Chapter 1059: Chapter 668: Counterkill Chapter 1059 -668: Counterkill Mo Hua looked puzzled. “Sacrifice?” “What sacrifice?” “Who is the sacrifice?” Mo Hua lifted his eyelids and looked forward. Was the “sacrifice” referring to this black-clothed leader, or was it referring to… the third, wicked eye on his forehead? As Mo Hua’s gaze shifted to that wicked eye, it trembled violently, rolling ceaselessly, and at the same time, a voice like that of Divine Thought, piercingly sharp, rang out: “Kill!” “Kill him!” “Kill him!” Mo Hua was taken aback. The black-clothed leader also showed a look of terror. Ever since the Divine Lord’s Eye took residence within him, he had never encountered such an urgent and irascible, nearly uncontrollable situation. Why would such a modestly hidden cultivator make the “Divine Eye” so nervous, even revealing a trace of… Dread? The command of the Divine Lord cannot be defied. The black-clothed leader raised his sword but he did not target Mo Hua first. Instead, he planned to kill Cheng Mo and the other four people, who were covered by the blood eyes, unstable in their Taoist Heart, and unable to resist. They had seen the Divine Lord’s Eye; they must die. They had killed more than ten of his brothers; they also must die. Killing intent surged within the black-clothed leader. Mo Hua immediately perceived it, his gaze becoming grave, and he started forming hand seals, intending to use the Water Prison Technique to block him. But before either could move, the wicked eye trembled violently again. It was bloodshot, staring intently at Mo Hua, as the voice of the Divine Thought became even more hoarse and sharp: “Forget the other livestock!” “Kill him!” “Kill him!” “Kill him!!!” Even blood seeped from above the wicked eye. The black-clothed leader’s face twisted in agony as the flesh and blood on his forehead quivered. He hesitated no longer and pointed his spirit sword enveloped in Demonic Qi towards Mo Hua while grating his teeth: “By Divine Lord’s command, I shall kill this brat right now!” Mo Hua’s expression was not one of fear, but one of slight astonishment. After a moment, his eyes lit up, revealing a hint of realization. “Divine Lord…” “At last, I’ve caught your tail…” Mo Hua’s lips curled into a slight smile, then his expression turned serious and he said arrogantly: “Want to kill me? With your power?” The black-clothed leader frowned. Mo Hua’s gaze turned cold, with two fingers joined like a sword, a fierce and unruly aura began to rise from him. “You mere Demon Path rabble, I’ll let you witness the power of my fire spells!” The black-clothed leader was intimidated by Mo Hua’s aura, and his heart sank. Appearances can be deceiving. This youngster, young as he was, held such astonishing aura; he must have some powerful methods at his disposal. And… The fact that the Divine Lord’s Eye was so wary surely indicated something was amiss. One should not underestimate him because of his youth. The black-clothed leader gripped the spirit sword firmly, stirred the Demonic Qi, and went on full alert. Mo Hua looked arrogant, his fingers suddenly thrust forward and a hint of killing intent appeared in his eyes. “Meteor Fire Forbidden Art!” Forbidden Art?! The black-clothed leader, upon hearing the words, was greatly shaken and immediately rallied all the Demonic Qi to protect himself. But moments later, there was no sign of an onslaught from a powerful spell. Looking down, the black-clothed leader saw a light blue water glow on his body, and water-shaped lock chains bound him tightly in place. It was not some Fire Forbidden Skill at all but a Water System Binding Skill! He looked up again to see the youngster already dashing away into the distance, leaving him with a view of a slippery little figure… The black-clothed leader stood still for a moment, a fury rose in his heart, trembling all over. “This damned… little bastard!” The Divine Lord’s Eye was before him, in such a grave moment, and he was… making a fool out of him?! It was just… despicable and utterly shameless!! “I will tear you to pieces!” The black-clothed leader’s eyes were bloodshot, he muttered through clenched teeth. With a swing of his sword, Demonic Qi surged, shattering all the Water Prison chains binding him, and he set off to chase after Mo Hua. As he took a step, he turned to see Cheng Mo and the others. He thought to kill them quickly first. But along the way, Mo Hua, surrounded by a water glow, sped up his movement techniques even further. If he did not pursue now and delayed any longer, the youngster could have escaped to who knows where… The black-clothed leader cursed, wrapped in Demonic Qi that transformed into a streak of black light, leaping in pursuit towards Mo Hua. He feared Mo Hua might escape. He also feared Mo Hua might rendezvous with the Hawk Dogs of the Taoist Court. If so, he would fail to kill Mo Hua thus, contradicting the Divine Lord’s command and facing a terrible “Divine Punishment.” The black-clothed leader felt fear in his heart and couldn’t help but tremble. So, the youngster must die! … Deep in the mountain forest at night. Two figures, one in front of the other, one fleeing, the other pursuing. The black-clothed leader chased for a while and breathed a slight sigh of relief. This youngster was running in the opposite direction from where the Taoist Court cultivators were… He guessed that the youngster’s Divine Sense was weak, his range of perception limited, hence he couldn’t detect the distant reinforcements and was running around in panic in the mountains… This gave him an opportunity. Without the Taoist Court’s dogs in the way, everything was easy. Once he caught up, he could kill him! Just a Foundation Establishment Early Stage youngster, with weak Blood Qi and Spiritual Power, who only knew some disgusting spells and liked to hide in the shadows to ambush… Now that he had opened the “Divine Eye” and received the Divine Lord’s blessing, he could see through his stealth. He would be without a place to hide. Besides some disgusting spells and insidious methods as long as one was cautious, there shouldn’t be a problem. “This youngster can’t escape even if he had wings!” The black-clothed leader sneered coldly, speeding up his movement techniques, chasing after Mo Hua. Mo Hua’s figure seemed frantic, as if fearing that he would be caught, running recklessly forward, even appearing somewhat “panic-stricken.”