Chapter 836 -601 Bald_4 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂 Murong Caiyun solidified the spell, aiming to pursue victory and seize the opportunity to slaughter the Sin Cultivator. But the spell was ultimately too slow by a step, merely scratching his arm without stopping the Sin Cultivator. The Sin Cultivator looked back, glared at Murong Caiyun venomously, and cursed viciously, “Bitch!” He memorized these individuals and, activating his movement technique, planned to slip away, recover somewhere, then return to find trouble for these Sect Disciples. But as he took a step, he felt a chill at the bottom of his heart. ... It seemed someone had set their sights on him. Before he could think further, a pale blue water light appeared out of nowhere, forming a cage and imprisoning him securely! At the same time, a suffocating sensation of “drowning” overwhelmed him. The Sin Cultivator couldn’t move; he felt stifled and nauseous, and his face turned pale with alarm. What kind of spell was this?! Meanwhile, Shangguan Xu and Murong Caiyun were also momentarily stunned, but realizing the fleeting nature of combat, they quickly regained their composure and seized the opportunity. Shangguan Xu’s sword movement swept across, blocking several Sin Cultivators who were trying to come to aid. Murong Caiyun, with a flick of her delicate hand, formed a spell, constructing a brighter Five-colored Spirit Light spell. Trapped by the Water Prison Technique, the Sin Cultivator struggled repeatedly and finally broke free. He had a Mid-Stage Foundation Establishment cultivation, while Mo Hua was only at the Initial Stage Foundation Establishment and had weaker Spiritual Roots and less Spiritual Power; his spells, although fast, were slightly less effective. But the few breaths of time he was trapped by the Water Prison Technique had been enough. Just as the Sin Cultivator broke free from the Water Prison and looked up, a Spirit Light, carelessly appearing, pierced through his chest. Although not fatal, it inflicted severe injuries. Ouyang Feng, on the side, tangled with the Sin Cultivator Bald Eagle. Hua Qianqian, with a delicate heart, watching the battle from the sidelines, took the opportunity to throw two Spirit Needles, hitting the Sin Cultivator’s Heart Meridian. In just a few moments, the Sin Cultivator, trapped by the Water Prison Technique, pierced by the Five Elements Spirit Light, and struck by the Hundred Flowers Spirit Needle, had no escape and died on the spot. This turn of events occurred in an instant, drastically changing the situation. Four against four. And one Mo Hua concealed in the shadows, watching intently. One in the Initial Stage Foundation Establishment and one in the Mid-Stage Foundation Establishment, two Sin Cultivators died. The expression on Bald Eagle’s face lost its composure. With a cold and ominous glare, he scanned the surroundings and spoke chillingly, “Which coward dares to ambush?” Ouyang Feng’s expression showed surprise. Murong Caiyun and the others came to the realization but were shocked inside. It was Mo Hua… They hadn’t expected that Mo Hua, this “Junior Formation Master,” would know such a tricky and peculiar spell, deploying it so quickly and seizing the timing so precisely. Most importantly, he was very skilled… As if he often engaged in such activities… There were no echoes around. Bald Eagle’s gaze, dark and sweeping everywhere, kept scanning with his Divine Sense. In the current situation, this sly attacker, no matter who they were or their level of cultivation, was inevitably a hidden danger. Ouyang Feng, fearing Bald Eagle might discover where Mo Hua was hiding, abruptly hardened his gaze and intensified his Sword Qi, accelerating his attacks and declared sternly, “Scum, prepare to die!” Bald Eagle frowned and clicked his tongue in slight anger but had to gather his spirits to handle Ouyang Feng. Murong Caiyun and the others, realizing the rare opportunity, also went all out, holding nothing back, planning to eliminate the remaining Sin Cultivators before collectively attacking the leading Bald Eagle. Mo Hua was much more at ease; he lay in the grass, humming a tune, watching the fight, and then, seizing the opportunity, used the Water Prison Technique to control the enemy. When he made a move, it was certain that a Sin Cultivator would be hit. Another move, and a Sin Cultivator would lose their life. Murong Caiyun and the others, standout disciples of their Sect, wouldn’t miss such an opportunity. After deploying six or seven Water Prison