Earlier, Mo Lian's apparition had counterattacked with a punch. This had injured his heart vessels and instantly sent him flying.
However, he was extremely glad that this had slowed his return. If not, he would probably have ended up like those two slightly weaker level-15 great mystic cultivators, dying under the Tianji Treasure Blueprint's indiscriminate area-of-effect attack.
Now, though!
Hong Jinchuan cackled wickedly and looked down in contempt at Qiao Mu, who had collapsed to the ground and was unable to move at all.
"D*mn girl, I'm giving you one last chance." Hong Jinchuan forced out each word from between his teeth. "Tell me the whereabouts of the sacred water, and I'll spare your lowly life."
"Hong Jinchuan, you can take the sacred water, but the Tianji Treasure Blueprint is now mine!" All of a sudden, one of the three great mystic cultivators quickly lunged at the Tianji Treasure Blueprint and grabbed at the paper fragment.
