Chapter 139: Broken Leg (Third Update)_1
The evil cultivator’s pale right hand reached for the back of Mo Hua’s neck.
Originally, everything was within his plan.
He pretended to be defeated first, recuperating his spiritual power, waiting for the moment when the dogs of the Taoist Court would be careless and off guard. Then he would suddenly burst forth and ambush, killing the two men and keeping the woman for replenishing from others.
By replenishing from the woman until her death, he would be able to recover his blood qi and spiritual power.
His appearance would also be restored.
At that time, with this young and handsome shell, he could deceive a naive little girl, slowly replenish from her, and find temporary shelter, laying low for a while.
Once the heat died down, he would still be able to roam freely.
If it weren’t for this brat!
Talking about breaking his legs, destroying his meridians, and even shattering his Qi Sea!
His plan might have already succeeded.
If the cultivator from the Taoist Court had moved to destroy his meridians, he certainly wouldn’t have allowed himself to be captured so easily. After all, even if he was highly skilled, once his meridians were cut and his spiritual power was gone, he wouldn’t be able to turn the tides.
He could only make his move early.
The two cultivators with knives were easy to handle, but the one with the sword was a bit more troublesome.
He had originally thought it would be only somewhat difficult, but he never imagined it would be to this extent.
The movement technique he relied on did not give him any advantage.
The man with the sword was neither injured nor bleeding, so his sinister spiritual power posed no threat to him.
Moreover, he himself was already covered in injuries, at the end of his tether. If he continued to delay, he would be dragged to death.
Even if he fled, trapped within Big Black Mountain, lacking clothing and food, and without female cultivators to replenish from, he was bound to die sooner or later!
So he had no choice but to settle for the next best thing: to capture this brat first, to use as a threat against the man, seeking a sliver of a chance for survival.
The evil cultivator’s hand reached for the back of Mo Hua’s neck.
In his eyes, this brat was absolutely unavoidable.
Not to mention a child of around ten years of age, even a cultivator in the later stages of Qi Refinement would not be able to escape this sudden attack…
But he grabbed at air.
Mo Hua seemed to have sensed it early on, ducking his head and crouching down, his small body rolling to the side and ending up several meters away.
Leaving the evil cultivator standing there foolishly…
Mo Hua had dodged, and Zhang Lan breathed a sigh of relief.
If Mo Hua had been caught, he truly would have been out of options, and the situation would have turned into a checkmate.
Either a few would die, or they would all die together.
Luckily, Mo Hua was clever.
In such a short time, he was able to sense the danger and agilely evade it.
Zhang Lan felt a chill in his heart and then his eyes turned cold as he propelled his sword qi, attacking the evil cultivator.
He needed to quickly slaughter this beast to prevent further trouble.
The evil cultivator came back to his senses, looking at Mo Hua in the distance with a cold gaze.
“Stinking brat, you’re pretty lucky.”
He didn’t believe Mo Hua could evade his move; the boy had merely been lucky.
Mo Hua stood still in the distance, sighing,
“It seems I must destroy your meridians, shatter your Qi Sea, and break your legs, or else you’ll continue doing evil.”
Mo Hua thought for a moment and then added,
“All three legs!”
Zhang Lan’s expression froze before he hurriedly said, “Don’t provoke him!”
He turned his head and saw, as expected, the evil cultivator’s eyes red with rage.
The evil cultivator’s eyes were blood red with intense anger, having never been humiliated by a stinking brat like this in his life.
His figure flashed, the evil cultivator’s gaze filled with resentment as he dashed straight towards Mo Hua.
Coldness settled in Zhang Lan’s heart.
This was bad, this was a ninth-layer Qi Refinement evil cultivator, and Mo Hua couldn’t handle him.
He had been relieved that Mo Hua had escaped once, thinking that if the boy ran far enough, he would be safe.
Then he would use a spell to repel the evil cultivator, and they could come up with a long-term plan.
He hadn’t expected Mo Hua to verbally provoke the man; given that the evil cultivator had already wanted to capture him for leverage and was now humiliated by Mo Hua’s words, rage filled his heart, making it impossible for him to calm down.
In his urgency, Zhang Lan could only quickly drive his sword qi, hoping the evil cultivator would back off knowing the difficulty.