Chapter 115: The Headmaster's Wife Kills Everyone
The butler hurriedly lowered his voice to dissuade him, beads of cold sweat oozing from his forehead. "Master, you absolutely cannot act now! We have the upper hand, and they are afraid to act rashly. They must protect the common people. Please be patient!"
After messing up a big city and the sealed land, Si Cangjue will take the team out. At that time, it will be much easier to capture Duan Anluo.
However, Xiang Wenshu obviously couldn't listen anymore. The blood in his pupils surged violently, his knuckles crackled, and he almost squeezed out a sound through his teeth: "How dare he provoke me like this!"
"There's no need to ignore the overall situation for this!" The butler's words were pleading.
Not feeling that the excitement was not enough, Si Cang blocked Duan Anluo behind him and lectured him slowly: "You have attracted the fox and the dog. I will deal with you when I go back tonight."
Duan Anluo's ears turned red instantly, and he couldn't help but glare at Si Cang. It was already this late, and he was still saying such vicious words!
And this ambiguous sentence became the last straw that broke Xiang Wen's sanity.
He could no longer restrain himself, and the murderous intent in his body exploded like substance, and an attack filled with brutal murderous aura rushed straight towards Si Cang.
The housekeeper's heart finally died, but he still couldn't stop it.
In a flash, Duan Anluo's fingertips flashed with spiritual light, and the formation that had been set up long ago suddenly activated. As the light flowed, the formation was like a huge mouth that opened and swallowed up Prime Minister Wenshu and Si Cang, along with the brutal murderous aura.
If you want to fight, fight in the formation!
Duan Anluo quickly reinforced the formation. He couldn't let the spiritual energy and demonic power of these two people break the formation, otherwise everything around it would be destroyed.
Seeing this, the butler on the side moved and went straight to grab Duan Anluo.
As long as you take him away, the owner will naturally leave with you.
Duan Anluo's face turned cold, and just as he was about to take action, a black shadow appeared in front of him like a ghost.
The visitor said nothing, only the fierce murderous aura and twisted demonic energy surged before his eyes.
It was Ling Feng who was chasing after him.
At the same time, a voice of laughter and scolding came from the roof of the car: "Lao Deng, if you want to touch my brother, have you asked me?"
Bai Ziyue squatted on the roof, his white hair swaying in the breeze. He waved his fist and shouted, "Beat him, idiot! Beat him hard!"
Duan Anluo frowned, "Why are you here? Most of the people at headquarters are civilians. What will they do if you come?"
"It's okay, the monk is over there," Bai Ziyue waved his hand nonchalantly, "Old Man Zhou and Granny Yao are both at the headquarters. Don't worry, they're protected."
Duan Anluo finally calmed down and said, "You stay here and don't let anyone touch these talismans. I'll go in and take a look."
"Okay, be careful."
Duan Anluo was about to leave when he suddenly remembered, "Ling Feng, do your best to capture him, regardless of life or death!"
"I understand." Ling Feng's eyes and eyebrows had begun to turn demonic. He responded and rushed forward.
Duan Anluo gave another warning: "Forget it if you can't get it, safety first!"
Ling Feng didn't say anything. Bai Ziyue urged him, "Hurry up and go. Mendan is not stupid. He knows what's going on."
Duan Anlu's mouth twitched and said, "You look like a fool to me."
After Si Cang entered the formation, he did not see Xiang Wenshu, but saw the tall mountain gate of Xuanmen.
The time was too short, and Duan Anluo had no time to arrange other fighting scenes. The fastest venue that could be completed in his mind was the former Xuanmen.
Si Cang stood at the foot of the mountain, with a stone tablet next to him. On it was written in a flamboyant style: Whether you are a high-ranking official or a commoner, you must all walk up the mountain, otherwise, get out!
Si Cang's lips curled up, as if he could see the high-spirited man of the past through the sharp strokes of the pen.
Looking at the top of the mountain again, there is a large building, but its specific appearance cannot be seen clearly. It was the Taoist temple built by Duan Anluo, but now nothing is left.
Si Cang wanted to go up and take a look, then build an identical one for Duan Anluo on the original site. But before he could get a clearer view, he felt a familiar presence. Duan Anluo reached out, grabbed his arm, and pulled him away.
