Martial Cultivator

“Why does your esteemed self say that?”

Chen Chao looked bewildered, his face sincere. “I've never killed anyone.”

Hearing this, Yu Xiyi had a strange expression, while the young monk remained as calm as ever.

The middle-aged man, who had traveled over ten thousand miles, said indifferently, “My nephew died at your hands, his death was truly in vain.”

Chen Chao forced a smile. “Sir, I've already said, your nephew wasn't killed by me.

The middle-aged man said nothing more. Since he had confirmed that the person before him was Chen Chao, he no longer cared about what Chen Chao had to say. He turned his gaze to the other two and said with some satisfaction, “You two can also be buried in death with my nephew.”

Yu Xiyi quickly waved his hands and spoke, “We don't know this guy, please don't harm the innocent!”

The young monk had a light smile on his face.

The middle-aged man furrowed his brows slightly, probably surprised that the youngsters before him were not as unyielding as he had expected. Instead, they seemed like roguish rascals, and the more this was the case, the angrier he became. Yuan Ling was such a genius, he had meticulously taught for so many years, only to see him die at the hands of these despicable humans.

If he had died at the hands of a more noble human, it would be one thing, but it was precisely this guy who killed yet dared not admit it.

Killing intent exploded in the middle-aged man's eyes, and the pressure in the air became increasingly dense.

Yu Xiyi suddenly spoke up, “Sir, if we help you capture this scoundrel, can you spare our lives?”

The middle-aged man sneered, “Since you wish to live, naturally...”

Before he could finish his sentence, it was abruptly cut off. Wild Grass had already rushed through the air, and sword qi descended like a torrential wave toward the middle-aged man.

With a wave of his sleeve, the middle-aged man directly shook off the sword qi closing in on him, then reached his hand out to crush the flying sword. However, at that moment, the young monk's fingertips erupted with several blooming lotus flowers floating toward the middle-aged man.

In the wind and snow, buddhist light shone brightly!

As the lotuses approached, the middle-aged man waved his hand to shatter the foremost one, but the subsequent few lotuses began to bloom continuously, growing larger and practically enveloping the middle-aged man before him.

After all, he was a great demon just a hair's breadth from the end of Nepenthe. The middle-aged man remained expressionless, and demonic qi exploded from his palm like a thousand flying swords, instantly piercing through those lotuses.

At that moment, the lotuses were already riddled with holes, swaying precariously.

In an instant, the lotuses withered away.

The combined efforts of these two young geniuses could only momentarily pause the middle-aged man.

However, as the lotuses dissipated, Chen Chao had already leaped into the air, drawing Cloud Mud and slashing down fiercely!

A saber beam, several dozen feet long, suddenly appeared between heaven and earth like a fierce azure dragon.

This coordinated attack by the three had not been discussed in advance. Rather, at the moment Yu Xiyi drew his sword, all three understood each other's intentions. This level of cooperation was indeed rare in the world.

Yet, the middle-aged man's cultivation realm was profound, and being Yuan Ling's uncle, Chen Chao did not hold much hope for this strike. Having fought against Yuan Ling, he already knew how powerful a green ape's physique was.

But this saber still pressed down.

The wind and snow parted.

Chen Chao felt very satisfied with this strike, it was at least the strongest attack he could currently deliver.

The saber qi surged fiercely, and the saber intent ran amok. If any cultivator at the Great Beyond Realm encountered this strike, they would definitely not dare to take it head-on.

Unfortunately, the middle-aged man before him was not a Great Beyond Realm, nor even an ordinary Nepenthe Realm, but a truly formidable cultivator who was just a hair's breadth from the end of Nepenthe.

In the face of this strike, the middle-aged man simply raised his head, extended a finger, and gently pointed. Instantly, an overwhelming surge of demonic qi erupted, like a flood that was going to engulf everything.

At that moment, Chen Chao was like a solitary boat before that torrent, facing imminent doom.

However, Chen Chao then made an unexpected move. Just as he had thrust the saber forward seven or eight tenths of the way, he forcibly retracted it, allowing hi qi to reverse. Before the flood could arrive, a piece of paper floated out from his embrace.

Yu Xiyi had already used his Sword Sect's great talisman, and among the three, the young monk might still have some life-saving means, but Chen Chao could not place his hopes on that. He could only rely on this piece of paper.

The paper was quickly engulfed by the flood, but in an instant, it erupted with dazzling golden light, tearing through the sea of demonic qi.

The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly. After furrowing his brows, he showed no hesitation and his body slid backward.

Although the hundred thousand foot golden light that burst from the paper tore apart the demonic qi and illuminated the blizzard, it did not harm the middle-aged man.

Chen Chao felt some regret, this guy was a little too clever.

Retrieving the piece of paper, Chen Chao let out a bitter laugh. While it could save his life at certain moments, it was only effective through surprise. Now that it had been revealed, there would be no more opportunities.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Chen Chao did not turn his head but just said, "Looks like we're really going to die here."

Yu Xiyi sighed, but then smiled, "I still want to struggle a bit."

The young monk did not speak, he just clasped his hands together in prayer. Behind him, a figure of the buddha gradually appeared.

Buddhist light erupted radiantly.

