Martial Cultivator

The boundless qi rushed toward Chen Chao. If no accidents happened, Chen Chao would definitely be torn to pieces by this boundless qi.

But the thing that the world lacked the least was accidents.

After the white mist was ripped apart, it remained quiet, like a young girl. But at this moment, it suddenly started to move. In the face of that boundless and terrifying qi, it seemed to come alive, rolling up countless white mists and surging toward that qi.

The white mist continued to emerge and entangle with the frenzied qi. The middle-aged daoist's expression remained unchanged. It was just that the divine light above his head suddenly intensified, and a bright moon broke through the sea of clouds, appearing above him, illuminating the world.

With the appearance of this pure white moon, a white light emerged and swiftly swept past in front of the middle-aged daoist.

After a moment, it became clear that the white light was actually a ruler made of white jade.

It actually looked more like a sword.

But without a blade edge or tip, it probably could not be considered a sword.

However, the white jade ruler contained an unparalleled and powerful force. At this moment, it headed for Chen Chao, with the intention of killing him.

The middle-aged daoist exerted all his strength, and with every move, there were surging waves!

At least under the techniques he was displaying now, ordinary cultivators, even if they were Nepenthe Realm cultivators, would undoubtedly be severely injured or even killed by him.

Chen Chao did not retreat.

It was because he had not woken up at all. He had no idea what was happening outside. His mind at the moment was in chaos.

Not retreating meant that he was going to face this middle-aged daoist head-on.

The white mist lay before him.

But the white jade ruler had already torn through the white mist that came to life and was now rushing toward Chen Chao's heart. If it hit, it was likely that the white jade ruler would pierce through Chen Chao's chest, truly killing him on the spot.

The white jade ruler carried the middle-aged daoist's will and an overwhelming murderous intent. The white mist dispersed upon contact, unable to resist at all!

The distance was getting closer and closer.

It looked like the white jade ruler was about to reach Chen Chao's chest.

How long could this martial artist, who had tempered his muscles and bones for countless years, hold out against this white jade ruler?

However, this scenario did not come to pass because a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed the white jade ruler.

Chen Chao suddenly opened his eyes and gasped heavily for air!

He gripped the white jade ruler.

But immediately, he was propelled by a tremendous force and crashed out of the snow-white cocoon.

He fell heavily in the distance.

The middle-aged daoist took a step to the side. He had not expected Chen Chao to wake up, but he was well aware that the current Chen Chao had clearly not completed some process and was still just a martial artist in the Bitter Sea Realm.

Such a martial artist was of no use.

Chen Chao got up from the ground, still tightly gripping the white jade ruler in his hand. Because the qi contained in the ruler had cut through his palm, fresh blood was dripping down. But at the moment, Chen Chao did not have the energy to think about that. He was trying hard to recall what had happened earlier. The middle-aged daoist's finger had struck his glabella, and then his glabella had split open. After that, he passed out, unable to recall what had happened.

When he woke up again, there was a white jade ruler in front of him, and he instinctively grabbed it.

Then, he was sent flying by a tremendous force.

He was not dead yet.

The suppression here had disappeared.

For Chen Chao, this was a worse situation.

With the suppression gone, it meant that the middle-aged daoist before him had recovered his own realm. He was a peerless powerhouse in the Nepenthe Realm. Now that he recovered his cultivation, how was he supposed to deal with this?

Various questions kept flashing through Chen Chao's mind.

But in the end, he temporarily suppressed all the doubts.

His current peril had not yet been resolved.

The terrifying aura emanating from the white jade ruler made him feel very helpless.

However, for some reason, he was able to hold it firmly.

Theoretically, a magic artifact thrown by a Nepenthe Realm cultivator should have been beyond his ability to handle.

The middle-aged daoist looked at him from a distance, watching the young martial artist who had caught the white jade ruler he had thrown, and raised an eyebrow.

But in the next second, killing intent that filled the air appeared once again!