The top of the mountain behind is a huge platform, as if it was chopped off by a huge axe.
Although it was calm, it was covered with tiny cracks, and it was obvious that many fights had taken place there.
The edge of the platform was shrouded in clouds and mist, and below was a bottomless valley. The setting sun, like a fireball, illuminated Xiang Wenshu's pale profile.
Seeing Si Cang, he raised his eyes, murderous intent surging in his eyes, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, I thought you ran away."
Si Cang said indifferently: "The last person who said that has already gone back to the mountains to recuperate."
He blocked Duan Anluo behind him, swung the knife, and the scabbard was inserted into the stone. The knife was too long and he was too lazy to pull it out.
With just one simple action, Duan Anluo's heart skipped a beat: My wife is so handsome!
Black flames enveloped the blade, and Si Cang's tone remained calm: "My lover is kind-hearted and often rescues stray cats and dogs. If this causes any misunderstanding, it's your fault."
"Lover?" Xiang Wenshu's eyebrows twitched slightly, and this word was like a poisonous thorn piercing his heart.
Si Cang slowly pulled out a small red book from a zippered pocket and showed it calmly: "I'm married. I'm not lying to you."
He paused, his voice low and firm, "My people."
"Duan Anluo!" Behind Xiang Wenshu, the huge and twisted shadow of the monster suddenly appeared, dancing ferociously, and bursting out with murderous aura that almost tore through the formation. "You'd be better off dead than alive!"
How had he lived these past five hundred years? Duan Anluo had actually fallen in love with a human! He could smell the scent of each other, and the murderous intent in his chest was like boiling magma, filled with anger and hatred!
Duan Anluo, who was standing by, was stunned and blurted out subconsciously: "No, you carry this thing with you?"
Si Cang tilted his head and said as a matter of course: "You are always moving, I am afraid of losing it."
Duan Anluo was helpless: "There's no need to carry it with you every day!"
The conversation between the two people, as if they were the only one around, became the final spark that ignited the powder keg.
The aura around Xiang Wenshu began to become violently unstable, the blood in his eyes almost dripped out, and the crazy emotions collided in his body, almost bursting his human body.
Si Cang admired the other person's exasperated look with great satisfaction, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. This dog-like mouth made his people angry, and he would definitely fight back.
He told Duan Anluo: "Hide well."
Duan Anluo took two steps back, his palm facing downwards. A pure white light was already emanating from his hand, but he deliberately said, "If I lose, I'll divorce you."
The smile on Si Cang's face disappeared instantly, and his eyes darkened, "You really deserve to be punished."
Duan Anluo's heart skipped a beat: It's over, I'm pissed off.
This intimate private conversation cut like the sharpest blade into Xiang Wenshu's heart. He was furious, yet he forced a twisted, seemingly harmless smile. In a voice so gentle it was chilling, he asked Duan Anluo, "Master, if I tore him to pieces, you wouldn't hate me, would you?"
Duan Anluo's eyes instantly turned cold, and he had no patience for him at all. "The headmaster's wife will tear your dog mouth apart!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a white crane appeared at Duan Anluo's feet, "Boss, here I come!"
"Take off."
He Xuan took Duan Anluo into the air. Duan Anluo sat on the crane, looking down from above. He Xuan then glanced around and asked in confusion, "Where is this?"
Duan Anluo proudly introduced: "My former dojo, isn't it amazing?"
He Xuan admired: "Amazing."
Duan Anluo could still chat with it about daily life, "Is your wife okay?"
"Okay, thanks for saving me. My child has been..."
"It's fine. I have spiritual warmth at home to nurture it. I'll let you know when it's about to hatch."
“Thank you, boss!”
"You're welcome. Look, that handsome one is my wife."
He Xuan looked at Si Cang and immediately understood why Duan Anluo had to find it to be his guardian fairy.
The boss’s aesthetic taste is really unique.
The cold aura emanating from Xiang Wenshu's body caused the vegetation around the platform to rapidly wither and char. Facing Si Cang, he raised his lips in a twisted arc, "What on earth is he looking at you for?"
