My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

89  Chapter 89 Wu Hook Double Moon Tian Cansou

In Vilu Hall, there was chaos.

Tian Cansou was pushed back by a golden light, speaking coldly, "Fate progresses as it must; why must you be so obstinate, Great Master?"

What is fate? Fate is like a torrential flood surging forth.

"In this world, only two things make one clench their fists in frustration—one is the wrong dedication, the other is giving up too easily."

Speaking in a deep voice, Fa Zhi said, "As the abbot of Fa Xi Temple, I naturally will not let the sealing be easily broken, subjecting all creatures to suffering, even if it means persisting in error, I must do it today."

"Foolish!"

Tian Cansou's face turned completely grim as the Inner Strength within him surged like a rushing river, flowing through his meridians; soon after, two stunningly glamorous flowers appeared behind him.

The Human Flower and Earth Flower!

Tian Cansou had pushed his Cultivation to the limit, intending to repel Fa Zhi in the shortest time possible, fully aided by the full moon tonight, to destroy the sealing beneath the Buddha statue and then seize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

With a shudder, Tian Cansou pressed towards Fa Zhi like Mount Tai bearing down.

Fa Zhi clasped his hands in front of his chest, with a golden light surfacing on his body.

"Boom!"

Upon clashing, it was like mountains colliding, shaking the entire Great Hall; then, the blue stone slabs under Fa Zhi's feet began to crack, eventually shattering entirely.

Tian Cansou's father had been a swordsman, living a life of licking blood off knife-edges in Jianghu, accustomed to life and death, which made him volatile and extremely irritable.

When Zhang Zhixing was born without hands, just feet, everyone who saw his congenital disability was terribly frightened. His father thought it was a family curse and despised him immensely, even wanting to strangle him to death. Fortunately, his mother intervened, allowing him to survive.

Although he was not strangled by his father, Zhang Zhixing grew up isolated and humiliated. With his mother's comfort and help, Zhang Zhixing did not succumb to despair. He diligently practiced leg techniques day after day, regardless of harsh cold or scorching heat.

With his extraordinary willpower, he successfully entered one of the top seven sects, Five Poison Sect, learned the Heavenly Centipede Technique, and mastered its leg techniques to perfection, establishing a formidable reputation in Jianghu, and was even known as the Double Moon Hooks.

Hence, his two legs were referred to as paired moon hooks—his moves were unpredictable and varied, leaving his foes entirely unable to guard against him.

Inside the hall, the figures of the two men flickered, exchanging dozens of moves in just moments.

The Double Moon Hooks-like legs of Tian Cansou, whose attacks were swift and relentless like a tide, were all met by Fa Zhi.

"Indeed, a Pure Land Arhat!"

Seeing this, Tian Cansou frowned heavily.

The Pure Land, claiming to contain Three Thousand Buddha Countries, had numerous experts, but only eighteen could be called Arhats, meeting two major conditions: one must have profound Cultivation and the other, profound Buddhist Law.

It seemed unlikely he would be able to repel him in a short time.

"This is bad!"

Just then, sounds of fighting came from outside the hall. Tian Cansou felt a stir in his heart, fearing for Dai Ling's safety. After repelling Fa Zhi with one kick, he rushed towards the hall entrance.

.......

Outside Vilu Hall.

Dai Ling stared tensely ahead, her heart pounding.

At this moment, she was extremely nervous.

An Jing, without responding to her, twirled his longsword, creating a sword blossom. The fierce, ice-cold blade shone with a chilling murderous aura. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Shush!"

The sword blade spat out a streak of cold light that abruptly lunged towards Dai Ling's graceful waist.

Fast!

Too fast!

The streak of Sword Light was like a whistling gale.

Dai Ling clearly saw it coming but was completely unable to react, standing there dumbstruck, her mind going blank.

Just at this critical moment, a Qi Force surged from afar and blocked the Sword Light.

Having missed his strike, An Jing's body hurriedly moved backward.

"Sir, your sword is very fast."

Tian Cansou landed in front of Dai Ling and spoke slowly.

An Jing's voice was hoarse, evident from his internal strength vibrating within his abdominal cavity.

A pity, had the old man not arrived, that miss would have perished just now.

"Are you alright?"

