Martial Cultivator

With a spluttering sound, that daoist spurted a mouthful of blood and was sent flying, crashing through a family's courtyard wall. Then, he fell into the debris. A cry of alarm came from over there, but it quickly subsided.

There was a couple in that courtyard. The woman looked at the shattered courtyard wall, looked at the daoist lying in the ruins, and was very shocked. The scream earlier was precisely by her. At this moment, her mouth was tightly covered by the man next to her. She could not make a sound at this moment, but she bit the man's hand, causing fresh blood to drip continuously.

The man ignored the pain, he just looked at the dying daoist who was lying in the ruins with delight in his eyes.

He was even considering whether to get a kitchen knife to hack this fellow dead. But after thinking about it, he dropped the idea.

Some things would probably bring a great disaster once done.

But after being oppressed for so long, he really wanted to revolt too.

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The battle on the street continued.

After drawing his saber, two daoists had already arrived next to Chen Chao. After sending one flying, the other's whisk was also coming down at his head with a terrifying might. However, with a streak of saber light flashed past, a trace of blood appeared on the daoist's neck. Blood flowed out continuously, quickly staining his daoist robe. He let go of the whisk and held his neck with both hands, his eyes filled with fear and unwillingness.

But a moment later, he also fell to the ground like a lump of mud.

Chen Chao did not look at him but instead welcomed the two other daoists. Swinging his broken saber with force, a brilliant saber light shot out, dividing heaven and earth. The street was instantly fissured. The daoist standing in the middle of the street was sliced apart by the strike, his body instantly splitting in half, with blood splattering everywhere.

The scene was very gruesome.

The young man who was dragged to the back saw this scene and his eyes widened. How could he have expected that the black-clad young man before him could be so strong?

Actually, to the casual observer, the two of them appeared to be around the same age.

Chen Chao continued to advance and the remaining daoists also rushed forward.

His previous killing had completely infuriated these usually pampered and privileged cultivators. They had long forgotten what was fear, or perhaps had none to begin with. At this moment, all they could think of was killing Chen Chao here and avenging their fellow disciples.

Or perhaps it was not about avenging their fellow disciples, but simply because they felt humiliated, so they wanted to end this humiliation.

In the distance, when the county chief witnessed the gruesome scene, how could he still say anything? He desperately wished to leave immediately and did not want to stay for a second longer. Except, his two legs had turned to jelly at this moment, how could he walk?

One of the constables next to him had sharp eyes and quickly helped the county chief up. He could see clearly that if he did not help, this county chief might completely collapse and be unable to stand up again.

The county chief's complexion turned deathly pale. Seeing this scene, he spoke with fear in his heart, "Where did this god of slaughter come from?"

The constable's expression was also very ugly as he looked at the county chief beside him, "How would this lowly official know? However, it seems like he came prepared. Could he be the enemy of these immortal masters?"

His voice was very soft, afraid of being overheard. But little did he know that the daoist in the green robes had a profound cultivation. How could this bit of sound escape his ears?

He took a look at that constable and crushed him to death with a single hand.

He casually tossed the dead body. The corpse smashed through the side wall of the courtyard and fell into a deep well inside.

This time, there was no sound at all.

The civilians over there trembled and did not dare to speak.

The county chief who had no one to support him could no longer hold on. He quickly plopped down, his expression becoming extremely ugly. It actually turned somewhat purple.

The constables standing by the side dared not make any moves either. They even wanted to retreat, but they did not dare to act rashly. They were also terrified that the green-robed daoist might take his anger out on them later.

Enduring a beating would be one thing, but if they were caught by the green-robed daoist, they would probably lose their lives.

"Worthless! All a bunch of worthless trash!"

Watching two more daoists being hacked to death by Chen Chao's saber, the green-robed daoist could no longer hold himself back.

He took a step forward. A gust of wind blew on the streets and his daoist robes fluttered in the wind.

He casually tossed several talismans out. After those talismans were suspended in mid-air, they suddenly burst into fierce flames and instantly rushed towards Chen Chao.

However, in the next moment, a saber light swiped by, forcibly creating a passageway through the large fire.

The black-clad youth emerged from within, then arrived in front of him.

After the green-robed daoist threw the talismans out, he formed hand seals to unleash his next attack. But at this moment, Chen Chao had already arrived in front of him. He threw a punch out and directly caused the daoist's shoulder to emit a crack. His bones shattered and he naturally could not form seals with his hands anymore.

Enduring the excruciating pain, the green-robed daoist looked at the young martial artist before him and cursed, "Where did this uncouth martial artist come from?!"

Chen Chao smiled and said, "Not telling you."

Done talking, he slapped the temples of the green-robed daoist's head with his saber. In an instant, it left this daoist who had lived a comfortable life feeling dazed and unable to focus his mind anymore.

Without hesitation, Chen Chao smashed the daoist's other shoulder with his saber. A similar sound came from here too.

His bones over here also shattered.

Enduring the pain, the green-robed daoist quickly raised his hand, attempting to land a palm strike. But his movements were extremely sluggish. When he raised his hand, Chen Chao's fist landed on his chest, dispersing his qi entirely.

The green-robed daoist spat out a large mouthful of blood, his entire body becoming extremely weak, and his complexion turning even worse.

Only then, did Chen Chao slowly sheath his saber. Holding the daoist's head down, he asked with a smile, "A Divine Trove cultivator like you, have you never seen the world before?"

From the very beginning, the outcome of this battle had been destined. The opponent had greatly underestimated him. Even though he had recognized his status as a martial artist, he actually did not take him seriously. As a result, the final outcome was easily predictable.

Facing a martial artist in close combat, the green-robed daoist's fate was bound to be grim – that much was certain.

Chen Chao held the daoist's head and asked, "Did you tell me previously that you're the Great Liang's law in this Rainwater Commandery?"

At this moment, the green-robed daoist was just continuously spitting out blood, how could he still say anything? He lifted his head, eyes filled with resentment, but he could not say a word at this moment, looking very miserable.

Chen Chao looked at him and smiled.