As soon as Duan Anluo left, Si Cang fell silent, his aura growing colder and colder. His gaze fell on Xiang Wenshu's neck, chest, joints, and acupuncture points, all places where a single blow could be fatal or quickly destroy his fighting power.
He never wastes words with his enemies, but uses a knife when talking.
His silence was like a kind of disregard, which made Xiang Wenshu feel more unhappy than any verbal provocation. "Master, your eyesight is not good. You actually like a human like you. Don't keep your eyes from now on."
Si Cang raised his eyes, and the murderous intent in his eyes made Xiang Wenshu's mind concentrate. Is Duan Anluo the weakness?
Si Cang moved silently, his whole body seemed to melt into the wind. His figure flashed and he was close to Xiang Wenshu's side. His speed was so fast that Duan Anluo couldn't see his movements clearly.
The inky black sword, wrapped in flames that burned the soul, pierced Xiang Wenshu's temple with a chilling murderous intent.
Xiang Wenshu's expression changed and he didn't dare to say anything more. He raised his pale hand, and his fingertips suddenly swelled up and turned into black claws. After blocking the attack, he pointed his palm at Si Cang's heart.
Just before the demonic power was about to touch the skin, a dragon-like roar of a sword exploded in the mountains. Si Cang slapped the sword with one hand, and the Si family's unique strong spiritual power passed through the sword and confronted the opponent's claws.
This attack carried a force that seemed to tear a valley apart. As it struck, the long sword slashed from bottom to top, hitting Xiang Wenshu's wrist with incredible precision. It was so fast and fierce that there was a "swish" sound, followed by a muffled groan from Xiang Wenshu.
The two of them separated as soon as they touched, and distanced themselves from each other again. Si Cang had a cold face and swung the blade. The black blade was spiritual. After sensing the murderous intent of its owner, countless dark red lines rose up, like the magma of hell, emitting an extremely violent murderous aura that wanted to burn everything.
Looking at Xiang Wenshu's wrist again, it had been cut off.
When someone tried to touch Duan Anluo's eyes, Si Cang chopped off his claws.
The wound was wrapped in black flames and was still burning. The piercing burning pain made Xiang Wenshu calm down. This was not only physical pain, but also a direct burning on his demon soul, like a carbuncle attached to the bone, actually drilling into his bones.
Xiang Wenshu shook his arm and used his demonic power to suppress the flame. The demonic power surged, and the injury on his hand recovered quickly, but the pain remained, reminding him that the man in front of him was not easy to deal with.
He underestimated this human being.
This was the first time he looked a human being in the eye.
"I underestimated you."
Si Cang still didn't say anything, and what answered Xiang Wenshu was his figure rushing forward suddenly!
The platform shook slightly, and fine cracks appeared on the rock under Si Cang's feet. His tall figure, with an indomitable and powerful aura, pressed forward like a landslide or tsunami.
The long sword in his hand cut through the air. A simple straight slash seemed to contain the terrifying power to split the mountains.
The black flames on the blade suddenly exploded, turning it into a demonic sword that seemed to come from the abyss!
Duan Anluo's eyes lit up as he watched from the side, his heart beating uncontrollably. He knew Si Cang was very powerful, but he didn't expect him to be this powerful.
Every move was clean and neat, without any delay, and was aimed at killing the opponent.
It is said that whoever strikes first has half the chance of losing, but this is not the case with Si Cang. He is purely domineering and wants to seize the initiative everywhere. He always takes the initiative with the mentality of killing the opponent and being done with it. Every blow he makes is intended to kill the opponent.
Duan Anluo covered his chest and admired his own vision. This person was worthy of being his favorite. When he became handsome, no one else could compare to him!
No matter how many times he has cultivated, no matter what bloodline he has, no matter what species he is, he is not as good as one finger of Si Cang.
Xiang Wenshu was already enraged by being attacked by a human. After seeing Duan Anluo's expression, he clasped his hands together, and a tremendous demonic power surged out, instantly condensing into a huge black shadow in front of him.
The huge shadow split into a branch and pounced towards Si Cang like a living creature.
Wherever the shadow passed, the ground was corroded with a sizzling sound, and the air was filled with a pungent stench, mixed with the reverberation of countless dead souls' screams, piercing deep into the soul.
