Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 120 - 117: Spare Lives, Unexpected Complications

Chapter 120: Chapter 117: Spare Lives, Unexpected Complications

Li Yuankang felt an intense pain that struck at his heart, forcing himself to endure the discomfort as he let out a painful roar and scraped his foot against the ground.

His figure rapidly retreated more than ten yards.

It seemed that his mastery of the Buddha Sect stepping technique was quite good, at least much more exquisite than his fist technique and weapons...

As fast as he retreated, Zhou Ping’an pursued even faster.

With a sword in hand, Zhou Ping’an lunged forward as if merging with the moonlight, a hazy sword shadow slashing swiftly ahead.

The sword light was barely visible at first, but as it reached Li Yuankang’s neck, a bright and intense light suddenly flared from the blade.

After achieving great mastery in the Ninth Turning of Wave Subduing, his sword technique had become even more intricate.

The sword seemed soft and ethereal when swung, impossible to predict where it would fall, but when it struck, it was with the power of the ninth level strength.

Nothing could withstand it; nothing was uncuttable.

The corner of Li Yuankang’s eye caught a glimpse of the shining sword flash, and everything around him seemed to fall into silence, hearing nothing, yet his heart sensed extreme danger.

Following his instincts, he flicked his sleeve and shot out a fine steel folding fan, blocking instinctively and countering in one motion.

His elbow dropped, shielding his head and face.

"Shh..."

The sword light sliced through.

Zhou Ping’an only felt a heavy resistance in the sword in his hand.

Halfway through the slash, it seemed to lose power and could not cut any deeper...

The fine steel folding fan, having blocked for just a split second, was immediately sliced in two.

However, Li Yuankang’s King of Light’s Golden Body Technique was indeed incredibly tough and hard to injure.

The residual force of the sword cut only managed to slice through the skin and sever the tendons, but when it reached the bone, it only cut halfway before it could not advance any further.

At the same time, there was a massive rebounding force that vibrated outward.

The sword rebounded.

Zhou Ping’an let out a deep shout, sank into his hips, twisted at the waist, and his arm extended an additional three inches like a spirit snake, with the muscular waves rolling forward like waves.

This time, he utilized the Flicking Force.

Using the Arm-Extending Technique, he exerted force again as the power was on the verge of exhaustion...

The sword rebounded half an inch, then immediately slashed down again at a faster speed.

Strength met with fierce resistance.

Li Yuankang’s Qi-Blood circulated to the limit, and at this point, he could no longer react.

The forearm that had been sliced in half couldn’t hold on any longer.

A faint metallic ringing could be heard.

A section of his forearm was thrown backward as the sword light continued forward, cutting another large wound on his neck.

"Aow..."

After losing an arm, terror was evident in Li Yuankang’s eyes this time.

The black Qi steaming from his head also diminished significantly.

The ferocity of demonic intent was so diminished it was almost like it was frightened away.

"Zhou Ping’an, I have no grudges against you, why must you be so ruthless?"

"Spare me, and in Qingyang City, you can do as you please without any obstacles."

"Hmph!"

He didn’t have time to turn around and faced Zhou Ping’an, but his feet moved with astonishing speed. In a flash, he retreated over ten yards, rapidly making a promise.

He intended to make Zhou Ping’an let go of the killing intent.

"You’re saying this too late," Zhou Ping’an said with a light laugh.

His sword swung around his body, its light fierce, transforming into a piercing cold moonlight that stabbed straight at Li Yuankang’s heart.

This time, faster than him, was the Green Lady.

The Green Lady had been momentarily confused by greed a moment earlier but now, coming to her senses, she was furious and ashamed.

Even though she was aware of the trickery of the Five Desires Demon, she had still fallen for it.

For a woman who held herself in high esteem, aspiring to become the Holy Maiden and even to reach higher levels one day, this was utterly unbearable.

She didn’t even speak. With a sweep of her wide sleeve, her fingers flicked, and several barely visible thin needles disappeared into the night sky.

Li Yuankang sensed something was wrong, but could only tilt his head slightly. His left eye was suddenly in pain, and amidst the spurting blood, two thin needles had struck.

This time, the pain might have numbed him.

With only his right eye able to see the moonlight, Li Yuankang could barely tell which way he was going. His feet didn’t stop; crying out, he turned towards the city and ran as fast as he could.

Even when Zhou Ping’an’s sword stabbed into his back, making a long gash that almost pierced through, he ignored it.

He simply relied on the black Qi and the tough orange skin to endure it.

He had lost all will to fight.

Gone was the crazy killing intent and possessiveness from before.

"His body really is tough," Zhou Ping’an observed.

After several slashes and a stab,

Zhou Ping’an had tested the limits of Li Yuankang’s body’s endurance.

He knew that unless he struck the same spot twice, it would be difficult to truly penetrate and kill his opponent.

One could only say that the training of the King of Light’s Golden Body Method was of a different nature than the cultivation technique of the "Purifying Lotus Body" that he himself practiced.

"Purifying World Lotus Body" primarily strengthens the root bone, focusing on the power of explosive force.

As for the defense, it left much to be desired.

On the other hand, the "King of Light’s Golden Body Method" Li Yuankang practiced focused entirely on defense and constitution, offering little to no power enhancement.

Therefore, although it wasn’t too strong on the offensive front,

it was frustratingly resilient.

He couldn’t really be killed in two or three moves, and if he came across an attack he couldn’t block, he could still endure it with brute force.

Zhou Ping’an’s multiple full-force attacks, other than severing Li Yuankang’s left arm, only resulted in several large gashes on his body that did not hit vital areas, so he was still able to run around in panic.

As for the Green Lady.

