Zarsaktu sneered. "I'm someone who has already died once. I came back from hell and lingered on with my life just to take revenge on the sinners who harmed me. You are not among my enemies. Since you want to get involved and don't listen to my advice, don't blame me for being ruthless! "
His figure was as fast as the wind, and he was in front of Meng Anying in an instant. Not only did he attack with one palm, but he also attacked with several palms. Meng Anying used all his strength and finally stood up straight. His two arms were hanging by his side, limp like cotton. It was difficult for him to lift his sword.
Zasak's momentum was not in vain, and each of his palms hit the vital points of his body. Meng Anying's face became more and more gloomy. He felt as if his internal organs had been turned over and shattered into pieces. Blood spurted out of his mouth. In the eyes of outsiders, it was obvious that his consciousness would dissipate in the next moment and he would collapse into a pile of mud. However, he still stood up with his strong willpower.
Zarsaktu saw him like this. There was admiration in his heart, but there was also a deeper layer of anger. Since he couldn't defeat him with martial arts, he deliberately destroyed him mentally. A cruel smile appeared on his lips. Because his face was covered with a mask, it was difficult to see his true appearance. His eyes were faintly discernible in the dark round hole, making him look even more uncertain. He said coldly, "Kid, I'll advise you one last time. Anlin won't see you. She's pregnant with my child and is now sleeping in bed. You'd better leave as soon as possible. "
Meng Anying's heart sank, but it was still difficult to dispel his instinctive trust in Anlin. He blurted out, "You're talking nonsense! Anlin will never betray me. She won't do anything to hurt me! "Zarsaktu said with a faint smile," I'm talking nonsense? Do you have to wait until the child is born and I bring it to you for you to see before you believe me? "
Meng Anying heard his tone. Although there was mockery, there was no smile. His face immediately twisted in pain. No matter how fierce Zarsaktu's attacks were, they couldn't completely defeat him. But when he heard these words, he instantly went silent like a cicada in the wind and shouted with a grim voice. "Impossible, absolutely impossible … It's surely you who forced An Lin. I … I'll kill you and seek justice for her!" As soon as he moved, Zarsaktu waved his palm and sent him flying like a kite with a broken string. He fell heavily on the ground.
Zarsaktu laughed loudly and said, "How is it? you ignorant kid, you should know how powerful I am now, right? I'll let you pay the price of your life! " Just as he was about to turn around, he saw Meng Anying's arm. His limbs were broken, but he was still struggling. Zaketu took a few steps forward and looked at him with a complicated expression.
.. Zarsaktu's Meng Anying's's's's's's's's...... ........... com..... of ''. said.. "...... . You know you're useless, but you'd rather be covered in wounds to defy fate … In the end, what can you get? " Meng Anying took a deep breath and said, "If I don't see Anlin, I … will never leave … cough cough …"
Zarsaktu couldn't do anything to him. If he wanted to kill him with one palm, it wouldn't be difficult. However, he felt that it would lose some of the pleasure of controlling the whole situation. After a moment of silence, he said, "Alright, I value your tenacity. The land in front of my Sacrifice Shadow Sect has long been abandoned. You can kneel on the ground and use your nose to reclaim it. As long as you can satisfy me within a limited time, I can let you see Anlin. "
Meng Anying gritted his teeth and said, "I can be killed, but not humiliated …!" He thought of how Anlin was so close, but he was so useless. He didn't even have the strength to walk in front of her. However, he knew that this Demon Cult Hierarch was deceitful. Even if he endured the humiliation, he didn't know what excuse he would find to go back on his words. He only opened his mouth and couldn't continue. Zarsaktu didn't give him any time to hesitate. He raised his hand and pressed his head into the mud.
Meng Anying immediately felt a large lump of mud enter his nose and mouth. It was mixed with the smell of blood, causing his breathing to become sluggish. All he could see before him were patches of black mud. His eyelids were covered in large patches and he couldn't open them. A powerful pressure pressed down on his head and forced his head into the mud. He clenched his fists twice and several Sacrifice Shadow Sect disciples appeared from the side. They grabbed his head in a flurry and dragged him forward through the wasteland.
By the time they had finished walking around, Meng Anying's face was already a bloody mess. Every bone in his body was cracked with fine lines, and there were fingernail scratches on the ground. He lay prostrate on the ground like a big dog that had lost all its might. A pair of black boots stopped in front of him. Meng Anying forced his bloodstained eyelids open and looked up.
The owner of the boots sized him up from above and suddenly raised his head to laugh. "Brat, your willpower is not small. But with your current sloppy appearance, I'm afraid you don't want Anlin to see it, right? Let her see that her senior martial brother is nothing more than a little tramp rolling around in the mud. Tell me, will she still love you? I'll spare your life. Come and challenge this seat again when your martial arts are refined! By then, Anlin and I will have many children and grandchildren. We'll have a few more witnesses. "After venting his anger, he waved his hand and said," Withdraw! "
The Sacrifice Shadow Sect disciples lined up neatly along the way and went around Meng Anying. There were even some who directly stepped over his head and pretended to be careless when they landed on the ground. They kicked his head and left while sniggering. The group gradually went further away, no longer paying attention to this person who was lying stiffly on the ground and looked like he would die in the blink of an eye.
