Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Chapter 1762 (Raw 1774): Cutting Off Your Arm

Chapter 1762 (Raw 1774): Cutting Off Your Arm

Within half a year, all the famous experts of Dragon Flame City had challenged Xiao Chen.

When the outstanding talents and geniuses here on experiential training heard of Xiao Chen’s fame and that wager, they all went to challenge him.

Even the ten Rank 5 sect true inheritors from the Soaring Dragon Marquisate all rushed over.

At first, there would be people coming to challenge Xiao Chen every day.

However, in the past month, only Feng Yuqiang came. Even so, he lost in ten moves.

“I’m old already. I’m really old already,” Feng Yuqiang muttered to himself as he picked up the broken saber, sighing endlessly.

“Whoosh!”

Xiao Chen landed on the ground and performed a cupped-fist salute. “Senior, don’t be too upset. Since ancient times, there has been no lack of powerful experts who became famous in their later years.”

Feng Yuqiang smiled bitterly and said, “Indeed, there are many such people. I even know some of them. However, I am sure that it won’t be me. Goodbye.”

Feeling sad, Feng Yuqiang shook his head and sighed, leaving alone.

As Xiao Chen watched the other party leave, he entered deep thought. During the past half-year, he had defeated countless people.

He had always seriously observed the expressions of the defeated and watched them leave.

Losing had never been scary. What was scary was losing all fighting spirit after one loss.

Xiao Chen had ended up in sorry states in the hands of Star Venerates before; he could have been squished like an ant by any one of them.

His defeats were even worse than what his opponents in the past half-year suffered, his outcome even sorrier.

However, he did not lose his fighting spirit. Hence, he could have his rise today, defeating everyone in Dragon Flame City without a single loss.

This was not a battle result that Xiao Chen could be overly proud of.

He withdrew his gaze and said softly, “It is time I went back.”

After half a year, Xiao Chen’s cultivation already reached peak consummation Major Primal Core Realm, only one step away from the Cloud Sea Realm.

As he had already formed the will of soul, the bottleneck from Major Primal Core Venerate to Cloud Sea Star Venerate was not particularly big.

There was no need to purposely make a breakthrough. When the time was right, he would advance to Star Venerate.

Right now, what Xiao Chen needed to consider was where to go after breaking through to Star Venerate.

He needed a goal. He needed an opponent that he could use as a reference. There was nothing more to learn from the people in Dragon Flame City.

After packing up his things, Xiao Chen silently left the northern city in the middle of the night.

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Dragon Flame City, southern city:

A middle-aged man wearing a cape sat cross-legged on the top floor of a clean and elegant pavilion.

An old and plain sword rested beside this person’s hand.

A sword’s aura spread through the calm and peaceful top floor, present everywhere. This sword’s aura came from the body of that middle-aged man.

As long as that middle-aged man was present, the sword’s aura would not disappear.

Even though that middle-aged man was in closed-door cultivation, as long as he opened his eyes, he could gather all that sword’s aura and store it up in preparation for an attack.

That middle-aged man could launch a surprise attack at anyone who invaded, catching the invader off guard and killing the invader.

This was Beiming Feng, the strongest swordsman of Dragon Flame City, one of the overlords of the southern city. Countless people had died under his sword over the many years.

By relying on his four-thirds-meter-long sword, Beiming Feng had gained fame. People rarely dared to offend him.

However, on this night, under the shadow of the waning moon, a white-clad youth arrived.

The moon was not bright, and the stars did not flicker. This night was very dark.

The white-clad person approached, holding a saber.

When this white-clad person got within five kilometers of the pavilion, Beiming Feng suddenly opened his eyes.

“Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!”

Auras clashed, and there was the sound of sabers and swords humming.

The decorations on the top floor shattered, and cracks appeared in the pillars.

As the heavy saber intent and sword intent spread out, clashing with each other, the cracks continuously extended.

The instant Beiming Feng opened his eyes, he grabbed the sword by his side and drew it by about one centimeter.

The dazzling sword light and sharp sword wind set Beiming Feng’s hair and clothes fluttering loudly.

However, the instant Beiming Feng opened his eyes, it was already too late.

This was because Xiao Chen had already drawn his saber when Beiming Feng only just opened his eyes.

“Boom!”

The pavilion broke in an instant, turning into so much rubble. At this moment, Beiming Feng still had not completely drawn his sword.

“Whoosh!”

An even-stronger saber light shattered Beiming Feng’s sword wind, dispersing it and forcing it away.

Before Beiming Feng could swing his sword, the saber light knocked it away.

“Ka ca!” The saber light continued chopping down, and Beiming Feng’s right hand, which was holding the sword, got hacked off.