His black monk robes suddenly turned dazzling, as though they had been coated with a layer of golden light.

Buddha gazed down at the world with compassion and then extended a palm, pressing it downward!

The great demons of the demon race had their methods of manifesting dharma idols, but in truth, buddhism had similar techniques too, and the requirement of cultivation realm was not necessarily as stringent.

Yu Xiyi took a deep breath, recalling his flying sword, Wild Grass, and began accumulating energy. His sword qi surged and poured continuously into Wild Grass. He and this flying sword had long been connected in heart and mind. Now, as his sword qi poured into it, Wild Grass let out a resonant sword cry. Yu Xiyi smiled bitterly and said, "My Sword Dao has stagnated for years now, and I've caused you shame. I truly feel sorry. If you had chosen a different sword master back then, things might have turned out better for you." "Today may truly be our last battle together. Don't embarrass me. For a sword and a sword cultivator to die together isn't such a bad end."

With what sounded almost like a final farewell, the sword qi on Wild Grass erupted greatly, and from its tip burst forth a sharp gleam of sword qi.

"Go!"

Yu Xiyi tapped the hilt of his sword, and Wild Grass shot forward swiftly, leaving a brilliant sword trail in the sky, heading straight for the middle-aged man.

At the same time, Chen Chao also dragged his saber and charged.

Once again, the three extraordinary youths of this era joined forces, facing off against this peerless great demon of the demon race who had long been renowned in the world!

Facing three young cultivators of a lower realm, the middle-aged man had never considered using any grand or spectacular techniques. Though he was seeking revenge for his nephew, as a cultivator who stood just a hair's breadth from the end of Nepenthe, it would be laughable if word spread that he needed to manifest a dharma idol to deal with mere juniors.

Hence, in response to the buddha's descending palm, the middle-aged man casually struck out with his own palm from afar.

The difference between the two palms was immense, but from his palm surged endless demonic qi, clashing with the radiant light of the buddha's palm in an instant.

Between heaven and earth, a radiant swastika symbol of buddha's light pressed down toward the middle-aged man.

At that moment, Wild Grass swooped down as well, its sword tip aimed downward, unleashing thousands of streams of sword qi, stabbing directly at the middle-aged man's head.

The middle-aged man was expressionless, and as his demonic qi surged, Wild Grass halted a mere ten feet above his head, unable to descend any further. Yu Xiyi's face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He raised his hands slowly, then forcefully pressed down!

Wild Grass began to bend, curving like a crescent moon, but the sword tip still could not descend even an inch!

Great Beyond and Nepenthe, there seemed to be an insurmountable chasm between the two. Moreover, the middle-aged man was an existence who was almost at the end of Nepenthe.

Facing the combined assault of two cultivators at the Great Beyond Realm, the middle-aged man's expression remained unchanged, until Chen Chao approached right in front of him dragging his saber.

A saber beam formed in front of him.

The middle-aged man was expressionless, "Wishful thinking."

The collision of demonic qi and buddhist light resulted in the buddhist light shattering without any doubt. The surging demonic qi from his palm shot toward the sky, directly aiming to destroy the buddha!

By now, Chen Chao was less than several dozen feet away from the middle-aged man. His saber movements were as elusive as a swimming fish, dodging the bursts of demonic qi continuously released by that middle-aged man as he closed the distance further.

However, when he got within ten feet of the middle-aged man, he was struck squarely in the chest by the man's palm. There was no special technique involved, it was just raw, overwhelming power.

Chen Chao's entire body trembled violently, white mist coursing through his body, dispelling part of the demonic qi. If not for this, Chen Chao's internal organs would have been shattered instantly.

Chen Chao gripped his saber tightly and slashed once again.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, seemingly surprised that Chen Chao still had the strength to strike. But this was good too, he did not want Chen Chao to die too easily.

The young monk, watching the scene unfold, had sadness in his eyes.

Was fate truly impossible to defy?

However, Yu Xiyi pressed his hands down once again.

Wild Grass suddenly straightened, its tip piercing through a cloud of demonic qi, descending downward.

The middle-aged man frowned and slammed his palm towards the sky. Wild Grass was struck, emitting a mournful cry before being smashed into the sea of clouds, vanishing from sight.

At that moment, Chen Chao had already arrived in front of him and swung a heavy saber strike.

Containing the full power of his lifetime cultivation, the saber strike was ferocious. The tip of the blade sliced through the wind and snow, finally landing in front of the middle-aged man, yet it failed to touch his body.

In the end, it merely cut off the corner of the middle-aged man's clothing.

The middle-aged man grabbed Chen Chao by the throat with one hand and was about to crush it with force.

At that instant, a streak of sword light swept across the sky.

The middle-aged man suddenly looked up.

The pressure from the sword light was immense, causing the middle-aged man to become momentarily dazed.

But in the moment he loosened his grip on Chen Chao, the sword light had already swept past his head, heading upstream along the Onan River.

The middle-aged man furrowed his brows. He had initially thought that the sword light was aimed at him, but who could have imagined that its target was not him.

In the distance, Yu Xiyi was gasping for breath and cursed loudly, "Sect Master... could you fucking save me!?"