Tian Cansou asked in a low voice.

"Fortunately, the Great Elder was in time," Dai Ling finally recovered her senses, thinking of the surging Sword Qi, she couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.

She knew that if Tian Cansou had not appeared just now to block that sword light, she might have been cut in half at the waist by it.

This peerless swordsman, seemingly calm, harbored an extremely intense murderous aura.

In the Great Yan Martial World, many swordsmen are like this—they strike to kill, and their swords become sharper only when drenched in blood, advancing their swordsmanship relentlessly.

If put in plain words, killing becomes a habit, and the sword becomes sharp.

Thus, when An Jing killed, his actions were never slow, nor did he hesitate.

Where his sword pointed, there was either life or death.

"It seems you have come today for that strand of nature's spiritual energy as well," Tian Cansou said narrowing his eyes slightly.

"And you have not?"

An Jing pondered silently. Tian Cansou's strength was unfathomable, and he might not be able to win, especially not knowing if others were watching.

"Then, I must kill you first before retrieving the spiritual energy."

Tian Cansou's sinister eyes flickered with a hint of killing intent.

What is Jianghu?

Jianghu is both the affairs of human emotion and the clashes of combat.

If human emotions do not work, then combat prevails, and if combat is useless, then it resorts back to human affairs.

"Liu Qingshan couldn't kill me, do you think you can?" An Jing burst into laughter upon hearing Tian Cansou's words.

"What Liu Qingshan can't kill, I, Zhang Zhixing, can."

Tian Cansou bellowed and swept his leg across, the shadow flickering at a bizarre angle.

An Jing shifted his body to the side to dodge the leg, only to realize that the kick was a probing move; Tian Cansou pressed down with another strike as if carrying thousands of pounds of force, the sound of tearing air buzzing loudly.

"Bang!"

An Jing could only cross his arms to block the leg.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Immediately, centered around the two of them, the Qi Force exploded like bursts, emitting a series of roars.

And An Jing, right at the center, felt his organs tremble, a shock going through his heart—Tian Cansou's strength was on par with Liu Qingshan, both being in the Earth Flower Realm.

Sword light danced, unmatched leg shadows.

The two exchanged dozens of moves continuously; Tian Cansou's offensive was like tide, relentless, leaving no breathing space for An Jing.

"Senior Brother, what should we do now?"

Fa Wu asked.

"Let's just watch for now,"

Fa Zhi fell silent for a long while, then looked towards the flying eaves atop the Grand Hall.

At this moment, several figures had already gathered on the flying eaves of the Grand Hall, their faces obscured by the moonlight.

"Unexpectedly, this swordsman has appeared again,"

Liu Qingshan looked at the two fiercely fighting below and chuckled lightly.

Beneath the seal lies nature's spiritual energy, not a widely known secret, only a few people and powers are aware, and this swordsman's knowledge of it shows he's not merely a lone wanderer.

Guo Yuchun's murderous intent was almost impossible to hide, "When these two have fought enough, it won't be too late for us to make a move."

"This swordsman should not be easily killed; we need to properly entertain him,"

Guo Yuchun, known as a Poison Master, had ruthless methods. Even the Cao Gang masters greatly feared him.

This was a rare occasion where he encountered a setback; if he caught this swordsman, how could he easily let go?

Liu Qingshan did not speak, seemingly watching the battle between the two, but also observing the seal on Vilu Hall.

Guo Yuchun then glanced at Dai Ling, who was watching the fight nearby, and sneered, "When the time comes, capturing this Dai Ling and making the rice into a done dish will give the Five Poison Young Master a grandchild next year, won't it?"

Dai Danshu, also a prominent figure in Jianghu, had been a rare young talent of the Great Yan Martial World in his youth. Rumor had it that even the Human Emperor had tried to recruit him, even offering the position of Deputy Governor of the Xuanyi Guard, but he rejected it.

Moreover, Dai Ling was extremely beautiful and, combined with his cold demeanor, ignited a desire to conquer in many.

Tian Liu remained silent all along, much like a shadow standing beside Liu Qingshan.

"What do you think about these two... cough cough... who could win?"

Liu Qingshan felt a pain in his chest, constantly coughing.

"Both will be injured," Guo Yuchun replied after a long silence.