The shadow was too big for Duan Anluo to see clearly, so he asked He Xuan to rise again and look down from the air. Only then could he barely make out that it looked like a tiger.
Si Cang's eyes fixed, the black fire on the long sword surged, and he slashed into the shadow without any retreat!
There was no head-on collision as expected. Instead, the shadow was like a sticky quagmire, instantly wrapping around the blade. The karmic fire and the shadow corroded and melted each other, making a teeth-grinding "hissing" sound.
What was even more terrifying was that countless ghostly hands stretched out from the shadows, trying to climb along the blade and grab Si Cang's arm!
Si Cang did not retreat at all. After using his spiritual power to shake off the ghost hand, the black karma fire and the dark demonic power collided again.
The sound of spiritual energy exploding exploded on the mountain. The thousands of wronged souls in the evil spirit were like being thrown into the sea of fire in purgatory. They let out extremely shrill screams and then dispersed in groups.
The stalemate lasted less than half a minute, and most of the demonic energy had dissipated. The violent energy generated during the confrontation between the two men spread in all directions, scraping off a thick layer of the platform's ground and shattering a large area of the surrounding rocks and trees.
Duan Anluo held the formation tightly and saw his former home destroyed like this. At this moment, he understood Fang Fang, empathized with Fang Fang, became Fang Fang, and secretly cursed the people below: These two beasts!
Si Cang did not pause, his sword skills were still sharp, and he slashed directly at Xiang Wenshu's face!
It still wants his life!
Xiang Wenshu's pupils shrank, and his figure became blurred in an instant, narrowly avoiding the blade.
But the scorching blade still brushed past his cheek, instantly singed a few strands of hair, and a burning pain came from his cheek.
Just as he stabilized his body, Si Cang came after him again!
Chop, hack, poke, stab, wipe, and cut!
Every strike of the sword carries with it the utmost power and speed, the sword technique is fierce and domineering, without any unnecessary frills, only the simplest and most effective killing.
The karmic fire wrapped around the knife drew black tracks in the air as the knife moved. Wherever it passed, even the air was burned and distorted, emitting a soul-shaking breath.
Xiang Wenshu was forced into a defensive position.
His body transformed into a series of ghostly shadows, dodging at high speed on the platform. His hands continuously condensed demonic power to block, and he used various strange magic spells to counterattack.
The spiritual energy and demonic power cut the flat platform into pieces, and the spiritual energy and demonic power collided wildly.
Si Cang became more and more ferocious as the fight went on, and Xiang Wenshu became more and more frightened. Si Cang's spiritual power was obviously almost the same as his, even his soul power was almost the same, but he seemed to be suppressed by Si Cang from the beginning.
The flame carried the power to restrain him. Every time it collided, his demonic power would be burned, causing continuous consumption and pain.
What's even more terrifying is the opponent's fighting spirit and his terrifyingly accurate grasp of timing. It's like they've fought him tens of millions of times, and he can always accurately see his weaknesses. He's determined to kill him, firm and stubborn, with no intention of retreating between life and death.
His opponent completely ignored all his feints and baits, and just attacked him one strike after another, using force to defeat cleverness and simplicity to defeat complexity, forcing him to fight head-on.
The result of the head-on collision was that his blood was constantly churning, his arms were numb, and his demonic power consumption was far greater than that of the other party!
If you defend for too long, you will lose. Xiang Wenshu suddenly seized an opportunity and retreated quickly, making seals with his hands.
The tremendous demonic power soared into the sky, transforming into countless inky black crows, wrapped in demonic energy, like a storm, shooting towards Si Cang from all directions without any dead angles!
Each crow contains the demonic power to tear flesh apart, and is peeled off from his original body.
Duan Anluo clenched his fists nervously in the air. He Xuan asked, "Do you want to help?"
"No need. Stay away from him. He's having a great time playing. Don't get in the way."
He Xuan looked at Si Cang's cold face. With his bird's eyes being so sharp, he could barely see the slight curve of Si Cang's mouth corners.
Facing this overwhelming attack, Si Cang remained unprepared, holding the knife in both hands and standing in front of him.
The mad fire burning on the blade instantly converged inward, and then suddenly burst out, igniting a three-meter-high wall of fire on the entire platform.
