Martial Cultivator

Chapter 209.1: Bite Me - Part 1

The flying sword was reluctant to return. This sort of situation would not typically occur with most sword cultivators. Usually, the owner of a flying sword would possess complete control over it. They only needed a mere thought and the flying sword would return to their side. However, this flying sword in front of Yu Xiyi was different. It was the Hundred Year Sword of Sword Qi Mountain, brimming with intelligence and long having gained sentience. When Yu Xiyi successfully obtained the sword back then, it was not that he chose the flying sword, but rather, the flying sword chose him.

The choice back then was merely the flying sword's wish, but that did not mean it submitted to Yu Xiyi at the moment it chose a sword master. Thus, over the span of more than two years, Yu Xiyi had still been running-in with it.

At this moment, the flying sword revealed its thoughts. Yu Xiyi did not hesitate, he naturally leaped into the air, landing in the courtyard, and gripped that green flying sword. He furrowed his brows and said, "Behave."

With these words, Yu Xiyi swung his sword, and a vast sword qi instantly tore through the surrounding aura, heading towards the purple-robed cultivators.

With a splatter, one of the purple-robed daoists was cleaved in two by the sword strike, while the other purple-robed daoists scattered in all directions. No one was willing to face this young sword cultivator here.

"Who are you?!"

Seeing this scene, the daoist had an ugly expression as he said with a frown, "This is our Sublime Bright Sect's private matter, do not interfere, Fellow Daoist!"

Just a single sword strike could cleave apart a purple-robed daoist in the Bitter Sea Realm. It was hard to say what cultivation realm this young sword cultivator was at, but he was at least at the Great Beyond Realm.

A Great Beyond Realm sword cultivator who was also so young, he must be a disciple of a major sect. The daoist naturally had to treat him well and not be careless. If he got careless, it could lead to dire consequences.

However, that young sword cultivator paid no heed to his words. After cleaving apart a purple-robed daoist with one sword strike, the Wild Grass in his hand hummed. With another sword thrust, sword qi overflowed, and an extremely dazzling sword light erupted. The daoist hastily evaded and the beam of sword light struck the stone wall behind him. The stone wall instantly split into two halves before collapsing with a resounding crash.

Dust flew all over the place.

The saying that sword cultivators possessed the greatest killing power was not a baseless claim.

"I'm here to kill. Why waste words?"

The Wild Grass in Yu Xiyi's hand hummed loudly, nearly drowning out his words.

Yu Xiyi was somewhat displeased but did not say anything. He struck again with his sword, causing sword qi to surge.

As the Sword Sect... and even as the most exceptional sword path genius of his generation, Yu Xiyi's Sword Dao cultivation was definitely not low. Facing the daoist before him, it should not take too much effort on his part.

Meanwhile, Chen Chao gripped the broken saber and already arrived in front of the young daoist.

The saber beam failed to inflict heavy damage on the young daoist, but it did tear through his daoist robe.

The young daoist felt a sense of humiliation, but before he had time to say or do anything, the black-clad youth had already arrived before him. The two of them were merely several feet apart.

Chen Chao swung the saber down. The broken saber emanated a chilling light that was exceedingly terrifying.

However, the young daoist merely extended his hand and pressed it against the blade, forcing the broken saber downward. The tremendous force was like that of thousands of pounds, causing Chen Chao to stagger and lose his balance. The young daoist just looked indifferently at Chen Chao. His disarming move was not anything extraordinary, but it was highly effective. Just as he was about to channel a magic spell into his palm and unleash it, he suddenly saw darkness before him. The black-clad youth actually bent his elbow and smashed it towards his head.

The young daoist was taken aback and somewhat surprised. However, he still subconsciously pushed his hands out and intercepted Chen Chao's elbow strike.

Originally, he believed his cultivation level was stronger than the youth's, so he thought he could withstand this blow no matter what. But the instant they exchanged blows, he found himself sliding backward uncontrollably.

The youth's physique was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

As he retreated, his initial plans to counterattack became impossible.

However, Chen Chao did not give him any opportunity. Although his elbow strike failed to snuff out the young daoist's qi, he immediately followed up with a ready punch.

When the punch was unleashed, the sound of wind roared, and the surrounding space seemed to compress. More importantly, the young daoist was currently in an inescapable position when this punch was thrown out. He was forced to bear the brunt of the blow.

The young daoist's expression turned somewhat grim, but he had no time to ponder. At this moment, Chen Chao's fist had already arrived in front of his chest.

He crossed his hands in front of his chest to protect it.

He could not believe how powerful a martial artist of Chen Chao's cultivation level could be. No matter how far down the wrong path he went down, even if his cultivation realm was like a castle in the air, it was still one level above the youth in front of him.

So no matter what, he did not believe that the youth in front of him could severely injure him with a single punch.

Chen Chao was not aware of the young daoist's thoughts, he just smashed his fist toward the other party's chest.

A surging qi burst forth from his fist.

