Words are powerless.
Only with a sword in hand can one have the power to speak.
The sharper the sword in hand, the more confident one is to speak.
Now, the surroundings of the cave are filled with Killing Formations set by Mo Hua, giving him more confidence to speak.
"Come out."
Mo Hua said indifferently.
The person inside the cave, unaware of what exactly Mo Hua had set up outside, could faintly feel a sense of killing intent, along with a pressing sense of oppression.
"Taoist friend, to tell you the truth, I am seriously injured, my legs are not convenient, it really is not easy for me to come out..."
"If you don't mind, perhaps you could come into the cave for a chat?"
Mo Hua scoffed coldly in his heart.
He definitely wouldn't go in.
This person's background is unclear, the dangers inside the cave are unknown, only a fool would rashly enter.
"I won't go in, you come out."
Mo Hua said firmly.
