Martial Cultivator C.517: Saber Leaving its Sheathe

On the battlefield, the situation had long been nearing its end. Xu Ru had been ambushed by the young sword cultivator and had fallen into the demons' encirclement. In a short time, he was reduced to nothing but bones, and the remaining qi refiners also met their deaths in battle. Only Liang Jinjin, who had been heavily injured and unconscious, narrowly escaped this calamity. However, if things continued like this, once all the other cultivators were dead, she too would be hard-pressed to avoid a grim fate.

As for the young sword cultivator's party, the moment he had taken flight on his sword, their morale had already dispersed. They had no will to resist any longer. These foreign cultivators had lived in seclusion on high mountains, only knowing how to cultivate, and were clueless about how to handle a real battlefield. But one thing was similar, which was that once the general of one side fell in battle, the morale of the remaining troops would inevitably waver, much like when a military standard is captured.

It was rare for soldiers to remain undaunted and unaffected when their commanding officer was killed.

In just a short while, the young cultivators had been slaughtered almost to the last.

Finally, the two tall young demon cultivators who had been outside the encirclement stepped forward. These were the same two demons who had attempted to intercept the young sword cultivator when he tried to leave on his sword. They were tall and imposing, their aura like an abyss, exuding a palpable sense of pressure, and both were at the Great Beyond Realm.

With over twenty demon cultivators of varying levels of cultivation present, this ambush had been quite a harvest.

However, after the two tall demons met, they exchanged only a brief glance, and no joy was seen in their eyes.

A moment later, they both looked towards a certain location where a group of young demon cultivators they had previously stationed to eliminate any escaping prey should have been. However, there was no activity from that group.

As demons, they were inherently more sensitive to danger than humans, and the two began to sense something amiss.

Suddenly, their alertness heightened.

Before they could react, a figure suddenly descended from the sky and crashed heavily into them.

The two were greatly shocked and instinctively raised their hands above their heads, but they soon sensed a hint of bright light.

Then came an extremely domineering and fierce aura.

In the time it took for sparks to fly off a piece of flint, both demons had a strange thought: was it a sword cultivator?!

But it was impossible that it was the sword cultivator they had heavily injured earlier. If he had such strength, he would not have been so severely wounded by the two of them.

However, in the next moment, after being thrown backwards by the figure in front of them, they suddenly realized it could not be a sword cultivator!

No matter how unparalleled a sword cultivator's killing power might be, they could not possibly match the demon race in terms of physique.

After retreating several dozen feet and barely stabilizing themselves, the two demons looked up and saw a young man in pure white standing not far in front of them, holding a saber.

Even after sending the two of them flying, the young man still had the leisure to grab a demon cultivator, clutching its throat with one hand and crushing it with force.

With a cracking sound, the young demon cultivator's life was extinguished.

The young man then casually tossed the corpse aside and once again strode towards the two.

He remained silent.

The two demons, who had already felt the young man's powerful physique earlier, had their expressions change slightly but did not hesitate. They once more charged at the opponent.

As demons, they had complete confidence in their physical strength. If it were other methods, they might consider avoiding the confrontation. But at this moment, it was a straightforward physical clash, so they had no intention of evading.

However, upon clashing again, they were astonished to discover why the human cultivator in front of them had such an unreasonably strong physique. Each collision felt like crashing into a small mountain, causing them pain all over, while the young man remained as steadfast as a mountain!

In a brief moment, they were able to determine that the young man before them was indeed a martial artist of the human race. But even a martial artist should not possess such a formidable physique, right?

While they were lost in thought, the young man in white suddenly threw a heavy punch, accompanied by the wind and snow, which inevitably struck one of the demons in the chest. In an instant, the demon's chest caved in slightly, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth uncontrollably.

At this moment, his internal organs were likely severely injured as well.

The other demon seized the opportunity and threw a punch at the young man's head. However, the punch was intercepted by the young man's other fist in mid-air.

When their fists collided, the wind and snow exploded outward, scattering in all directions.

Yet, the young man remained unmoved by the punch, while the demon who threw the punch was forced back four to five steps.

"Who are you?!"

He could no longer contain his curiosity and simply wanted to know the identity of this young martial artist.

The young martial artist smiled, gripping the saber handle, and said, “A ghost who has come for your lives.”

