Martial Cultivator

When Chen Chao entered the crowd, most of the cultivators' first reaction was being dumbfounded.

While they were stunned, Chen Chao had already made his move. The broken saber in his hand quickly swept across the chest of one of the cultivators, causing blood flowers to bloom.

Regarding what would happen in the future, it actually did not need to be considered at all. How those foreign cultivators would think after leaving this ancient ruin was not important either. What needed to be done right now was simply to survive. It would be foolish to be constrained by other worries and end up dying here.

Chen Chao's fist smashed toward a cultivator who had reacted. The punch landed on the cultivator's shoulder, immediately producing the sound of bones cracking. The cultivator naturally flew backward and fell into the midst of the crowd.

It was not that Chen Chao was arrogant. These cultivators spent their days cultivating in their respective sects. Most of their thoughts and actions revolved around arduous cultivation. How could they have experienced real combat? They were also completely unfamiliar with life-and-death situations. It could be said that they did not know how to kill or engage in combat.

How to achieve the greatest results with the least effort was something Chen Chao had been contemplating during those past few years. These cultivators probably had never even considered such matters.

So, when Chen Chao saw their reactions, it was like an adult looking at children.

Chen Chao casually dragged a heavily injured cultivator over, placing him in front of himself. This action happened to allow the injured cultivator to absorb the heavy blows from other cultivators.

The magic artifacts struck the cultivator's head, causing blood to flow instantly.

Chen Chao let go and that cultivator slumped down like a puddle of mud.

He died in the hands of the other cultivators, but this would definitely be blamed on Chen Chao in the end.

Chen Chao paid no heed and just evaded the close calls of attacks. He then grabbed that person's wrist and exerted force. The wrist bone naturally snapped.

That person winced in pain, but his other hand formed a fist and smashed toward Chen Chao's head.

Chen Chao extended his left hand and exchanged a punch with him. With a muffled groan, that person's bones shattered. Some white bones poked through the flesh and blood, looking very miserable.

"How could this be?" That person was somewhat dazed and even more puzzled, because he was a martial artist too.

He normally tempered his body diligently. He knew he could not cultivate those daoist techniques and was also looked down upon within his sect. Therefore, he had always cultivated tirelessly, with the hope of advancing further someday. Even if not respected, others had to fear or be in awe of him.

Because of this, he had been very confident in himself, thinking that even if he was inferior to this Great Liang Dynasty martial artist, he should not lose easily.

But little did he expect that a simple exchange of punches would end in his defeat.

Such a straightforward defeat.

Disgust flickered in Chen Chao's eyes. This was the first time he had clearly revealed his emotions.

This emotion resembled what he had shown when he scolded those students by the lake at the academy.

Similarly martial artists, similarly looked down upon by those foreign cultivators, so why was he still working for those people?

Chen Chao did not think too much. After throwing a punch out, his other hand gripped the broken saber and chopped his head off straightforwardly.

Blood splattered, landing on many people's faces.

The scent of blood pervaded the air.

Countless faces were stained with blood, but they paid no attention because their eyes had already turned red.

Chen Chao furrowed his brows. After killing several people with lightning-means, he was rather surprised, because he did not see the results he desired..

Those cultivators did not retreat, they did not even hesitate.

They rushed towards him one after another.

Chen Chao felt something was amiss.

Human nature could be frenzied, but it was also cowardly.

When people realized that what they wanted to do would come at a great price, they would definitely develop fear. Once they started to fear, they would retreat.

But the current situation was different. Suddenly, they all turned into fearless fanatics.

Chen Chao noticed that their eyes were filled with bloodshot veins, making them look like a blood-red spider's web.

Something was off.

Chen Chao kicked one of the cultivators away and began looking for an opportunity to withdraw.

He was not that peerless martial artist and these cultivators were also not the demons.

But it continued like this, his outcome might be the same as that peerless martial artist - dying here, his flesh and blood being feasted upon.

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Countless people were rushing towards Chen Chao, but nobody noticed that inside those coffins, the blood on the burial shrouds was gradually disappearing.

Blood would not vanish out of the blue, it would only flow downward. The corpse burial shrouds were wrapped around dead bodies that had already turned into white bones. Presently, the white bones were stained in blood, and also absorbing the blood.

Suddenly, in one of the coffins, a bony claw abruptly shot up!

Then, another one.

After a moment, a skeleton sat up.

The skeleton gazed into the distance, and within its skull, two eerie green glows flickered, resembling a pair of eyes from hell.

A moment later, the skeleton stood up and walked out of the coffin.

At the same time, inside countless graves, countless skeletons were climbing up. They all had a pair of eerie green light in their eyes, and they walked out of their coffins one after another.

Even the graves that had not been excavated yet were splintering at this moment. Numerous cracks formed for no reason.

Countless skeletons crawled out of these graves.

Then, the entire cemetery began to tremble.

Countless skeletons, wrapped in burial shrouds, emitted teeth-chattering cries at the same time!

"JEEEEEE--"

In the cemetery, the ground continued to split open, and things started emerging from it.

Chen Chao was the first to notice this anomaly. Looking at this scene, his expression became much more solemn.

He had never felt this afraid before, not even when facing those other cultivators.

But at that moment, he really felt quite scared.

The skeletons emitted an aura that was terrifying even to him.

These were the corpses of countless ancient powerhouses. Although he did not know how they would behave now, he was certain that they were not normal.

Soon, these things emerged.

Like mushrooms after rain, one rusty war sword after another began to surface from the ground.

These war swords were severely damaged, some could not even be called swords anymore, just pieces of metal. Despite that, a chilling aura spread out from here.

The entire cemetery was teeming with this murderous aura.

Countless skeletons virtually gripped the hilts of a war sword at the same time.

The skeletons clung tightly to the war sword and slowly pulled them out.

The sound of sword cries rang out.

These sword cries were mournful, giving a feeling of great oppression to those who heard them.

The cultivators watched this scene in a trance, their minds swaying.

Chen Chao was the first to snap out of it. Without looking back, he began running into the distance.