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Tears welled up in my eyes at Master’s words. Although he was scolding me for bringing him shame, his underlying intention was one of protection.
Mo Cang blocked the Azure Bat King, shouting loudly, “Take those few down! Leave this to me!”
Mo Cang's confidence was overwhelming; he seemed exhilarated at the prospect of facing a worthy opponent.
While I didn’t know how formidable he truly was, I had heard Master’s nickname—Blood Buddha!
In a moment of distraction, Mo Cang was knocked to the ground by Master. The giant python instinctively attempted to attack Master, but he swiftly produced a string of Obsidian Prayer Beads and hurled them at the remaining half of the python’s head, chanting a Buddhist incantation.
What I could do paled in comparison to Master’s actions. The once enraged python began to show signs of melting away under the layers of Buddhist light.
It was important to note that the amount of resentment it harbored was vast and deeply rooted. I never expected Master’s power to have reached such a level.
Mo Cang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and remarked, “It’s been a long time since I’ve been injured!”
“Then let me give you a good taste of it this time!” Master moved like a ghost, charging directly at Mo Cang.
After a flurry of rapid movements and combat, it seemed that Mo Cang was at a disadvantage. Master asked, “So, what do you say? Still want to fight?”
Mo Cang laughed, “Of course! It’s rare to encounter such a good opponent.”
Although Master had saved me, Wu Lao and An Old Man were still in their hands. Seeing me isolated, the Azure Bat King charged towards me.
The Azure Bat King moved with incredible speed. Even though I tried to control him with my Ruyi Stick to keep him at bay, I still couldn’t avoid getting injured.
The Azure Bat King had pushed me to the edge, and his assault had slowed somewhat. A smug smile spread across his face as he looked at me, now with no way to retreat!
Suddenly, a splash echoed behind me, and a figure emerged from the water, hands like iron claws gripping my ankles and yanking me backward with a fierce pull.
I fell flat on my face, hitting the ground hard.
Seeing this, the Azure Bat King quickly pinned me down. I felt a chill at my neck as a sharp dagger pressed against my carotid artery.
Once he had me subdued, the Azure Bat King triumphantly declared, “Holy Son, everyone is under control!”
Mo Cang chuckled, “Old Bald Donkey, let’s see how you plan to save them.”
My master remained calm and replied with a smile, “The ones I intend to save are not easily stopped! You are certainly not among them.”
Mo Cang laughed, “Oh? I’m curious to see whether you or the dagger in the Azure Bat King’s hand will be faster!”
I shouted, “Master, don’t worry about me! Just kill them all for my sake! Even if it’s for revenge!”
My master roared back, “You little brat! In front of me today, let’s see who dares to touch you! They’ll regret it!”
As soon as he finished speaking, my master launched a furious attack that left Mo Cang with no chance to counter. In the end, he formed a hand seal and conjured a formation!
Once the formation was in place, the situation inside became obscured.
It would be a lie to say I wasn’t worried at all. Although my master was formidable, he couldn’t underestimate Mo Cang’s cunning nature.
Of course, I wasn't the only one worried about this; the Azure Bat King was too. Mo Cang was the only Holy Son of the Evil Spirit Cult for so many years.
If anything were to happen to him, those few disciples would no longer have a reason to live!
The Azure Bat King pressed his knee firmly against my back and tapped my face with a dagger. "Kid, if you know what's good for you, hand over Jiao Zhu! Otherwise, I'll carve a few more cuts on your face and see how you manage to go out and attract women after that!"
Just as the Azure Bat King was searching me, the formation broke. My master emerged, gripping Mo Cang by the throat, and said to the Azure Bat King, "Let them all go, or I will kill him!"
The Azure Bat King hesitated, glancing at Mo Cang, who was turning red in the face from being choked and could only nod in agreement.
"What about Jiao Zhu?" asked the Azure Bat King.
Mo Cang cursed inwardly; how could this guy be so thick-headed? Jiao Zhu could be taken again or found elsewhere, but his life was just one.
My master casually replied, "I don't have that much patience. If I lose my disciple, I can always find another. Let's see what you can do to produce another Holy Son! You have two options: first, you let everyone go, and I let everyone go. It's a win-win for everyone. Second, you kill someone, and I kill someone. But don't think any of you can escape!"
Without any visible action from my master, the short and ugly man in sharkskin standing beside me suddenly clutched his throat as if an invisible hand were squeezing it. He gasped in pain and let out a strangled cry.
Seeing this scene, the Azure Bat King instinctively twisted his neck and then kicked me in the rear. "Get moving!"
He nodded at Xia Yue and the others. I quickly ran over to carry the unconscious Wu Lao and helped An Old Man towards my master's side.
"We've released them," said the Azure Bat King. "I hope you will keep your promise and release the Holy Son!"
My master loosened his grip on Mo Cang. "A monk doesn’t speak falsehoods; have you forgotten? I won't be like you guys, talking nonsense like it's nothing."
Mo Cang seemed to have suffered a significant blow, taking each step slowly.
The Master said again, "Young man, let me give you a piece of advice. Anything obtained through external forces, no matter how much, is not truly yours. Take care of yourself!"
The Azure Bat King quickly turned around and led Mo Cang away.
The Master stood still, and after a moment, I urged, "Master, let's hurry and go!"
To my surprise, as soon as I finished speaking, the Master collapsed straight down.
This terrified me. I set Wu Lao down for An Old Man to watch over and rushed to the Master's side, my voice trembling with tears. "Master, what happened? You can't die! Master..."
"I'm not dead yet! Why are you wailing like that?" the Master suddenly scolded.
I wiped my eyes. "Master, you're okay?"
The Master sat up and replied, "I'm fine. Just a bit tired. If it weren't for your father asking me to come find you, I wouldn't have bothered! You really know how to get into trouble; you've even attracted the attention of the Evil Spirit Cult. It seems like you're trying to hang yourself like the God of Longevity!"
I blushed and said, "I can't take the blame for this; it's all the Special Investigation Bureau's doing. The Special Investigation Bureau's matters are national affairs—how could I not help? Besides, didn't you always teach me to follow my heart?"
"You think you know everything!" The Master interrupted me directly, unwilling to listen to my excuses.
An Old Man fired a signal flare, and soon after, Han Che arrived with people to assist us.
An Old Man, Wu Lao, I, and the Master were carried back amidst the respectful gazes of everyone around us.
Han Che walked over to me and said, "Ling Feng, I have to admit, this time I really respect you!"
I took the opportunity to ask, "What about the prize? And the plane tickets?"
Han Che had expected me to be modest, but my question caught him off guard, leaving him speechless for a moment. "Don't worry, you won't be shortchanged. What about Jiao Zhu? Did we manage to get it?"
I glanced at An Old Man and replied, "Of course! It's with An Old Man right now, so you can rest assured!"
Han Che chuckled, "With An Old Man there, what do I have to worry about?"
I looked at Han Che with suspicion, feeling that something was off.
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