The average Formation genius can't even touch the edges of these wonders.
For the first time in his life, Mr. Tu felt "fear" towards a Foundation Building Cultivator.
This monster-like talent imposed an indescribable immense pressure on Mr. Tu, prompting the instinctive thought, "This child must not be left alive, or my life will end."
If such a monster were truly allowed to grow, with his cultivation rising and formations advancing by leaps and bounds, who else in this world could compete with him?
Who deserves to play with him?
Who can afford to play?
Mr. Tu gritted his teeth, cold sweat pouring.
And now, before Mr. Tu was just such a monster's remaining "exam question."
But Mr. Tu had no way out.
Under immense pressure, under the "fear" of Mo Hua's terrifying talent, he exerted all his efforts to remain calm, tackling one difficult problem after another left by Mo Hua.
But time was running out.