Techniques, among the Sin Cultivators present, the dead were dead, the severely wounded were severely wounded, only Bald Eagle was still struggling. Now he began to panic, shouting angrily, “Cowardly curs, what kind of skill is it to harm someone with secret arrows?” Mo Hua initially did not want to engage with him, planning to “coldly” kill him or leave him severely injured and on the verge of death before stepping forward to speak, hoping to perhaps “anger” him to death. But as he watched, Mo Hua realized something was amiss with the Bald Eagle. He simply revealed himself, walked forward, and stood next to Senior Sister Murong. Upon seeing Mo Hua, the Bald Eagle’s expression shook. He hadn’t expected the one who had been hiding in the dark, using sinister spells to kill his brethren, to be a little brat still carrying traces of youth on his face! However, the next moment, his eyes reddened, and he stared fixedly at Mo Hua. These mid-stage Foundation Establishment sect disciples were not easy to deal with, and he could seek revenge later. But this low-cultivation, cunning little ghost must die here today! He must be torn to pieces to quell the hatred in his heart! The Bald Eagle’s eyes were filled with murderous intent. Ouyang Feng noticed the murderous look in the Bald Eagle’s eyes and his gaze darkened. Murong Caiyun also furrowed her brows, worriedly saying, “Why have you come out?” Mo Hua pointed at the Bald Eagle and declared firmly, “He has a problem!” Everyone was stunned. Murong Caiyun couldn’t help asking, “What’s wrong with him?” “His head has a problem!” Mo Hua asserted confidently. “Head… what’s the problem…” With a crisp voice and self-assured manner, Mo Hua said, “He is bald!” The atmosphere instantly tensed up. All the cultivators present were also dumbstruck. Murong Caiyun and the others didn’t know what to say for a moment… Seething with rage, not only were the Bald Eagle’s eyes bloodshot, but his face also turned red with anger. Yet at the same time, feeling slightly vulnerable as if his secret was discovered, he turned around and attempted to flee. Seeing this, Ouyang Feng immediately intervened and blocked him. But Mo Hua shouted, “Shave off his hair!” The Bald Eagle furious, yelled, “You little brat, you!” But he couldn’t finish his sentence as Ouyang Feng’s sword moves interrupted him. Ouyang Feng felt somewhat helpless, but subconsciously did as Mo Hua suggested. The Yellow Maple Longsword in his hand, sharp with Sword Qi, aimed blow after blow at the Bald Eagle’s hair. The Bald Eagle furiously struggled, awkwardly defending, but his moves were somewhat odd. Ignoring minor injuries and dodging deadly Sword Qi, he stubbornly protected his scalp. It seemed he would go to any lengths to keep his hair intact. Even if his body was injured, even if his skin split and flesh burst, not a single hair could fall! After a brief struggle, Shangguan Xu also joined to assist. He wielded a Giant Sword, and if he really started shaving, each swing would take off a large swath. The Bald Eagle panicked, fighting while retreating, thinking of leaving, but Mo Hua was still there, pointing a finger as the Water Prison Technique emerged, restraining him in place. Finally, after dozens of rounds, Murong Caiyun could no longer bear to watch and took the opportunity to condense a Five-colored Spirit Light, pointing her delicate hand, the Spirit Light shot out, hitting the Bald Eagle who was left and right blocked, unable to dodge, making him stagger. Shangguan Xu, quick to act, swung his Giant Sword at the Bald Eagle’s neck. In a life-threatening moment, the Bald Eagle had no choice but to duck his head to dodge the sword. Though his neck was saved, his hair was not; a large chunk was shaved off directly. The remaining “wig” also fell off by itself, revealing a bald head. Mo Hua’s eyes brightened, and he nodded confidently. As he had expected, this middle-aged cultivator was indeed bald! Moreover, not just ordinarily bald. On his bald head, as with “tattoos”, were drawn various patterns. Mo Hua squinted and thought to himself, just as expected. What was patterned on the Bald Eagle’s bald head was indeed a Formation, and moreover, its Formation Patterns were extremely special, carved with eagle claws and eyes, resembling Beast Patterns. Elder Master Xun had once said, Beasts, akin to monsters. Such formations were passed down through generations by those Savage tribe cultivators in the lands south of Nine State, across the Barbaric Wilderness… The Four Symbols Monster Pattern Formation!