The gray-haired old man, Tang Ningxiang, Bai Zhi, as well as many bodyguards and the Tang family were all stunned on the spot, unable to recover for a long time.
"This proves it, but unfortunately, now that your brother is dead, there is no need for you to take action at the same time."
Mo Hai's voice sounded again, still without any ripples, just like killing a Fusion Realm monk, for him, it was as easy as trampling to death an ant.
The remaining lean and white-faced middle-aged man, as well as the bandits from the Ghost Domain Bandit Group, looked horrified. They were not fools. The people Mo Hai killed were not ordinary people, but early-level Fusion Realm monks.
"Who are you, Your Excellency?
Do you really want to become an enemy of our Ghostland Bandit Group?"
The lean and white-faced middle-aged man asked, if he guessed correctly, the opponent's cultivation level has most likely reached the Mahayana realm, and only the Mahayana realm can casually kill the first-level Fusion realm with every move.
Although the lean and white-faced middle-aged man was very angry when his brother was killed, he didn't want to fight Mo Hai at all because he was no match for him.
"So what if we become enemies of your Ghostland bandits?"
Mo Hai asked back.
"Our boss is a Mahayana monk. I see that you are also a Mahayana monk, so you should give our Ghost Domain bandit group some face, so that we don't offend each other."
The lean, white-faced middle-aged man said.
"Your face is worthless to me. Well, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. It's really troublesome to disturb people's peace."
Mo Hai said nonchalantly, with some loss of interest. It was obvious that these bandits were not worth mentioning in Mo Hai's eyes.
A white light flashed again. The lean, white-faced middle-aged man shrank his eyes and retreated quickly, but it was too late. The defensive magic weapon was cut in half by the white light. Then, like his brother, his head fell to the ground, blood spraying out.
When the remaining bandits saw that their leaders were dead, they immediately dispersed.
"I'll leave the rest of the bandits to you to deal with."
The white light flew back to Mo Hai's carriage, and Mo Hai's voice came out.
Only then did the gray-haired old man react, and he had no time to be shocked. He quickly called on other bodyguards to chase down the robbers.
None of the remaining bandits had reached the Fusion Realm. Faced with the gray-haired old man's pursuit, they suffered heavy casualties.
After a lot of killing, the gray-haired old man returned home with his bodyguards. While killing the robbers, he also took away the treasures on their bodies. However, they did not intend to keep them for themselves, but sent them to Mo Hai's carriage one after another.
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"Young Master, I was blind and neglected you just now. If it weren't for Young Master's intervention this time, we would have been completely wiped out. These are the white-faced judge brothers and the things on those robbers. Young Master accepts them with pleasure."
The gray-haired old man said humbly that he was now in awe of Mo Hai from the bottom of his heart. Mo Hai's cultivation made him feel what it means to be strong. Killing people in the combined state was as easy as chopping vegetables and melons. I'm afraid Mo Hai's cultivation
Because, even in the Mahayana realm, he is considered powerful.
Facing the Mahayana monks, how dare the gray-haired old man be disrespectful?
"Keep these things for yourself, I won't need them."
Mo Hai said that Mo Hai really didn't like the things in the hands of these bandits. It was estimated that Mo Hai would only accept the things belonging to the boss of the Ghost Domain Bandit Group.
"This...this is not good."
The gray-haired old man was a little surprised.
"I really don't have any use for it. Killing them is just casual for me. You have also contributed. You should divide these trophies among yourselves."
Mo Hai would give these things to the gray-haired old man because the gray-haired old man's performance just now made Mo Hai appreciate that he did not shrink back in the face of a powerful enemy. Not everyone can do this.
The gray-haired old man was a little flattered, and at the same time he admired Mo Hai even more. An expert is an expert, and he didn't even want so many trophies.
"By the way, sir, when we were chasing the remnants of the Ghostland Bandits just now, one of them ran away. He must have gone back to report the situation. We'd better leave here overnight."
The gray-haired old man said.
"Don't worry, you guys should take a rest first. If they come again, they will kill them again."
Mo Hai said casually.
Since Mo Hai said this, the gray-haired old man couldn't say much. Instead of rushing to distribute the spoils, he gathered them away and prepared to distribute them later.
"Everyone, take the time to rest and replenish your strength. Maybe we will have a fierce battle in a while."
The gray-haired old man said loudly that he was quite confident now. With Mo Hai here, there was no need to be afraid even if the boss of the Ghost Bandit Group came.
Tang Ningxiang and maid Bai Zhi stood in the distance, watching from a distance. The little maid Bai Zhi's mouth had not been closed since Mo Hai killed the two brothers, the white-faced judge.
"Bai Zhi, it seems we have misunderstood the young master."
Tang Ningxiang said.
"Then what should we do?
Miss, I just glared at him several times, will he hold a grudge against me?"
Bai Zhi became a little scared.
"I think the young master doesn't mean to care. Come on, come with me to apologize to the young master."
Tang Ningxiang thought for a while, then made a decision and said seriously.