Martial Cultivator

The figure of the divine officer began to blur and became indistinct.

Chen Chao stepped on a piece of the cliff, leaping onto the sea of clouds. A saber light that stretched for thousands of feet suddenly appeared in front of Chen Chao, and then it fell violently. The sea of clouds instantly parted, the thick clouds torn apart as if they were piece after piece of tattered cloth.

The celestial gate standing deep in the sea of clouds instantly shattered.

The white tiger did not do anything from start to end, and dissipated just like that.

The figure of the middle-aged daoist reappeared in Chen Chao's sight.

This great daoist sage from the Infatuation Daoist Temple looked at Chen Chao and said, "Although it's borrowed cultivation, it can compare to an ordinary Nepenthe martial artist."

As he spoke, he flicked his fingers slightly, and the shredded sea of clouds began to fluctuate violently.

The technique he had previously used was the Infatuation Daoist Temple's magic spell that was not passed down, which had extremely high requirements for cultivators. Ordinary cultivators could not possibly learn such secret arts. Only individuals who were as talented as him could discover the true meaning in those obscure incantations. It was not that the middle-aged daoist was conceited, even within the Infatuation Daoist Temple, even across the entire Dao society, it was impossible for there to be a second person who was more familiar with this secret art than him.

However, he had only displayed this secret method once since he started cultivating. What made it even more unbearable was that casting it this time, he still failed to achieve the desired result.

The middle-aged daoist said indifferently, "The divine officer, talisman officer, white tiger, and immortal attendants, are all part of a grand array. Under this grand array, I'm afraid there are not many cultivators who can break through."

Chen Chao remained silent. Right when the middle-aged daoist was saying this, the old qi within his body dissipated, and the conversion of qi completed. He took a step forward, striding through the sea of clouds, causing the entire world to tremble with the movement of this martial artist.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged daoist remained unperturbed. He swept his sleeves, and strong winds gushed out from between the folds, dispersing the sea of clouds.

Chen Chao was bare-chested in the first place. At this moment, he merely had his hair flutter as the strong winds blew past.

The middle-aged daoist shook his head, and his fingertip suddenly turned as black as ink.

With a gentle point, the entire world began to change quietly.

Previously, when the girl made her move, the golden sand spilled from the pot, turning the entire valley into a dazzling golden hue. Now, as the middle-aged daoist swiped his finger, the entire world was cast into the shade.

This was one of Daoism's secret art, Dimming of Heaven and Earth.

Chen Chao paid no attention to the changing scenery around him; he merely took a step forward, only to find that his movements had become somewhat sluggish.

The mysteries of this magic spell were truly bizarre.

Furrowing his brows, Chen Chao hesitated no more. The qi within his body surged, and then he took a step out. The entire world which was like an ink painting, suddenly trembled violently, as if it was about to shatter at any moment.

A clear whistle emitted from the middle-aged daoist's mouth.

Countless sound waves rippled in the ink painting landscape like layers of waves in a mountain and water painting.

Chen Chao raised his head.

Martial artists could not cultivate magic spells, so there were no so-called magic spells to cast. Even encountering these things, they could only break through with force.

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A dazzling saber light appeared in the ink landscape. In just an instant, a crack appeared in the midst of it, followed closely by the figure of the young martial artist.

Ink seemed to be dripping from the broken saber in his hand.

The middle-aged daoist drifted backward.

As he retreated, a landscape of black and white completely faded, and the world returned to normal once again.

Chen Chao pursued closely, like a comet, drawing a long snow-white line between heaven and earth.

The two met again, barely ten feet apart.

The middle-aged daoist looked at him, somewhat puzzled. "Even if you have stepped into the Nepenthe realm, the gap between us should still be very significant."

As the so-called Great Liberation Realm within the Nepenthe realm, which was also the end of Nepenthe the middle-aged daoist was not what ordinary Nepenthe Realm cultivators could compare to. In the entire world, there were only a handful of people who were qualified to be his opponents. But among these few, Chen Chao's name was definitely not among them.

In other words, even if Chen Chao relied on some kind of secret art to elevate his cultivation realm and could now fight against the middle-aged daoist, it was impossible for him to reach this endpoint all of a sudden.

Hence, this doubt had always been hidden in his heart.

Chen Chao was silent.

He also did not know the principle behind it. The young girl had just extended her hand and told him that he had the time it took for an incense stick to burn, and he felt that his realm had risen by leaps and bounds, allowing him to battle the middle-aged daoist. But the details were hard to explain.

But one thing was clear to Chen Chao: that young girl was definitely more than just Nepenthe Realm.

Were there definitely supreme powerhouses above the Nepenthe Realm?

At least before the endless years, the Nepenthe realm was not the end of cultivation.

With these thoughts in mind, Chen Chao snapped back to reality, his broken saber swinging non-stop. This time, he would not let the middle-aged daoist get away from him.

The middle-aged daoist had no expression on his face. "Even if you used a secret art to elevate yourself, what happens when the secret art is over?" "All those years of bitter cultivation would be in vain, what a shame."

