Chapter 138: Engaging in Battle (Second Update)_1

Chapter 138: Engaging in Battle (Second Update)_1

Zhang Lan and his two companions began to besiege the abandoned camp.

Soon after, a cultivator dressed in white rushed out of the camp.

The Taoist robe he wore was lavishly styled and looked expensive, but after half a month of fleeing, it was soiled and tattered.

His face resembled the portrait Mo Hua had seen, but it looked much older and skin was even flaking off.

It seemed that due to the lack of replenishing from others, his evil skills backfired, and his appearance began to decay and age.

Indeed, he was the evil cultivator who practiced the technique of replenishing from others.

After Zhang Lan’s trio confirmed this, they wasted no words and directly took action, showing no mercy.

The evil cultivator spat out a curse and began to fight back.

The battle between the two sides was about to erupt.

Mo Hua hid from a distance, secretly watching the fight unfold.

Zhang Lan was a spiritual cultivator, skilled in water series spells, and quite powerful at that. From afar, he gathered his spiritual power to cast spells, conjuring streams of water-shaped sword qi and relentlessly attacking the evil cultivator.

Situ Fang and Situ Xiu were both body cultivators, specializing in blade techniques.

Situ Fang’s blade was thin and light, wrapped in a faint green spiritual power, cutting swiftly and densely. Situ Xiu, on the other hand, struck with wide, powerful blows, stimulating his flesh with spiritual power, which emitted a faint golden light from his body.

The two engaged in close combat, entangling the evil cultivator.

This evil cultivator seemed to also be a body cultivator, with a strong and vigorous blood qi, wielding an iron fan painted with delicate and slender beauties.

As the iron fan swept through the air, it released waves of pink spiritual power.

No wonder he is an evil cultivator; even the color of his spiritual power is improper...

Mo Hua thought to himself in silence.

The evil cultivator’s cultivation level should have been at the ninth level of Qi refinement; he was no match for Zhang Lan’s trio. But he had good movement techniques, evading the attacks of both Situ cultivators and managing to dodge most of Zhang Lan’s water-shaped sword qi.

But no matter how good his movement technique was, he was gradually overwhelmed by the combined assault of the three.

With every hit from the sword qi, his injuries grew worse, and each time Situ Fang cut him, more of his blood spilled.

Moreover, the faint green spiritual power prevented his wounds from healing.

It wasn’t long before the evil cultivator was struck by one of Zhang Lan’s sword qi blasts, falling to the ground and lying motionless.

Mo Hua did not act rashly but waited until he saw Zhang Lan lock the evil cultivator with shackles before he came out.

“Is he dead?” Mo Hua asked.

“No, this beast still clings to life.”

Mo Hua scanned with his divine sense and found that the evil cultivator’s spiritual power was indeed still circulating within his body.

“Are all evil cultivators this tough?” Mo Hua asked.

Zhang Lan said, “Not all, but most are quite troublesome to deal with. The methods of the heretical path, despite having many drawbacks, are also very powerful. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many falling into the path of the heretical demons.”

Mo Hua nodded in understanding.

With the evil cultivator captured, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did Situ Xiu realize that this Evil Cultivator had not been using his full strength before!

But the realization came too late, as he no longer had the strength to fight again in the short term.

Situ Fang also drew his sword, swinging it at the Evil Cultivator. After several exchanges, he suddenly felt weak all over. His meridians were corroded by a peculiar pink Spiritual Power, preventing his own Spiritual Power from circulating.

The Evil Cultivator’s Spiritual Power was poisonous!

He hadn’t noticed it during the fight earlier, but now the poison was gradually taking effect.

Forcing himself to circulate his Qi, Situ Fang suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, glaring at the Evil Cultivator with hatred in his eyes.

Licking his lips, the Evil Cultivator looked at Situ Fang and said, “Not bad!”

He hadn’t replenished himself for a month.

He needed to vent his demonic fire and also replenish his Spiritual Power.

The Evil Cultivator’s gaze roamed over Situ Fang. As his mind wavered slightly, a pale blue Sword Qi pierced directly through his shoulder.

Enraged, the Evil Cultivator’s mouth also exuded fresh blood as he turned to look.

There, not far away, stood Zhang Lan with his fingers formed into a sword, coldly watching him.

There was still a tough one left.

The Evil Cultivator reined in his thoughts. Unless he dealt with Zhang Lan, he couldn’t escape.

Even if he managed to run away, in the treacherous lands of Big Black Mountain, he wouldn’t last long.

With his body drained and demonic fire growing, he needed replenishment.

As long as he killed Zhang Lan...

The Evil Cultivator’s eyes flashed fiercely as he charged straight toward Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan’s heart tightened, What fast movement technique!

The Evil Cultivator’s movement technique was faster and more bizarre than before. Had he been holding back all along...

“Good, let me meet you!”

Zhang Lan’s gaze sharpened as he executed the Falling Flower Steps; instantly, his figure multiplied, as graceful as falling petals.

The Evil Cultivator was taken aback.

This Taoist Court’s Cultivator’s movement technique was actually not inferior to his.

He was a rapist, who relied on movement techniques to make his living!

The Evil Cultivator was in a difficult position, yet he had to fight. After about a dozen exchanges, he still hadn’t managed to land a hit on Zhang Lan.

Meanwhile, Zhang Lan had already grasped his opponent’s strengths and weaknesses. In his advances and retreats, he still had the leeway to condense Sword Qi, threatening the Evil Cultivator.

Just as Zhang Lan was about to capture the Evil Cultivator’s lapse and finish him with Sword Qi, the Evil Cultivator suddenly disappeared.

Zhang Lan released his Divine Sense, but detected nothing.

Suddenly, he felt a surge of alarm and glanced toward Mo Hua in the distance, urgently shouting, “Be careful!”

At the same time, a shadow flickered behind Mo Hua, and the Evil Cultivator appeared, his voice hoarse and vicious:

“Brat, you want to break my legs?”