Meng Anying's eyes were burning with anger. He clenched his teeth so hard that blood continued to seep out from between his teeth. He clenched his fists with all his might, and one could even see the bluish-white color between his fingers. This was the "humiliation of Gai Xia" that he still could not forget. Looking at the magnificent palace in front of him, he secretly swore in his heart that sooner or later, he would personally raze this place to the ground. Watching Zaketu and the other Demon Sect disciples kneel and beg for mercy at his feet, he would still be unmoved and kill them one by one.
Meng Anying had always been a loner since he was young. Instead, his heart surged with even stronger thoughts and deeply suppressed dignity. In order to achieve his future goals, he simply ignored the mission his master gave him and holed himself up in his room all day, studying the few secret books of the Sacrifice Shadow Sect that he had painstakingly obtained. He hoped that he could quickly understand the profound mysteries within and save Anlin. As for whether or not he could dominate the Jianghu and become the world's number one martial artist, that was another matter. The information he had was pitifully little, but after accumulating for a long time, he actually managed to practice it quite well.
He had always been an extremely patient person, and he believed that "ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge". However, when he thought of Chu Anlin and her weak and pitiful appearance, how could he leave her alone in that gloomy demon's den for ten years? Therefore, whenever he felt that his martial arts had made some progress, he would immediately look for Zaketu to spar with. The results were more or less the same. Within a few moves, he would suffer a crushing defeat.
Several months later, he heard that the Demon Sect had another unique martial art called the Great Demonic Art. It was divided into two stages, "Disintegration" and "Body Splitting". When using the Disintegration Art, one's potential could be multiplied. It was especially useful when dealing with people who were stronger than oneself. Therefore, Zaketu had never tasted defeat since his debut.
As for the "Body Splitting", it was the most sinister and ruthless martial art. It could make the human body break through its own limits and completely merge with the demonic nature. It would destroy the opponent as quickly as possible at all costs. However, this move had a fatal weakness. Because it would cause too much damage to the meridians in the body, once it was executed, the user would die from exhaustion. It could be said to be the last ultimate move to take down the enemy with you.
However, because most swordsmen sought victory and sought survival, they disdained to die with the enemy. Therefore, although the Body Splitting Technique was passed down, according to historical records, no one had officially used it until now. However, to really master this martial art, one had to have an extremely deep martial arts background and attainments in internal energy. Later on, when Manor Lord Ping developed pills, he was inspired by this technique. The two had the same effect through different means. It could be used to take pills and avoid the problem of first becoming an internal expert.
Meng Anying accidentally obtained the secret manual of the Great Demonic Art. However, at the top, there were mostly diagrams and very few words. There was only a red line in her body that circulated and spread through her meridians. Without anyone to guide her, Meng Anying could only rely on her own comprehension. Moreover, the martial art she learned was so complex and profound, so she could not make any breakthroughs. Moreover, even if she could master it, he did not want to leave her alone in the world. This was not only an excuse, but also a heavy barrier in his heart.
Zarsaketu took care of Chu Anlin every day. He arranged all the daily chores for her. However, she seemed to have a strong interest in the sect's library. She forgot to eat and sleep and buried herself in the books all day long. Zarsaketu was extremely jealous. He guessed that the reason why Anlin was so cold to him was probably because she could not forget Meng Anying.
Everyone had jealousy. Regardless of gender, it was equally terrifying when it flared up. Zarsaketu was not used to the existence of that "Meng brat". Every time he used the martial arts competition to vent his anger, he would beat him until his face was swollen and his arms were broken. As his resentment gradually deepened, his attacks on Meng Anying also became heavier with his internal strength. Meng Anying's injuries worsened each time, but she still persevered. Instead, she shortened the time between each challenge.
This made Zarsaketu even more furious. One day, after sending Meng Anying away, he returned to the bedroom and saw Chu Anlin reading hard at the table. He thought to himself, "I'm working so hard for you. However, in your heart, you can't forget that brat. "
With the joy of revenge, he purposely dragged out his words, "Anlin, I won another battle just now. Do you know who he is? It is your little lover Meng Anying. He said that he wanted to save you, but didn't I grab his neck and easily subdue him? However, such a competition with a predetermined outcome is too boring. Slowly, it is not something I look forward to anymore. Why don't I officially take his life next time … "
While he spoke, he stared at Chu Anlin to see how she would react. Most likely, she would curse at him at first, and then plead with him in a gentle and soft voice. At that time, he could make use of the chance to make more requests to bind her to his side such that she would never be able to escape.
Just as he was planning in the dark, Chu Anlin didn't even raise her head, "Oh, if he wants to come, then let him come. What does it have to do with me?" Her tone was really cold like she was talking about a small matter.
Zarsaketu was shocked. He didn't know whether or not she was trying to confuse him. He had fought hundreds of battles to get to where he was today. He had gone through numerous life and death situations, and his mind was far better than normal people. Hence, even in front of the woman he loved, he wouldn't lose his mind. He probed, "Why, you don't care? Isn't that brat your most respected Senior Brother? "
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