Chen Chao, this martial artist held in such high regard by the Great Liang Dynasty, would undoubtedly be an important character in the future of the Great Liang Dynasty. However, after today's battle, regardless of the outcome, Chen Chao's path ahead would likely be cut off.

Perhaps this was even more difficult to accept than his death.

Chen Chao elbowed the middle-aged daoist's chin and said, "I don't know about other things, but at this moment, if you were to die here, I'm afraid you would be the one feeling regretful."

From their current positions and importance in the entire world, no matter what, the middle-aged daoist would definitely be a more important existence than Chen Chao.

If he died, the Infatuation Daoist Temple would be furious, but they would also find it unbelievable.

Even if in the end, Chen Chao had to trade his own life for his, they would find it unacceptable.

The middle-aged daoist dodged Chen Chao's fatal blow by tilting his head, then swiped his finger with a sharp movement, leaving a faint blood mark on Chen Chao's cheek.

After the bloodstain appeared, drops of blood naturally fell.

Chen Chao looked at him with a strange expression in his eyes.

It was not fear in those eyes.

The middle-aged daoist said, "Even if you can kill me in the end, do you dare to kill me?"

This question was extremely practical. As a prominent figure of the Infatuation Daoist Temple, he had a respected status and was the most important figure aside from the temple master. If he were to die at Chen Chao's hands today, how would the Infatuation Daoist Temple react? How would the entire Dao society react? How would the cultivators in the entire foreign lands react?!

Could someone of his stature be killed so easily?

The middle-aged daoist opened his eyes and asked again, "Killing me would mean the entire Great Liang Dynasty has to be buried with me."

This statement was not a bluff. Perhaps there was indeed such a possibility. If he were to die here, the entire Great Liang Dynasty would likely be in upheaval. In that case, Chen Chao might become a great sinner of the entire Great Liang Dynasty.

Chen Chao said calmly, "No matter what, I probably won't be the one who loses out."

"Besides, if I could really kill you, you'd probably feel extremely ashamed of your life before your death, right?"

Chen Chao had a mocking smile on his face.

The middle-aged daoist took in this scene entirely, his expression becoming extremely ugly. Indeed, this was more painful than killing him. A figure like him being killed by someone like Chen Chao would definitely be a disgrace once the news spread. In fact, having this battle spread would already be a humiliation to him.

So he could not allow Chen Chao to live. He must kill him here.

But facing this martial artist at the moment, he stood no chance at all.

Although he did not want to admit it at this moment, it was a fact that he had been suppressed by him all this while.

"What exactly is there below the cliff?!"

The middle-aged daoist's emotions fluctuated. As a prominent figure, he naturally had keen observational skills. Chen Chao's current state must be supported by something at the bottom.

Chen Chao sneered, "Your mother is down there!"

He swung the broken saber in his hand, chopping down heavily on the middle-aged daoist's shoulder.

Blood instantly bloomed there, like an extremely vivid flower in full bloom.

The daoist robe had long been damaged when resisting the oppression of heaven and earth earlier, and at this moment, compared to before, it had no defensive capability at all.

The middle-aged daoist's expression turned ugly.

In such close proximity to Chen Chao, he could fully feel the pressure that Chen Chao was exerting on him. That pressure did not come from Chen Chao himself, but from the aura within his body.

It was that aura that directly raised Chen Chao's realm to its current level, but that aura was not an ordinary one.

The middle-aged daoist sensed a power that made his heart palpitate.

What exactly was it?

He felt a little dazed.

In that moment of absentmindedness, Chen Chao's second strike fell, and the boundless saber light bloomed here, heading towards the middle-aged daoist's head.

If this strike could land on the middle-aged daoist's neck, he would undoubtedly die here.

Without a doubt.

But in the next moment, the middle-aged daoist's neck began to be covered in creeping vines, and his entire body turned into a piece of wood.

Chen Chao's saber cut through it with one slash.

The cut wood fell into the valley.

Chen Chao raised his head.

The middle-aged daoist was already nowhere to be seen.

"Not everything goes as you wish."

A voice suddenly rang in Chen Chao's ears!

A boundless aura instantly collided with Chen Chao's back.

The boundless qi surged, intending to destroy Chen Chao's body.

The middle-aged daoist's complexion turned pale, his eyes narrowed slightly. After all, he was an old daoist who had cultivated for many years and mastered countless daoist secret techniques. The current move was one of his techniques.

Unfortunately, Chen Chao also suddenly turned around. In front of the mighty qi, he thrust his blade into the middle-aged daoist's heart.

The middle-aged daoist was somewhat stunned, then dazed.

He could not figure out how Chen Chao still had the strength to deliver a strike at this moment.

Chen Chao pulled out the broken saber in his hand and thrust it in again, repeating this process bib0stio.

"To hell with your Infatuation Daoist Temple! If you want to kill Your Father, Your Father will kill you today! As for the rest, why should Your Father think so much!"