Chapter 140: Breaking His Legs (Part III)
Chapter 140: Breaking His Legs (Part III)
The evil cultivator's pale right hand reached for Mo Hua's neck.
Everything had been going according to his plan.
He had feigned defeat, conserving his spiritual energy while waiting for an opportunity to strike when the Dao Court's lackeys let their guard down. He would then kill the two men and capture the girl to replenish his essence and restore his appearance.
Once he had fed on her, he would be able to recover his blood qi and spiritual energy, regaining his youthful and handsome appearance.
With that, he could easily deceive an innocent young girl, slowly draining her while finding temporary shelter to lay low for a while.
After the storm had passed, he would continue his carefree life.
If it weren't for this brat!
Talking about breaking his legs, destroying his meridians, and crushing his dantian...
His plan might have already succeeded if not for that.
When the Dao Court's cultivator tried to cripple him, he knew he couldn't just stand there and take it. Even with his exceptional means, having his meridians severed and his spiritual energy depleted would leave him helpless.
So, he had no choice but to take action first.
The two cultivators with knives were easy to deal with, but the one with the sword was a bit tricky.
He had originally thought it would be somewhat challenging, but he never expected it to be this difficult.
His usually reliable movement technique didn't give him the advantage he expected.
The swordsman hadn't been injured or bled, and his peculiar spiritual energy didn't seem to affect him either.
Moreover, he was already battered and bruised, at the end of his rope. If this dragged on, he would be finished.
Even if he escaped, lacking food and clothing in the vast Black Mountain, and without a female cultivator to replenish him, he would still meet his end.
Thus, he could only settle for the next best option—capture this brat and use him to threaten the swordsman, hoping to find a way out of this predicament.
The evil cultivator's hand reached for Mo Hua's neck.
In his eyes, this brat had absolutely nowhere to escape.
Not only was he just a child of ten years old, but even a late-stage Qi Refinement cultivator wouldn't be able to dodge if they were caught off guard...
But his hand grasped nothing but air.
Mo Hua seemed to have sensed it beforehand. He shrunk his neck, crouched, and rolled his small body to the side, ending up several meters away in an instant.
Leaving the evil cultivator standing there, looking foolish...
Zhang Lan breathed a sigh of relief as Mo Hua dodged the attack.
If Mo Hua had been caught, he really wouldn't have known what to do, and they all would've been doomed.
It would have ended with a few deaths, or perhaps everyone dying together.
Fortunately, Mo Hua was quick-witted.
In such a short time, he had sensed the danger and dodged it skillfully.
Zhang Lan's heart was still pounding, and he narrowed his eyes coldly before urging his sword qi to attack the evil cultivator.
He needed to finish off this beast as soon as possible to prevent further trouble.
The evil cultivator snapped out of his daze and looked toward Mo Hua in the distance, his eyes cold.
"Lucky brat."
He didn't believe that Mo Hua had managed to dodge his attack; he thought the boy had simply gotten lucky.
Mo Hua stood at a distance and sighed, "Looks like I'll have to destroy your meridians, crush your dantian, and break your legs. Otherwise, you'll continue to cause harm."
Mo Hua thought for a moment and added, "All three legs will be broken!"
Zhang Lan's expression froze, and he quickly said, "Don't provoke him further!"
He turned his head and saw that the evil cultivator's eyes had turned red with rage.
The evil cultivator's eyes burned with fury. Never in his life had he been so humiliated by a mere brat.
His figure flashed, and he charged straight toward Mo Hua with a venomous gaze.
Zhang Lan's heart sank.
This was bad. The evil cultivator was at the ninth layer of Qi Refinement, and Mo Hua wouldn't be able to handle him.
He had initially felt relieved that Mo Hua had dodged the previous attack and thought that as long as he ran far enough, he would be safe.
Then, he could use his magic to drive away the evil cultivator, and they could figure out their next move.
But he never expected Mo Hua to provoke him with those words. The evil cultivator had already intended to capture him for leverage, and now, with his pride wounded by Mo Hua's insults, there was no way he would let this go.