The young daoist's expression suddenly turned exceedingly ugly, because he sensed a hint of destruction within this qi, adding some fear in him. After a moment's hesitation, his complexion turned deathly pale. But, his figure dissipated, reappearing in the distance.

A jade pendant at his waist shattered into pieces with a loud bang, plummeting downwards.

This was a magic artifact he used to save his life. He had not expected to need it tonight, but he did not expect that he still used it tonight.

Chen Chao's punch missed its target, but he was not overly surprised. After all, the young daoist before him had a higher cultivation realm, making victory over him anything but easy.

However, he had not expected that the young daoist would actually use such a magic artifact right from the start, solely out of fear for his punch.

Chen Chao shook his head and smiled, "Since you're so afraid of death, you're bound to die."

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Yu Xiyi brandished his sword and controlled it, which in many cases were not the same. At least, right now, it was different.

The daoist faced the young sword cultivator before him with some apprehension. When he went down the mountain, he had considered variables, but he had not expected the variables to arrive so suddenly. The question now was: which sect did Yu Xiyi belong to?

However, Yu Xiyi did not give him much time to think. His sword was very sharp, just like himself.

Though Yu Xiyi might be a chatterbox, that was just his personality. It did not represent his entirety.

When he was serious, he was genuinely a very merciless sword cultivator.

The daoist looked at the gash on his chest that had been torn open by the sword strike. His expression grew even uglier.

He barely evaded that sword strike and was nearly severely wounded by that young sword cultivator opposite him.

He was well aware that something like this was bound to happen again, leaving him rather concerned.

He was naturally worried about his future, whether or not it would be decided today.

But he did not have an answer either.

Because he saw a flash of sword light.

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The young daoist did not dare to let Chen Chao get any closer. It was just that no matter how he attacked, the youth opposite him was never struck by him.

"You fools, why aren't you attacking? What are you all staring for?!"

The young daoist exclaimed in exasperation.

Those purple-robed daoists had long been frightened out of their wits. When Yu Xiyi unleashed his sword earlier, fear had already gripped them. Even though the young sword cultivator was currently facing the other daoist, they did not dare assist. Now that the young daoist had spoken, they knew they could not wait any longer. They quickly moved towards Chen Chao.

Between the two people involved, Yu Xiyi naturally posed a greater threat to them. At this moment, moving to help that other daoist subdue Yu Xiyi would have been the wisest choice. However, due to various reasons, they all did not dare to approach that young sword cultivator. Hence, they could only head towards Chen Chao at this moment.

Soon, the few of them arrived in front of Chen Chao. Then, they started attacking indifferently.

The united efforts of several purple-robed daoists were a far cry from their previous state.

Previously, it was Chen Chao ambushing and scheming against them, which was why so many of them had died at his hands. However, the situation was different now, because everything was out in the open.

It was not that simple.

But neither was it particularly difficult.

Chen Chao evaded the initial wave of attacks from the purple-robed daoists. That young daoist had already arrived close to him. He swept his daoist robe and a terrifying aura brushed by, finally condensing into a gigantic palm that descended from the sky.

A deafening roar of thunder rumbled.

There seemed to be something that was currently awakening between heaven and earth.

Daoist cultivators were known for their diverse methods. Previously, it was merely because Chen Chao arrived too quickly, so he had not been able to react in time, which put him in a rather difficult situation. Now that there were people tying Chen Chao down, it was only natural for the young daoist to unleash his magic spells.

Narrowing his eyes, he looked at Chen Chao, thinking about many things. However, his ultimate thought was a hint of satisfaction.

He would kill this young man in the black right here.

But in the next second, he saw the smirk at the corners of Chen Chao's mouth.

The young daoist was taken aback, feeling a bit absentminded. He could not fathom why Chen Chao was still smiling at this juncture.

But in the next moment, he understood.

Because he felt a sharp pain in his back.

That was the sharpness of a flying sword.

He felt a little scared, so he wanted to turn around to see, but no one was going to give him that chance. The flying sword pierced through his body effortlessly with a hum.

Yu Xiyi's somewhat disdainful voice sounded out, "Your Father is a sword cultivator, don't take this as a precedent!"

He did not finish his words, but the meaning was clear—such sneak attacks were something he disliked.

Chen Chao said as a matter of course, "If you want to kill, don't bother with these trivial matters. Besides, there are still so many of them, and there are only two of us. Any method is fair play."

The young daoist's consciousness gradually faded as he listened to these words. His physique was far from resilient, so naturally, he could not withstand the flying sword that Sword Qi Mountain expended a hundred years of effort to forge.

As the flying sword pierced through his heart, all hope was naturally lost for him.

His body fell with a loud bang.

In his final moments of consciousness, he realized that the other party had been waiting for him to send all those purple-robed daoists away.

Except, he could no longer say anything at this moment.

He was already dead.

When the daoist saw this scene, his expression was rather ugly.

The hearts of the purple-robed daoists turned even colder.