As the words fell, the long saber at his waist was instantly unsheathed. A brilliant saber light erupted in an instant, causing the two demons to be so startled that they just wanted to flee the area. However, within moments, only one succeeded in escaping the battlefield, while the other's massive head was severed from his body, rolling in the snow while spilling blood and creating a deep pit.

Meanwhile, the demon cultivators coming from behind had already rushed up.

Chen Chao grabbed a demon cultivator with one hand and smashed its head open with a punch.

Approaching two demons, they had even worse luck, as Chen Chao cut them in half with a single slash of his saber, and they fell to the ground.

The surviving demon cultivator at Great Beyond Realm was filled with terror when he saw this scene.

He had seen killings before, demons were naturally bloodthirsty, and internal and private battles were common during peacetime. Their killings were already sufficiently brutal, but this young human was clearly even more adept at killing; more like a demon himself!

But within several minutes, all the surviving demon cultivators in this area had been slain by the young martial artist.

The young martial artist then turned around and looked at the demon, who was already somewhat scared senseless due to fear. He grinned and said, “You all are good at killing humans, and I'm good at killing demons. Isn't that a coincidence?”

The demon's expression turned ugly. At this moment, his eyes were fixed on the snow-white long saber in the young martial artist’s hand.

“It seems you're not too foolish. You guys surrounded and killed a group of human cultivators, and even left a team to intercept the stragglers. You've been on the battlefield? How many soldiers have you led? Tell me."

The young martial artist exhaled a breath of white mist, which looked distinctly visible even amidst the wind and snow. “In terms of leading troops into battle, I might not be your match, but right now, one-on-one, you can only die.”

“The guys you were with weren't exactly good people. Don't think I'm here to avenge them. If you do, I'd be quite disappointed.”

After the young martial artist finished speaking, he said nothing more and simply walked straight ahead.

15 minutes later, another demon's corpse lay here.

In this world, the only young martial artist capable of dealing with so many young demon cultivators so cleanly was Chen Chao.

After dealing with this one, Chen Chao glanced imperceptibly at Liang Jinjin, who was still unconscious in the snow, then raised his head and smiled. “Have you had enough of watching? Aren't you coming out? Must I invite you?”

The area was only wind and snow, with no sign of anyone else.

Chen Chao didn't waste words. He simply struck out with his saber, and a saber beam instantly exploded. The wind and snow on the ground were pushed away by the saber beam, revealing a chasm several dozen feet wide. A nearby snow mound was split by this strike. As the wind and snow swirled, a tall figure slowly appeared in front of Chen Chao.

The figure wore a dark green robe, had a commanding presence, and exuded a strong demonic qi, keeping the wind and snow at bay.

“To have discovered me, you have earned the right to fight with me, Yuan Ling.”

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The man spoke slowly, his tone deliberate.

“Yuan Ling?" "Never heard of you. Do demons also have names?”

Chen Chao slowly sheathed his saber, the blade gradually turning black.

Yuan Ling was indifferent, merely admiring Chen Chao's saber and commenting, “A fine saber. It turns white when it sees blood, and black when the blood dries?”

Chen Chao's expression remained unchanged. “You have some discerning eyes.”

Yuan Ling replied indifferently, “Since it's a fine saber, I'll take it.”

Chen Chao then asked, “You've been here all along. You didn't make a move earlier because you wanted to borrow my hands to eliminate the others? Do you demons enjoy playing these kinds of games too?"

Yuan Ling shook his head. “Since you're a worthy opponent, wouldn't it be a pity to have to deal with you together with these trash?”

Chen Chao clicked his tongue. “So arrogant, have you never gotten a beating before?”

Yuan Ling shook his head. “Arguing is meaningless. After you die, I'll take your head back to the tribe for everyone to see. So tell me your name, I don’t want to kill a nameless person.”

Chen Chao slowly placed his hand on the saber hilt, tapping it with his thumb, and smiled as he shook his head. “What a coincidence, I just don't want to tell you.”

Yuan Ling was expressionless, reaching his hand out to pull out a pitch-black spear from the wind and snow.

The dark spear had an inexplicable, strange luster.

Chen Chao exhaled a breath of white mist, remaining silent.

Cloud Mud hummed continuously in its sheathe.