Blood spurted out like a fountain.

The pavilion collapsed, and Beiming Feng clung to his sword scabbard, which stabbed into the ground. He dropped to one knee, appearing pale. However, he did not make a single sound.

Xiao Chen sheathed his saber, and the saber light illuminating the dark night vanished.

However, Xiao Chen’s white clothes remained visible in this peaceful night.

“I am a person who will definitely take vengeance. Half a year ago, you thrust your sword at me and nearly killed me. Half a year later, I returned a saber strike to you and cut off one of your arms.”

After saying that, Xiao Chen held up his saber and left, growing increasingly farther away in the hazy night sky with the waning moon high in the air.

Beiming Feng looked at the arm on the ground and revealed a bitter smile.

He had known that a demonic genius had appeared in the northern city and defeated all the experts in Dragon Flame City in the past half-year.

He also knew that this person was the white-clad bladesman who once caught his sword.

Furthermore, he knew that before the other party left, the other party would definitely seek him out.

However, he did not leave. Firstly, he could not bear to give up the business he established and the benefits he could gain in Dragon Flame City. Secondly, he did not believe that he could not receive Xiao Chen’s saber strike.

Beiming Feng knew that Xiao Chen was like him, both proud people.

Half a year ago, after Xiao Chen caught Beiming Feng’s sword, Beiming Feng immediately left.

Unfortunately, half a year later, Beiming Feng failed to catch this saber strike.

Losing an arm was the price for his overconfidence.

Beiming Feng picked up the arm on the ground. Then, he quickly left without saying a word.

Over the years, he had made several enemies. Now that he was missing an arm, he would be seeking death if he still did not leave.

Those enemies would not be as nice as Xiao Chen.

—

When the sun rose, a black chariot kicked up clouds of dust as it traveled quickly on the road to Soaring Dragon City.

Xiao Chen sat cross-legged in the chariot with his eyes closed, cultivating. He was not lazing at all.

“Si! Si!”

Cold Qi filled the chariot’s interior, snowflakes flying about and forming ice feathers that drifted everywhere.

In half a year, Xiao Chen had cultivated the Ice Feather Divine Incantation to the third layer.

This was already the fastest speed. In the future, it would be slower, unless he met with some fortuitous encounter or found an ice-attributed natural treasure.

Xiao Chen’s long hair was now half white and half black. His current appearance gave off a coldness along with his elegance.

After three days and three nights, Soaring Dragon City came into sight in the distance.

Xiao Chen needed to make arrangements for some things before he could leave the Soaring Dragon Great Realm and return to the Purple Flame Sect in the Grave Sea.

He had gained many things in the underground dragon city. He still had not had time to dispose of the Blaze Crystals and the natural treasures that he could not use.

After cultivating for half a year, he had consumed a lot of his Spirit Jades and needed to replenish them.

Another half-day of travel later, Xiao Chen arrived at Soaring Dragon City.

There was no longer any need to use the Cycle War Chariot on his journey.

“Whoosh!”

The horses shrank and strangely disappeared. Then, an imprint suddenly appeared on Xiao Chen’s clothes.

Just as he prepared to continue on his way, a strange aura caught his attention.

The busy street had turned quiet at some point; there were no more chariots or people on it.

The road is sealed?

This was Xiao Chen’s first reaction. For this person to be able to seal off the road to Soaring Dragon City, how much authority did this person have?

Without the Cluster Lord’s Residence’s permission or a connection, one could not possibly seal off the streets.

This was because no one dared to offend the Soaring Dragon Marquis. That was a marquis that an immortal dynasty personally conferred.

What that represented was not just nobility and glory but, more so, a threat and strength. It was not just something symbolic.

“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”

Shadows flickered, and eighteen figures rushed over from afar and surrounded Xiao Chen.

These people all wore black and revealed only their sharp eyes and a cold, murderous intent.

These people’s footsteps were swift, and they were all peak Major Primal Core cultivators.

From the way they stood, it was clear that these people were skilled at group formations and accustomed to working together to kill.

“Hand over the ancient Dragon Race totem. You have one second to think.”

“Kill!”

When the eighteen men saw that Xiao Chen did not quickly take out the ancient Dragon Race totem, killing intent erupted from them; they did not wait for Xiao Chen’s reply.

It was like the mountains howling, the seas roaring, and the volcanoes erupting. The eighteen drew their short swords at the same time.

Piercing lights shot out from under the eighteen men’s feet. The light beams connected and instantly formed a three-dimensional formation, trapping Xiao Chen in it.

It was hard to advance or retreat; danger was everywhere.