Chapter 2594: Chapter 51: Crimson Sun (Part 3)

The tall young man lowered his head, not daring to look at Mo Hua again.

Da’hu didn’t care about anything else, carried Mo Hua, dashed through the canyon, then leaped forward, running as if on flat ground, crossing the cliff, and fleeing into the distance.

Mo Hua looked back, but could only see the tall young man’s back.

He just kept his back to Mo Hua.

The burly figure cast a large shadow under the cold moonlight.

He never turned around to look at Mo Hua again...

And as Da’hu galloped away, that once very familiar, yet now very unfamiliar silhouette gradually disappeared from Mo Hua’s sight...

...

After Mo Hua and Da’hu left.

The tall young man still stood alone on the spot.

A few other Great Wilderness Sect prodigies arrived, but they could no longer see the figures of Mo Hua and Da’hu, so they questioned the tall young man:

"Meng Bohu, why let go?"

"The Young Master’s orders, even if it costs your life, you must comply."

"Just now, even if it meant losing your life, you should have held onto that tiger and killed that damned boy on its back."

The tall young man known as "Meng Bohu" had slightly reddened eyes, but then forcefully suppressed it.

Yet the other prodigies continued to chatter non-stop.

"You come from a humble background, it was the Young Master’s favor that gave you opportunities."

"The name Meng Bohu was also bestowed by the Young Master."

"With such great grace and virtue, you should be willing to die in return."

"But what have you just done? Are you afraid of death?"

"Speak up? Why aren’t you speaking?"

"Are you mute?"

"Truly, a loose cultivator’s bloodline is lowly, no matter how the Young Master elevates you, you’re still a crude..."

Bang —

A dull sound erupted, accompanied by a spray of fresh blood.

The speaking Great Wilderness Sect prodigy looked down in shock, only to find his chest already pierced by an iron-like fist.

He looked up and saw "Meng Bohu’s" scarred face, with blood-red eyes.

Tyrannical strength vibrated through the fist, tearing and destroying the internal organs.

This Great Wilderness Sect prodigy felt the pain, tried to resist, but as he raised his head, Meng Bohu twisted his neck with his left hand, killing him instantly.

The entire audience was greatly surprised.

"Meng Bohu, are you crazy?!"

"You even dare to kill the Hu family’s prodigy? What is your crime!"

Among the ten prodigies, another disciple of the Hu family immediately drew a golden knife, and rebuked coldly:

"Those of humble birth are indeed ungrateful bastards, today I will tear you to pieces and make you pay for my cousin’s life!"

He immediately wielded the golden knife and fought with Meng Bohu.

Only upon clashing did he realize in horror that he was no match for this Meng Bohu, who was considered lowly-born and poorly reputed in the sect, a predator like a wolf or hyena.

In less than a hundred rounds, Meng Bohu twisted off his head.

The remaining people were both shocked and fearful, quickly drawing spiritual artifacts or magic treasure embryos, "Let’s join forces and kill this beast!"

But having killed two people, Meng Bohu’s ferocity was already triggered, his eyes blood-red, full of brutality.

Savage strength coursed through his body, causing his muscles to twist and swell irregularly.

No one knew what cultivation technique he practiced, but the strength in his body was terrifyingly tyrannical.

Fighting against three, he showed no signs of weakness.

Moreover, the more he fought, the fiercer he became, the more brutal, the bloodier. Ignoring the swords, knives, punches, and kicks hitting him, he appeared mad, but each strike aimed to kill.

A few Great Wilderness Sect prodigies, intimidated by such a reckless and brutal fighting style, were filled with fear.

Once fear arose, vulnerabilities were exposed.

Before long, they too were all heart-excavated, beheaded, and died at Meng Bohu’s hands.

Thus, of the ten Great Wilderness Sect prodigies, besides Meng Bohu, only four remained.

Meng Bohu, covered in blood, turned his head to look at these four.

The four were immediately terrified, all said: "Senior Brother Meng, we... will not oppose Senior Brother Meng."

Tyrannical strength still coursed within.

Meng Bohu’s face twisted, slowly said: "Tonight’s events..."

One of the Great Wilderness Sect prodigies hurriedly said: "We know nothing..."

The blood-red in Meng Bohu’s eyes gradually faded, he pointed at them, then at the corpses on the ground:

"Each person, stab a knife into these corpses, and swear a Heavenly Dao oath, ensuring you say nothing of tonight’s events."

The remaining four Great Wilderness Sect prodigies, intimidated by Meng Bohu’s cruelty, could only draw their knives, stabbing the already dead comrades once each.

This way, even if they reported this, they couldn’t explain these knife marks.

After doing all this, Meng Bohu ordered the group to throw the four prodigies’ bodies off the cliff, then instructed:

"Forget all this, return and report."

"Say we got separated, encountered Taoist soldiers, had a skirmish."

"We didn’t see the tiger, nor do we know where these comrades are."

The remaining four had pale faces, clasped their hands and said: "Yes, Senior Brother Meng."

Meng Bohu nodded, "Go."

The group left one by one.

Meng Bohu walked at the end, unable to resist looking back towards where Mo Hua had gone before leaving.

A moment of nostalgia and sorrow showed on his violent face, then gradually turned cold, as if he had lost all feelings.

...

On the other side, Mo Hua was still escaping.

The matter of Da’hu weighed on his mind, but there was no time for detailed thoughts, as he had to deal with a more difficult situation.

He was still being pursued.

He was chased down within the Great Wilderness Sect’s territory before.

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