However, he was far from Mo Hua, while the evil cultivator was close.
Casting the Condensing Technique required time, so the sword qi he released afterward had difficulty hitting the evil cultivator and only managed to slow him down.
The evil cultivator, with his eerie movements, dodged several beams of sword qi and closed in on Mo Hua, reaching down to grab him.
Then, he grasped at empty air again.
Mo Hua slowly drifted backward, sliding away from his grasp just before his fingers could close.
The Evil Cultivator refused to believe it, squatted and turned, lifting his left hand and reaching for Mo Hua once more.
Yet, Mo Hua flipped back lightly, without borrowing or exerting any force, as if he were a leaf floating and dancing in the breeze, once again slipping through his fingers.
The Evil Cultivator continued to reach for Mo Hua, but with each move, he was always a hair’s breadth away, and Mo Hua managed to escape from his hands every time.
His movement technique was formless, like flowing water, adapting to the situation and eluding capture.
Appearing to be within reach, yet, in reality, as far away as the horizon.
The Evil Cultivator nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
He was a rapist, after all! A rapist who relied on his movement technique to get by!
It was one thing to be outmatched by a dog of the Taoist Court, but now even a mere child was playing him for a fool?
And the worst part was, he couldn’t even get the better of this little brat!
Every round he thought he could catch him, but he just couldn’t.
As the Evil Cultivator’s onslaught grew more desperate, Mo Hua’s movement technique became even more composed.
All of a sudden, Mo Hua increased the distance between them and began condensing Qi at his fingertips.
The Evil Cultivator was stunned. What was he doing?
Was he trying to use a spell?
“Seeking death!”
The distance was so close that by the time his spell was released, he would have already snapped his neck.
With a sneer, the Evil Cultivator leapt forward.
But before he could reach Mo Hua, a fireball had already formed and flew toward his face, smearing across it.
The Evil Cultivator couldn’t believe it, and a chill ran through his heart.
“How could it be so fast?!”
The Fireball Technique wasn’t highly powerful, but it hit his face, causing a throbbing pain and leaving his head reeling.
The Evil Cultivator involuntarily faltered in his movements.
At that moment, Zhang Lan seized the opportunity to send out a Water-shaped Sword Qi, striking the Evil Cultivator directly in the heart channel.
The Evil Cultivator’s gaze became vacant, and with a thud, he fell to the ground.
The woods grew quieter.
The Evil Cultivator lay on the ground, but the one who had felled him, Zhang Lan, was still stunned in place, his emotions fluctuating wildly.
What had he just witnessed?
A cultivator of the ninth level of Qi Refinement’s attack, all dodged by Mo Hua?
Qi Refinement, ninth level? All dodged?
And what was that movement technique?
Without a constant pattern, without a fixed form, unpredictable, elusive, straightforward yet enigmatic…
Who taught him this movement technique?!
Zhang Lan stood still for a while, his memories churning, before he remembered.
Oh right, it seems like it was the Water Passing Step!
This… it seems that I taught it…
Mo Hua, looking at the fallen Evil Cultivator, swept him with his Divine Sense and said,
“Uncle Zhang, come quickly, he’s not dead yet.”
Zhang Lan came back to his senses and immediately went over to the Evil Cultivator.
After checking his injuries, he said, “He’s not dead, but his Spiritual Power is exhausted, and his Blood Qi is depleted; he won’t make any more trouble.”
His Sword Qi had pierced through the Evil Cultivator’s heart channel, but it was slightly off, so the Evil Cultivator wasn’t dead yet.
Zhang Lan had barely finished speaking when the Evil Cultivator groaned in pain, opening his eyes full of resentment.
“What a tough life,” Mo Hua remarked.
Zhang Lan gave Situ Fang and Situ Xiu some pills, and after meditating for a while, they revived somewhat. Then they wanted to drag the Evil Cultivator back to the Taoist Court.
“Wait a moment,” Mo Hua said.
Everyone turned their heads, looking at Mo Hua with confusion.
Mo Hua walked over to Zhang Lan and, with some effort, pulled out the sword from Zhang Lan’s waist.
Holding the sword with both hands, he walked up to the Evil Cultivator and said,
“That’s right, it was I who wanted to break your legs!”
Then with one stroke, he severed the Evil Cultivator’s legs.