Martial Cultivator

Chen Chao's strike would definitely be blocked, as it should be. He did not dwell on it much; he naturally knew that the middle-aged daoist before him was undoubtedly stronger than him. Moreover, at this moment, the qi within his body was almost depleted, and that aura was indeed weak to the extreme now.

This final strike still possessed the strength of a Nepenthe Realm cultivator, but after this strike, he would have no more possibilities.

The strike sliced through the endless gusts of wind and finally arrived at the cliff's edge. Its momentum had reached its exhaustion point and could no longer spread.

Chen Chao's figure also came to a halt here. The saber qi from his broken saber was still boundless, but it weakened like the ebbing tide after the spring tide.

The middle-aged daoist flicked his sleeve, dispersing some of the energy, and then asked, "Can you send out another strike?"

The middle-aged daoist looked at Chen Chao, the emotions in his eyes gradually dissipating. The current him was looking at Chen Chao akin to looking at a dead object; devoid of any emotion.

Chen Chao's complexion was pale. During the tide's rise, he could only sense the fluctuations, following the tide forward, oblivious to any so-called pain. But during the ebb, he truly felt the sharp shells rolled up in the previous surging tide, still cutting into his body.

The current him was in agony, his complexion deathly pale.

The identity of the young girl was unknown, but whoever she was, her methods were no different from trying to help the shoots grow by pulling them up; Chen Chao's body would suffer injuries. Although the immortal medicine's boundless vitality could protect his origin from serious damage, it was evident that it was only a slow and steady process. It was impossible to repair all of Chen Chao's injuries in an instant.

The middle-aged daoist looked at Chen Chao, as if he wanted to say something, but after a moment's thought, he shook his head.

At this point, there was nothing left to say.

Chen Chao looked at him, his face also pale.

The middle-aged daoist gathered the killing intent at his fingertip. This was the second time, and also the last time he pointed at Chen Chao's glabella. He still wanted to kill him here. Furthermore, it was the same location.

By piercing through his glabella and killing Chen Chao.

Chen Chao's expression remained unchanged, as if he could already calmly face death.

The middle-aged daoist furrowed his brows slightly, feeling that something was amiss.

But he could not think much about it.

The aura at his fingertip had already reached Chen Chao's glabella.

However, at that moment, Chen Chao suddenly began to tremble violently.

A droplet of water struck this young martial artist in the back.

That was actually not a droplet, but a certain girl's endless killing intent.

With a sputter.

That droplet of water appeared in front of Chen Chao's chest. It passed through Chen Chao's body.

Chen Chao opened his eyes wide, his expression ugly.

The middle-aged daoist's expression suddenly changed drastically. He immediately wanted to fly back, that droplet of water had already brought him an unspeakable fear the moment it appeared!

But the water droplet did not give him a chance. In an instant, the droplet exploded here, and endless killing intent instantly spread out, enveloping the cliff in and instant.

One terrifying aura after another spread out from this place.

The middle-aged daoist's daoist robe collided with the water droplets that splattered all over the sky, instantly creating several holes. Those water droplets were like killing swords. In this entire world, it only wanted to kill the middle-aged daoist.

The middle-aged daoist's expression was grim. He did not sense any sword intent, nor did he see the so-called great sword cultivator. He only felt the sharpness.

Beyond that extreme sharpness, it only meant one thing -- that was to cut.

Cutting through whatever it wanted to cut, that was how these water droplets were!

The middle-aged daoist hurriedly retreated backward.

The water droplets instantly transformed into a transparent flying sword.

In the blink of an eye, it pierced through the middle-aged daoist's shoulder!

Since the start of their confrontation, the middle-aged daoist had wounds left on his body by Chen Chao's saber.

At first, it was the abdomen, then the heart. But whether was it the abdomen or the heart, to the middle-aged daoist, it was never a hopeless situation because he still had the means to escape. However, the feeling the water droplet gave him was like a sword hanging over his head; not knowing when it would fall. But once it did, it would be the moment of his death.

He looked at the exploded water droplets in great horror.

Among those water droplets, there was one shining the brightest.

It was the one that started it all.

Killing intent filled the sky, starting here!

Blood flowed from his shoulder, accompanied by a searing pain. The middle-aged daoist's expression was ugly. Leaving a wound on his body like this was one thing, but even after that wound, the accompanying killing intent could still be so terrifying when it touched his body.

Yes, after the blood flowed downward, his daoist robe immediately split open as if it had been cut by some sharp weapon.

But it was neither a saber nor a sword.

Chen Chao looked at the middle-aged daoist in front of him and smiled.

He did not need to think too much about what kind of existence the girl below the cliff was. He only needed one thing, and that was to make this middle-aged daoist stay here permanently.

"I said before, perhaps you will really die here."

Chen Chao tightened his grip on the broken saber. As the water droplet slammed toward the middle-aged daoist in front of him, he rushed forward.

His figure was very swift, like the most agile ape in the mountains. No one could stop him and no one could be faster than him.

Landing on the cliff, Chen Chao stomped hard, creating a crack in the entire cliff.

Then, half of the cliff collapsed in an instant!

Chen Chao leaped up and swung his saber.

The clear and bright saber light illuminated the sky in an instant, as well as the face of the middle-aged daoist.

At this moment, Chen Chao's cultivation had once again returned to the Bitter Sea Realm. He no longer possessed the powerful killing might of a Nepenthe Realm. However, the moment he swung his saber, he displayed an overwhelming momentum as if he could hold out against ten thousand enemies, which was terrifying.

The current Chen Chao resembled the death god from hell; only bringing disasters to the mortal world!

In reality, he was a warden of the Great Liang Dynasty, and a protector of the common people. The disaster he brought was only directed at one person, the middle-aged daoist in front of him!

Chen Chao's saber fell.

The water droplet also exploded in an instant.

Both almost simultaneously.

The middle-aged daoist's daoist robe emitted one light beam after another, but it still could not stop Chen Chao's blade.

Rippp!

Starting from the chest, Chen Chao tore apart the middle-aged daoist's robe, revealing flesh and blood which he also tore apart.

The middle-aged daoist's fair skin was exposed for the first time. It did not look too sturdy, but it did not need to be. He was just a daoist to begin with, an ordinary daoist.

Chen Chao laughed coldly.

Whether the daoist was ordinary or not was no longer his concern at this moment.

He just wanted to kill him.

That was it.

That was his sole demand!

The water droplet contained the endless killing intent of that girl. Although he did not know the girl's realm, let alone how powerful she was, since she was able to elevate Chen Chao to the Nepenthe Realm with a single stream of qi before, she definitely had the ability to kill this middle-aged daoist now.

The killing intent contained in that water droplet fell on the middle-aged daoist.

It fell into the wound caused by the slash Chen Chao had previously made.

The middle-aged daoist spat out a large mouthful of blood, and the color drained from his face, leaving it as pale as paper.

The blood splattered like blooming blood flowers.

A large pool of blood appeared on the ground.

All of it flowed out from the wound on the middle-aged daoist's body in an instant.