It became even more awkward.

Aside from the beginning, when facing Li Yuankang, she had used the Thousand-Handed Guanyin Technique to shoot out fine needles that blinded Li Yuankang’s left eye, after that, she achieved nothing.

A sword tip touched Li Yuankang’s body, only cutting through the oil skin, not even penetrating the fascia.

"There is still time, so let’s take it slow."

As several people pursued him, they covered dozens of yards in a flash, and soon they saw the city walls and the bright golden light suddenly rising from the backyard of the County Yamen.

Zhou Ping’an’s heart tightened, and his sword light sank.

He made a swift, ground-skimming slash.

This time, he was not seeking a fatal blow in one strike.

Countless sword lights turned into a surge of sword light waves, crashing onto Li Yuankang’s right leg.

They slashed right through the hollow of his knee.

And took off another calf.

Li Yuankang, who had intended to leap up and rush into the city, let out another painful howl as he planted face-first into the city wall, creating a large dent and nearly collapsing the wall.

Zhou Ping’an’s sword light turned, transforming into an expanse of azure waves, sweeping down once more.

This time, he had figured it out.

Not aiming for a single blow, even a thousand or ten thousand slashes could kill Li Yuankang on the spot in a short amount of time.

After all, with one leg broken, he wouldn’t be able to run fast or unload the power.

The sword momentum had just descended.

"Spare his life under your sword."

A deep shout rang out from ahead, and the golden light that had been in the distance was now only dozens of yards away in the blink of an eye.

Faster than the light was seven or eight gusts of sharp wind, almost like sniper bullets, shooting in front of him.

Blocking his way forward.

Long white streaks were drawn in the night sky.

’Is this the True Qi Realm?’

Zhou Ping’an felt a faint sense of crisis in his heart.

He had no choice but to retract his sword to protect himself. With nine revolutions of soft strength, his sword sliced and parried to dissipate the force while shifting from charging forward to retreating. He backstepped seven or eight paces before he could smash the prayer beads in front of him into powder.

Looking at his sword, there were already several fine dents.

Although he was shocked by the power of the True Qi attached to the opponent’s attack, he also had some confidence.

It was not impossible to fight.

Golden light was approaching extremely fast...

Just as Zhou Ping’an had stepped back, an old monk appeared on the city wall, with withered hair, a thin body clad in earthy yellow monk’s robes.

His landing stirred no dust.

Compared to the Divine Feet Technique used by Li Yuankang.

The old monk, whether it was speed or the grasp of lightness and heaviness, was all very adept; standing there, as still as the depths, not even the night wind could penetrate, as if the golden light that had just rushed over like an arrow had nothing to do with him.

Zhou Ping’an also noticed.

Different from Li Yuankang and even different from Gao Jin, the head of the Black Mountain Bandits, the golden light flowed like water over the skin of the old monk, incessantly, as if he was wearing a golden garment.

"It is better to spare those who can be spared."

The old monk stood two yards in front of Li Yuankang, blocking Zhou Ping’an’s pursuit, and said calmly, "I am monk Guangming, Benefactor Zhou, Yuankang’s disciple has been troubled by inner demons, and his actions have inevitably gone too far.

Today, he has lost an arm and a leg, and one of his eyes is also severely injured; he has been punished. Wouldn’t it be better to stop here?"

With these words, not only did Zhou Ping’an frown deeply.

Even the Green Lady couldn’t help feeling so angry she almost cursed aloud...

Now, they had already understood that Li Yuankang was clearly the Five Desires Demon who practiced demonic cultivation.

Having cultivated demonic arts to this extent, without asking, one would know that he had blood on his hands and committed many evils.

That’s beside the point.

The most important thing was that in tonight’s battle, they had ambushed him, exposed his identity, and seriously injured his limbs, even chopping off two pieces of his flesh.

With such deep hatred, could they let it go?

Eradicating evil is not just talk.

That is because if evil is not eradicated completely, it may result in an extreme backlash, and more innocents might become victims.

"I cannot, master. You come from a prestigious sect; I do not understand why you would protect such a devil head. Is there perhaps some unspeakable secret hidden within?"

Zhou Ping’an shook his head.

Sword in hand, his voice turned cold.

Had it been someone else, they might have been intimidated by the old monk’s power and would have found an excuse to temporarily drop the issue.

But that was not his character.

Some things, once started, should be finished; there is no reason to stop halfway.

"You had your chance to live, but you didn’t want it. What a pity."

The old monk looked full of compassion, his footwork seeming to shrink the earth beneath him; with one step, he covered thirty feet and arrived in front of Zhou Ping’an.

He raised his hand high, then flipped his palm down in a pressing motion.

Boom...

Beneath the moonlight, as that palm imprint descended, a thunderous roar seemed to come from the air, with the howling wind from all directions converging into a virtual, yet solid, Buddhist palm.

[Great Subduing Demon Palm.]

Zhou Ping’an had heard Lin Huaiyu speak of the night they attacked the County Warden’s Mansion.

At that time, Lin Huaiyu had already experienced the old monk’s skill, having taken three moves before quickly fleeing.

According to her, in a contest of strength, she was no match for the old monk.

She could only cope by relying on the extreme softness of the Ninth Turning of Wave Subduing.

Feeling the strength within that palm imprint, Zhou Ping’an had to admit that Lin Huaiyu’s assessment was correct.

With his current cultivation, Zhou Ping’an had a strength of 4,500 pounds, and when he activated the Purifying World Lotus to its limit, bursting with nine times his strength, he only had just over 40,000 pounds.

This was still the theoretical limit of his attack strength.

Considering that his body might not handle it, the actual attack power he could exert might be even less.