It took time for him to condense his spell, so by the time his sword qi flew out, it was difficult to hit the evil cultivator and could only delay his speed.
The evil cultivator's movements were erratic, and after dodging a few sword qi attacks, he closed in on Mo Hua, reaching out to grab him.
Once again, he grasped nothing but air.
Mo Hua slowly floated backwards, retreating from the evil cultivator's grasp, his fingers just barely out of reach.
The evil cultivator refused to give up. He took a low stance and spun, his left hand reaching up to grab at Mo Hua again.
But Mo Hua performed a light backflip, neither borrowing nor exerting force, resembling a falling leaf gently carried by the wind in its graceful dance. He drifted away from the evil cultivator's fingers once more.
The evil cultivator continued his pursuit, reaching for Mo Hua again and again, but each time, he fell just short, and Mo Hua always managed to escape his grasp.
His movements were formless, like flowing water, changing with the flow and utterly unpredictable.
He seemed to be right before your eyes, but in reality, he was far out of reach.
The evil cultivator nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
He was a flower-plucking thief, a rogue cultivator who relied on his agility! If he couldn't even compare to the lackeys of the Dao Court, how was he now being toyed with by a mere child?
What's more, he was being outmaneuvered by this little brat!
Each time he thought he had Mo Hua within his grasp, the boy slipped away.
As the evil cultivator's attacks grew more frenzied, Mo Hua's movements became increasingly calm and collected.
Suddenly, Mo Hua created some distance and began to channel his qi into his fingers.
The evil cultivator paused, unsure of what the boy was doing. Was he planning to use a spell?
"Are you asking to die?!" he snarled.
At such close range, by the time the boy finished casting his spell, he would have already snapped his neck.
The evil cultivator sneered and lunged forward.
But before he could reach Mo Hua, a fireball had already formed and was flying towards his face, sticking to his skin.
The evil cultivator couldn't believe it, and his heart sank.
"How could it be so fast?!"
The fireball spell wasn't particularly powerful, but when it hit his face, it caused intense pain, making his head spin.
The evil cultivator's movements stalled.
Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Lan sent out a water-shaped sword qi that struck the evil cultivator's heart meridian.
The evil cultivator's eyes lost focus, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
The mountain forest fell silent once more.
As the evil cultivator lay on the ground, Zhang Lan, who had struck him down, stood frozen in place, his mind racing.
What had he just witnessed? Had Mo Hua dodged every attack from a Qi Refinement cultivator at the ninth layer? The ninth layer?!
And what kind of movement technique was that? Unpredictable and ever-changing, elusive and enigmatic...
Who had taught him that technique?!
Zhang Lan stood there for a while, his mind racing through his memories, until he finally recalled.
Oh right, it seemed to be the Flowing Water Step! I... I think I taught him that...
Mo Hua looked at the fallen evil cultivator and swept his spiritual sense over him, then said, "Uncle Zhang, come here quickly. He's not dead yet."
Zhang Lan snapped out of his daze, his expression turning serious as he immediately went to the evil cultivator's side.
He examined the man's injuries and said, "He's not dead, but his spiritual energy is depleted, and he's lost a lot of blood qi. He won't be causing any more trouble."
Zhang Lan's sword qi had pierced the evil cultivator's heart meridian, but it was slightly off-center, which was why he was still alive.
After Zhang Lan finished speaking, the evil cultivator even let out a few pained groans, opening his eyes wide with resentment.
"He's got a tough life force," Mo Hua remarked.
Zhang Lan fed some pills to Si Tu Fang and Si Tu Xiu, and after they meditated and adjusted their breath for a while, they finally recovered. Then they prepared to take the evil cultivator back to the Dao Court.
"Wait a moment," Mo Hua said.
The others turned to look at him, confused.
Mo Hua walked over to Zhang Lan and took the sword from his waist with some effort.
Holding the sword with both hands, he walked up to the evil cultivator and said, "That's right, I'm going to break your legs!"
Then, with a swift stroke of his sword, he severed the evil cultivator's legs.
(End of Chapter)
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