All crows that came into contact with the flames, whether they were struck by demonic power or resentment, were ignited by the karmic fire and struggled to death.
After burning, the flame condensed into a knife and swept towards Xiang Wenshu behind him!
Xiang Wenshu felt a fatal threat, and he slammed his hands on the ground. A huge wall several meters thick, made of countless hard rocks and demonic power, rose from the ground and blocked his way.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of stone breaking was heard on the wall, and the stone wall was cut in half, and the flames continued to corrode the inside of the wall.
Xiang Wenshu dodged the attack in a panic, and looked at the line of fire leaving a black crack from where he had just stood, and a thin layer of cold sweat seeped out of his forehead.
If he hadn't dodged quickly, this knife would have seriously injured him.
This can't go on any longer. If we continue to fight, he will most likely be the one to lose.
Xiang Wenshu's eyes flashed with extreme unwillingness and twisted resentment. He stared at Si Cang, who stood there with his knife put away, his breath still steady, but his eyes became increasingly cold. His murderous intent gradually subsided, and he gained the upper hand.
He slowly stood up, forcibly suppressing the demonic power surging within his body and the stinging pain of his burned soul. He forced a twisted smile on his face, "You do have some skills."
His voice was filled with suppressed anger. "I didn't expect to meet an opponent like you in this era of scarce spiritual energy."
He paused, his tone becoming gloomy. "That's all for today. I'll settle our accounts with you someday!"
After saying this, he took a deep look at the surrounding scenery. The space behind him twisted and his figure quickly faded.
Si Cang's ears moved, and he looked in Duan Anluo's direction, his pupils shrinking.
Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang, and a black shadow collided with the transparent light and shadow. The lotus under Duan Anluo's feet exploded, and countless purple thunders struck down from above his head.
Duan Anluo said with a cold face, "Xiao Hei, have you forgotten who your father is? I could beat you five hundred years ago, and I can still beat you now!"
Xiang Wenshu laughed, his voice filled with joy, "Master, I will come to see you again."
Duan Anluo immediately retracted the formation, but he still couldn't control it. The formation was torn apart by the powerful demonic power, and the scenery in front of him changed and became the suburbs again.
Duan Anluo had a cold face and said, "You bastard, you run quite fast."
Si Cang sheathed his sword and waved to Duan Anluo.
Duan Anluo jumped off He Xuan and was caught by Si Cang. "What did you say just now, divorce?"
"No divorce, no divorce, only dogs get divorced!" Duan Anluo held Si Cang's face and wiped the dust off his wife's pretty face. How could she get divorced when she was so handsome?
Si Cang warned him: "Don't ever mention these two words again!"
Duan Anluo raised his hand and swore, "There's no future. I won't mention it again. Only dogs talk nonsense!"
Si Cang was satisfied, this was pretty good.
It’s a pity that I didn’t get to see what Xuanmen looked like before.
Bai Ziyue squatted on the tree, looking down at them from above, "Two brothers, please look at me, I'm still here."
Duan Anluo quickly asked, "Where's Ling Feng?"
Bai Ziyue pointed to the distance and said, "He went after that Lao Deng. Lao Deng's true form is a bull! What a huge one! After the talisman shattered, that man came out and dragged the bull away."
Duan Anluo said anxiously: "Hurry up and get Ling Feng back. That guy surnamed Xiang is not a dog at all. He is not easy to deal with."
Ling Feng said with a cold face, "I came back, but I didn't catch up."
Bai Ziyue was surprised. "No way, you didn't catch up? What the hell are those two? They run so fast?"
Duan Anluo was exhausted. "Let's go back to headquarters and have them send people to investigate the mountain. Those things must not escape."
Ling Feng looked at Duan Anluo in confusion: "Are you the person my ancestors are looking for? I saw someone inside talking about it..."
Duan Anluo nodded in agreement: "Yes, you have found it for your elders now."
Ling Feng had a complicated look in his eyes and didn't know what to say.
At this time, Bai Ziyue whispered to Si Cang: "Boss, should Mendan call you Grandma from now on?"
The author has something to say:
I'm going to write about daily life in my next book. Daily life makes me happy [burst crying] I want to fall in love and write about the emotional line [burst crying] Fighting is too tiring [burst crying]
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