Martial Cultivator

The sword cry was born in the morning light, evoking a sense of vibrant life and boundless hope when people heard it.

This was no ordinary sword cry, it brimmed with vitality; like bamboo shoots after the rain, fresh flowers blooming for the first time, and the wild grass burnt by wildfires last autumn, now finally sprouting anew after a shower of spring rain.

The demon let out a fierce roar. Without hesitation, it threw the wooden spear behind it and dashed madly towards the distance without looking back. It was unwilling to stay a second longer here, as if the sword cry was the most terrifying thing in the world. After hearing it, it did not dare to stay in place for a second.

Chen Chao was initially a little dazed, but seeing the demon leave, he quickly understood something. No longer hesitating, he gripped the broken saber and slashed towards the demon. The mighty saber light fell, stirring up a flurry of fallen leaves.

The demon had intended to withdraw, but it did not expect someone to prevent its departure when it wanted to leave. Fuming with rage, it did not want to get tied down and struck out with a backhand palm. The demonic qi surged from its furry claw, rushing towards Chen Chao. It only aimed to force Chen Chao back momentarily, to create an opportunity for itself to make a full retreat. Thus, this strike could be described as extremely casual.

Rolling demonic qi could not obscure the morning light nor that snowy-white saber light.

The demon's expression turned ugly. It originally planned to leave like this, but it never anticipated that saber strike to be so swift and fierce, which gave it no chance at all. At this moment, it had no choice but to turn around, extending its furry arm to land a punch on Chen Chao's broken saber. It acted with urgency, knowing it could not stay here for long. Thus, the demonic qi within its body flooded out for this attack. It unleashed a ferocious strike, causing the surrounding world to fall silent.

However, at this moment, Chen Chao twisted his wrist, and the sharp blade of the broken saber clashed with that fur-covered fist.

Gripping the saber with both hands, the webbing between his thumb and index finger split, blood splattering. Yet, he did not release his grip. Instead, he gripped the saber and clashed with the incoming fist.

Countless fur hairs were immediately severed upon contact with that broken saber. The sharpness of this broken saber could be seen from this.

The demon looked at Chen Chao, feeling the sharpness of the broken saber, and a trace of fear flashing across its eyes. It was not afraid of Chen Chao, it was afraid of the sword cry that sounded out in the distance. It was because it reminded the demon of an existence it did not want to remember at all.

The broken saber brushed past its fist but ultimately did not land. Instead, it glided along its arm, slicing off numerous hairs.

For an instant, the demon became absentminded, but it quickly returned to its senses again at this moment. Seeing the broken saber approaching, its expression turned extremely ugly. It was because that broken saber was heading directly for its wound.

It opened his eyes wide at this moment, the other arm grabbing towards Chen Chao's heart, wanting to force this young martial artist to withdraw his imminent strike.

But soon, it heard an exceedingly clear sword cry again.

That sword cry originated from somewhere and no one could pinpoint its exact direction. But, the demon instantly discerned the intent contained within the sound.

It was brimming with murderous intent.

This sword cry momentarily caused the demon to lose focus. Yet, it was precisely in this moment that the broken saber landed at its armpit.

That broken saber finally landed at its armpit.

The unbelievably sharp broken saber collided with it, quickly slashing open the wound that was originally horrifying and painful, and in the process, completely severing one of its arms.

"AHH!"

Following an agonized cry, the demon retreated several steps, its eyes now filled with intense malevolence. As it looked at Chen Chao, its gaze brimmed with anger as it threw a punch out. At this moment, its mind was clouded by rage. It did not think about leaving, but wanted to kill Chen Chao right here.

A berserk demon was the easiest to deal with because once they were consumed by madness, they could no longer think clearly. Demons that could not think clearly, their combat abilities would decline significantly. However, it was evident that the demon before Chen Chao was much stronger than him. Even if it fell into madness, Chen Chao might not find any opportunities.

Faced with the demon's returning figure, Chen Chao frowned.

He had already paid a huge price for that saber strike. Now, facing this frenzied demon, he would likely have no good outcome.

But right at this moment, another sword cry sounded out in the world.

This was the third time.

From when the first sword cry sounded out, the demon appeared very frightened. When the second sword cry rang out, it lost its focus. Now, with the third sword cry, what would it do?

The demon paid no attention to it, as if it had not heard this sword cry at all.

Perhaps its hatred towards Chen Chao outweighed the fear of the sword cry, leading it to take a different action.

It extended its only remaining claw, reaching towards Chen Chao.

But at that moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the world.

"Huh?"

The voice was a little curious, as if puzzled why the demon in front of him showed no fear after the sword cry rang out.

……

……

Appearing at the same time as that voice, was a streak of green.

Emerging from the distant forest, it shot through the air and then stopped not far away, all in an instant.

It was... a flying sword!

The flying sword hummed and trembled incessantly.

It was a flying sword with a slightly greenish blade, possessing a simple and ancient design. But its edge gleamed with a chilling light that instilled fear.

A sword intent that blotted out the skies and covered the earth emanated from the flying sword, filling the entire forest.

The flying sword hovered before the demon's forehead, its tip touching its glabella, as if it could pierce through the demon's head in the next second and bring death to it.

When the demon saw this scene, it also stopped its actions.

This flying sword before its eyes was extremely familiar.

Long before this, it had been hunted down by this flying sword for an entire night.

Now, it saw it again.

The threat of death instantly sobered it up. Then, it fell into endless fear of death.

Chen Chao also saw the flying sword and turned his head with some effort, wanting to see who the owner of the flying sword was.

When he turned his head, Chen Chao only saw a sea of morning rays.

It was the dawn bidding farewell to the night, telling it that for now, heaven and earth belonged to it.

Amidst the boundless morning rays, a young man dressed in a green top emerged from the morning rays, casually strolling over while dangling a stick of wild grass in his mouth.

Chen Chao looked at him and felt that he was not like a person but more like a sword.

Like a sword that had yet to be unsheathed.