Elder Song was certainly afraid. Zhang Quan didn’t understand, but he did. This kid looked young and still had an air of immaturity on his face, but his Divine Thought was solid, his aura was profound, and he could manifest spells and Manifesting Formations... This was clearly a legacy of Divine Thought from some Great Clan or Noble Clan. Moreover, he had lain in ambush beforehand, using Formation for surprise attacks, spells that could both trap and kill opponents. Obviously seasoned in countless battles, and rich in experience. Not to mention that they had been ambushed, two had died, one was crippled, and the remainder, including himself and Zhang Quan, were heavily injured and greatly weakened. Even if they had all been unscathed, with their full strength, facing this young Cultivator, it was more likely they would lose than win. He didn’t know until now what other cards this kid had up his sleeve. Elder Song was anxious in his heart: Run! We must run! Not running would be a complete "send-off." As for Zhang Quan, he was a junior. It was only right for him to be the vanguard for his elders, even to the point of sacrificing himself. This was also a manifestation of his "filial piety." Under Zhang Quan’s incredulous gaze, Elder Song’s figure hunched and fled in panic, completely lacking the dignity of a prior generation elder. Just as Elder Song reached the edge of Mo Hua’s Sea of Consciousness, about to escape... Mo Hua pointed with her finger, executing the Water Prison Technique. The blue filaments, like flowing water, formed into a prison, binding Elder Song in place. Elder Song’s eyes widened. Such a fast spell! His turbid eyes shifted, his stature shrank, shedding skin and bones like a bamboo shoot peeling off its outer layers, slipping out of the binds of the Water Prison Technique. Mo Hua showed a slight look of surprise. Indeed, as a renowned elder of the Zhang Family, he had some skills. Mo Hua pointed again, and the Water Prison Technique surged to life, entangling Elder Song once more. Elder Song was trapped yet again and cursed inwardly: "What the hell is this spell?" "The spell doesn’t focus on killing but on control." "How could there be a Cultivator in this world who specializes in such disgusting spells?" Elder Song shed his skin and bones again, becoming even shorter, and escaped once more. Mo Hua’s little hand still pointed unremarkably forward, once again forming the Water Prison Technique, trapping the now smaller Elder Song. At the same time, beneath Elder Song’s feet, golden Formation Patterns began to appear. In a few moments, they solidified into a Golden Lock Formation, the golden light flared intensely, with chains upon chains of the Golden Lock binding Elder Song tight. The path to freedom was right before his eyes. Just a few more steps, and he would have been able to escape. Then, he could report back to the ancestor, gather the Zhang Family’s past elders, storm in together, slaughter this kid, and tear him apart! But it was these few steps that Elder Song found he couldn’t take. It seemed no matter how hard he struggled, no matter how much force he exerted, he could not escape the control of this child’s fingers. Elder Song was furious to the extreme and stopped trying to flee. His body swelled, his face turned ghastly with fangs, and his white eyes reddened and filled with blood. "Good! Kid, you’ve gone too far! Today, it’s either you or me!" Elder Song’s aura surged. Mo Hua also became serious seeing this. This Elder Song must be someone of high standing in the Zhang Family, with old credentials. Mo Hua wanted to see what kind of moves Elder Song still had up his sleeve... The battle was about to erupt... After the time it would take to drink a cup of tea. Mo Hua looked at Elder Song lying on the ground, his face bruised and swollen, his breath faint, and was speechless... You didn’t have much of a trick up your sleeve, did you? From beginning to end, she had overwhelmed Elder Song with spells and Formation, hammering him between attacks, and further controlling him with the Water Prison Technique and Golden Lock Formation. Elder Song took a few steps, got trapped, then Mo Hua targeted him for the attack. After a few more steps, he was imprisoned again and continued to be bombarded by spells. He didn’t even make it close to Mo Hua before being beaten down to lie on the ground, gasping for breath... And to think that he had earlier shown such a determined "fight to the death" attitude. Mo Hua, in disbelief, couldn’t help but say to Elder Song lying on the ground: "I had too high an opinion of you; you’re so weak..." The Elder Song lying on the ground spewed out a mouthful of fresh blood. He felt extremely frustrated. It wasn’t that he was weak, but that he simply had no opportunity to use his strength. Controlled the whole way, unable to get close, without even a chance to strike, unable to use even a tenth of his strength—anyone in his place would be decimated. Five "zombies" from the Zhang Family had come in. Two had vanished into smoke, one was maimed, and now both Zhang Quan and Elder Song were lying on the ground... Zhang Quan saw Elder Song, a previous generation elder of the Zhang Family, being tied up and beaten without the power to resist, and his face turned utterly pale. Only then did he truly grasp the disparity between himself and Mo Hua. On the outside, Mo Hua was merely cunning and difficult. But inside the Sea of Consciousness, Mo Hua was downright terrifying! How had their Zhang Family antagonized this "little ancestor"? After being bombarded by Earth Fire Formation and Fireball Technique, Elder Song was terribly battered and also felt his Taoist Foundation’s energy slipping away, both desperately and angrily he said: "Taoist Friend, what exactly do you intend to do?" Mo Hua hummed with a slight smile, "What you intend to do, I intend to do." Elder Song blanched, then his face changed drastically: This little devil, does it intend to devour him?! Elder Song’s mind raced, he hastily said: "Taoist Friend, you cultivate a Righteous Dao Technique, follow the genuine path. We, on the other hand, are evildoers, ghostly thoughts. Listen to this old man’s advice, if you ’consume’ us, it will taint your Taoist Heart, it will ruin your Taoist Foundation, it could greatly disturb your nature—you mustn’t eat us!" "No, I won’t..." Mo Hua laughed. In that smile, there was innocence laced with a hint of malevolence. No? Why not? Zhang Quan thought harder, and a chill ran through him. He exclaimed in horror: "The missing ancestors of the Zhang Family, were they all...’consumed’ by you?!"