)_2 Surging flames erupted suddenly, engulfing the two men and Crossing River Dragon who was being escorted. Mo Hua remembered that Crossing River Dragon had consumed a Pill given by Mr. Jin, and his injuries had somewhat recovered, posing a hidden threat. Thus, the Formation blasted him along with it. After the explosion of the Formation, Cheng Mo and a few others who were ambushed from afar immediately activated their movement techniques and rushed over. Their faces covered with black cloth, they struck simultaneously with guns, clubs, swords, and axes aiming at the two disciples from Sever Gold Sect and Crossing River Dragon, beating them fiercely. Mo Hua appropriately supplemented a few Spells from the side. In about a quarter of an hour, the three were subdued. The two Sever Gold Sect disciples had bruised and swollen faces, filled with panic. Crossing River Dragon spat out fresh blood, finding it even more unbelievable. They had no idea what just happened. All they knew was that as they were walking along, the Formation suddenly exploded, and then they were besieged and subdued out of nowhere. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦 One Sever Gold Sect disciple lifted his head, looking through swollen, bleeding eyes at Cheng Mo and others. Seeing them with black cloth covering their faces, the disciple exclaimed angrily: “Who are you…? We are from the Sever…” Yang Qianjun stuffed his mouth with a rope to keep him from shouting. The other Sever Gold Sect disciple, with a swollen left eye but a clear right, struggled to peer through the darkness. Though he couldn’t see the attackers’ faces under the black cloth, he could make out a pair of large axes, a Spirit Sword, and a long spear. In that instant, he understood. “You… you are!” Those damn little miscreants from Taixu Gate! But before he could finish speaking, Hao Xuan struck him on the head with a club, knocking him unconscious, then moved to the other Sever Gold Sect disciple and did the same. This was the order from Junior Brother. The strike with a club had to be crisp, thorough, and leave no room for resistance. Hao Xuan took note. Thus, on the dimly lit path at night, only Crossing River Dragon remained. By this time, he also recognized that these masked Cultivators were the same detestable Sect youngsters who had ambushed him earlier! This also further confirmed his previous suspicions. Setting a net trap, controlling enemies with Formations, measured advancements and retreats, and pressing step by step. Now, taking advantage of the night, they even made a surprise counter-attack. Such feats couldn’t possibly be executed by these youngsters alone; there must be someone plotting from the shadows. Blood tinged the corners of Crossing River Dragon’s mouth as he gritted his teeth and asked: “Who exactly is orchestrating you?” Cheng Mo and others remained silent, surrounding Crossing River Dragon with black cloth masks like four “bandits.” After a while, footsteps sounded on the silent path. The person manipulating from the shadows arrived! Crossing River Dragon’s heart missed a beat as he looked up, but saw no one. Confused, his pupils suddenly constricted. Where there was previously no one, a figure suddenly appeared. “A child?” “No, not!” This figure did not look very substantial, appearing somewhat frail, with a face obscured in darkness and merging with the night. It looked like a little cultivator, but brought a strange, oppressive feeling through Divine Sense, almost like a young… Demon Monster. Crossing River Dragon knew, and had seen with his own eyes, that there are some “people” in this world who can’t really be considered “human.” They carry terrifying things within them… A shiver ran through Crossing River Dragon’s core. This person also wore black cloth over their head, making it impossible to see their face. Even Crossing River Dragon wasn’t sure if the face hidden under the black cloth was human or bore the features of another Demon Monster… Because a being as cunning as a demon couldn’t possibly be a mere little cultivator. Then Crossing River Dragon discovered that this entity that looked like a “person” was observing him with a cold Divine Sense… Feeling incredibly uneasy, after a moment, he heard a childlike yet slightly cruel voice say: “Cut off his hands and legs, take him away…” Crossing River Dragon’s pupils dilated, and he attempted to struggle, only to feel intense pain suddenly surging from his limbs as if they were truly being severed. Then another blow to the back of his head, and he completely lost consciousness. Cheng Mo touched his chin, somewhat uncertain, and asked Mo Hua: “Is this… a bit too cruel?” Mo Hua sternly replied: “Being kind to the wicked is the real cruelty! So when dealing with the wicked, one must be resolute and harsh!” Cheng Mo thought about it and nodded, saying: “You’re right.” Situ Jian and others pondered for a moment and also nodded agreement, realizing this might be wisdom that Mo Hua had learned from his uncle, a Supervisor at the Taoist Court. The Taoist Court deals with Sin Cultivators daily, rich in experience, and if they all acted this way, it was likely correct. With the matter concluded and Crossing River Dragon secured. Cheng Mo and others dumped the two Sever Gold Sect disciples into some bushes. Though injured and dazed, they were not fatally wounded and would awaken after a while. Then the group prepared to take “Crossing River Dragon” to the Taoist Court to claim their reward. Mo Hua had initially planned to make Crossing River Dragon kneel on his “Formation iron board” to see if they could extract some information. But after thinking it over, he decided against it. Mr. Jin had repeatedly cautioned, instructing Crossing River Dragon to keep his mouth shut before anyone, and even if tortured, it was unlikely that they could pry his mouth open. There was even a chance that it could provoke him to suicide. Crossing River Dragon was listed by name. And on that list of Cultivators, some had died, some had fled, and not many were left.