Martial Cultivator-Novel

Song Changxi watched as the lightning bolts fell, completely piercing through the lake water. After a long time, the lightning gradually dissipated, and everything between heaven and earth returned to tranquility.

Only then did Song Changxi look at the lake surface. Now that the lake had calmed down after the lightning vanished, the young man was nowhere to be seen. Song Changxi nodded with some satisfaction, thinking that the young man must have been blown apart by the lightning, his remains completely gone.

The so-called physique that showed disdain for immortal cultivators, looking at it now, it was nothing but a joke.

He dropped from the sky, landed on the lake's surface, and then walked slowly across it.

But at this moment, a trace of murderous intent emerged under his feet!

Song Changxi's toes tapped, preparing to leave the lake's surface and ascend into the sky.

But right at this moment, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his ankle. Song Changxi furrowed his brows and kicked with his other foot, causing the lake's surface to explode. But at the same time, the young man hidden in the water pulled hard. That body which looked seemingly thin contained boundless strength, forcefully pulling Song Changxi down, causing him to stagger.

Then, Chen Chao leaped up and kicked Song Changxi's chest. This time, just like before, his chest area rippled, completely dissipating the force of the kick. The seemingly ordinary daoist robe he wore was actually a high-grade magic artifact. How could it be something that Chen Chao could break with one kick?

The blood-soaked young man's body was covered in a mixture of blood and lake water that rolled off his body. Already covered in wounds, the young man's upper body became a bloody mess once more. With such injuries, even the slightest movement would surely cause immense pain. However, Chen Chao showed no reaction. His expression was indifferent as he instantly drew his saber and swung it toward Song Changxi's chest.

Song Changxi contorted his body into an extremely strange posture, evading the strike. At the same time, his five fingers curled into hooks as he reached out to grab Chen Chao.

A boundless aura surged from the palm of his hand.

But soon, a fist came crashing toward that outstretched arm.

The fist and palm collided, but Song Changxi furrowed his brow. His cultivation realm was higher than Chen Chao's in the first place, so logically, he should have had the upper hand in the clash. But at this moment, when Chen Chao threw this punch out, the surging qi seemed to surpass Song Changxi.

Feeling the surging qi crashing against him like waves hitting the shore, Song Changxi became slightly absentminded.

In the next moment, a surging saber light appeared once again.

With a thought, a dharma idol suddenly appeared behind Song Changxi.

This dharma idol was precisely the same one he manifested when dealing with that mountain spirit back then. However, due to the urgent situation, he could not fully manifest the complete dharma idol; only half a dharma idol appeared.

The ancient thunder god with three heads and six arms still exuded astonishing power, even though it only had an upper body presently.

It threw a punch out and the lake water instantly exploded!

Chen Chao's strike landed precisely on one of the arms of the dharma idol, and to Song Changxi's surprise, that strike directly severed the arm with one slash.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Song Changxi slid back several dozen feet.

However, he soon noticed that his daoist robe was slightly damaged.

It was clearly sliced apart by the seemingly ordinary broken saber from earlier.

But, when did it happen?

Song Changxi lowered his head to take a look.

That dharma idol had already shattered at this moment.

It was already a struggle to manifest the ancient thunder god. Although it was somewhat surprising for it to be shattered by one slash, in reality, it was still within reason.

After all, it was not a complete dharma idol, so there was nothing to say at this moment about being cleaved open with one slash.

That saber arrived in front of him again.

Yes, the blood-soaked young man arrived before him at this time too.

The two locked eyes.

Song Changxi saw the unwavering determination and indifferent look in the young man's eyes.

The young man, still dripping with blood, suddenly grinned.

Song Changxi felt a bone-piercing chill.

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Throwing a punch out again, Song Changxi crossed his hands to block it.

Chen Chao laughed coldly and his other hand gripped the saber hilt, and hacked down hard.

The daoist robe made a ripping sound and it was torn apart.

Song Changxi opened his eyes wide and did not quite understand

Why?

Could his daoist robe be cut apart so easily?

What on earth was the broken saber in that youth's hand?

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A gap was ripped in Song Changxi's daoist robe, causing the spiritual energy within it to dissipate, reducing it to an ordinary garment.

Chen Chao's punch also completely pushed Song Changxi's hands back, pressing against his chest.

Song Changxi noticed that at this moment, Chen Chao's mouth and nose spat out and swallowed a white mist. It was exhaled from his mouth and then inhaled through his nose.

Following which, that saber strike was about to land.

At this moment, Song Changxi's expression was incomparably ugly. The situation had developed to a point he had not anticipated at all. He believed that his lightning techniques were enough to cut Chen Chao down. But he had never considered that this young man's body was not only so tough as to withstand his lightning spells, but could even corner him to such a desperate situation at this moment.

Song Changxi took a deep breath and a radiant light suddenly glimmered between his eyebrows.

In that spot, a divine radiance was about to burst forth.

How could a daoist genius like him not have any life-saving trump card?

However, he also did not expect that he would one day have to resort to using such a trump card.

In the next moment, something even more unexpected happened to him.

Chen Chao's fist slammed on his glabella, forcefully closing the site between his eyebrows that was about to open!

"What the hell kind of technique is that?! Come at me again!"

Chen Chao's punches relentlessly targeted his forehead.

His other hand gripped the broken saber tightly and he was going to thrust it directly into Song Changxi's chest.

If the saber really stabbed into his chest, this daoist genius would likely perish here.

A genius of Dao society, a young talent ranked high on the Latent Dragon List, should not die in the martial exam during the Myriad Willow Convention.

But it seemed like such a thing was really about to happen.

Suddenly, a sigh resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

Then, ripples spread out.

The turbulent lake water suddenly became calm and tranquility enveloped the world.

A scholar appeared by the lakeside.

That scholar stood by the lakeside, casting a glance at the two figures that seemed motionless, letting out a faint sigh.

The scholar who was somewhat lamenting at the events remained in place and was silent for a long time. Finally, he reached out his hand, and the world returned to its normal operation. However, only that young man covered in blood was able to move. With the saber in his hand, he was just a step away from piercing his opponent's chest.

If it were not for Wei Xu, Song Changxi would already be dead by now.

Wei Xu looked over and calmly said, "If you kill him, it will bring a lot of trouble."

He looked at Chen Chao and continued calmly, "I'm not here to stop you, but just wanted to ask you to think again before you take action."

Wei Xu presided over this microcosm and he knew everything happening inside this microcosm. However, he could not do anything because once he did, the word 'rule' would be lost.

But at this moment, he could not abide by this word anymore.

Because what this young man was about to do was truly too serious.

Song Changxi was a genius of the Dao society. Although he could not compare to the Twin Pillars of daoism, he was still extremely remarkable. If he were to be killed in the Divine Capital, it would be a far more significant event than those few qi refiners getting killed.

Chen Chao took a deep breath and swallowed all the white mist between his mouth and nose back into his stomach.

"How would Mr. Wei advise me?"

Chen Chao looked at Wei Xu, his eyes filled with undisguised mockery.

Since Wei Xu could discover that he was about to kill Song Changxi at this moment, then back when he crushed the bamboo token, Wei Xu must have known as well.

So why did he not appear earlier, but instead chose to appear now when he had the upper hand?

"Earlier, I asked Junior Sister if I should do something about it, but Junior Sister said to do nothing at all, this is the outcome you desired."

Wei Xu looked at Chen Chao and said, "Between first place in the martial exam or preserving your life, Junior Sister believed you would choose the latter."