When the previous suppression here had not completely dissipated, the middle-aged daoist used such a tactic. The overwhelming killing intent had made it difficult for Chen Chao to cope. Now that his cultivation realm had recovered, it became even stronger and more extraordinary. This pervasive killing intent was even more terrifying and awe-inspiring.

Under this pervasive killing intent, Chen Chao felt that not only his movements but even his breathing had become extremely difficult.

Although he had temporarily managed to hold onto the white jade ruler, he did not know when it would break free. Moreover, the middle-aged daoist was far away, and Chen Chao could not get closer.

He was not a match.

But if he were to escape, where could he flee?

Or rather, was it possible for a martial artist like him to escape from the hands of a Nepenthe Realm cultivator?

Chen Chao gritted his teeth and did not hesitate. He simply loosened his grip.

Once his hand loosened from the white jade ruler he was holding, the white jade ruler that was interconnected with the middle-aged daoist's mind surged with an overwhelming killing intent once more, colliding toward Chen Chao's chest.

Chen Chao's hand only loosened, but he did not completely let go.

As a result, he was carried far away by the white jade ruler, but the ruler never managed to strike his chest.

This place was originally a cliff.

What Chen Chao wanted was to fall down this cliff.

He did not know how high the cliff was, but given his tough martial artist physique, he probably would not be killed from the fall.

But what could change by falling off the cliff?

If the middle-aged daoist persisted in his pursuit, then nothing would change.

Chen Chao might even be killed in mid-air, without any chance of survival.

But, Chen Chao still wanted to take a gamble.

He reached the edge of the cliff and, without hesitation, let go of the white jade ruler in his hand.

The white jade ruler shot forward like an arrow, but Chen Chao's body had already fallen, plummeting off the cliff.

The white jade ruler traveled several yards ahead. It should originally have continued forward, but it stopped bizarrely in mid-air. It then returned to the edge of the cliff and began to hover.

The middle-aged daoist approached the edge of the cliff and glanced at the seemingly bottomless drop.

The black ox spoke, "Daoist Master, there shouldn't be anything set up down there."

It knew some secrets and was aware that there was not anything complicated below the cliff, so it spoke up.

The middle-aged daoist did not say anything. He just looked at the cliff and then took a step forward, slowly walking toward the bottom of the cliff.

He walked slowly in midair as if an invisible staircase had appeared before him. He descended the steps, very casually and naturally.

The black ox watched this scene without chasing after him. It glanced at the still undissipated giant white cocoon and shouted loudly, "Daoist Master, I'll be waiting for you here!"

The middle-aged daoist had no expression on his face. He would not let Chen Chao go, whether was it the humiliation Chen Chao had brought him or the immortal medicine on his person. Neither of these reasons was enough to make him spare the other party.

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As Chen Chao fell, the sound of the wind whistled in his ears. He surveyed his surroundings and found sheer cliffs on both sides, without any particular features.

He glanced at his mangled hand, shaking his head with a sense of lamentation.

The Nepenthe cultivator was truly too powerful. He really had no solutions. Even if he fell off the cliff now, he probably could not escape from him.

What he did not expect was that the suppression in this place had completely dispelled, allowing the middle-aged daoist to restore his cultivation in this place.

The daoist was already terrifying without his cultivation. Now that he had regained it, he was even more terrifying.

How could he find a glimmer of hope?

Chen Chao kept thinking.

But soon, he felt a sense of despair.

Not because he could not think of anything, but because he saw that figure again.

The figure was not tall or particularly striking, rather quite ordinary.

The middle-aged daoist's figure was not far above his head, falling as well, but he was walking.

That posture, even if it was Chen Chao, even if they were on opposing ends, it made him feel that he was truly extraordinary.

Chen Chao cursed under his breath.

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As he continued to fall, the figure appeared behind him like a nightmare. This was not something anyone could face calmly. Chen Chao's mind raced, and he realized that he only had that piece of paper among his trump cards.

Apart from that, Chen Chao could not think of anything else that could force the middle-aged daoist back.

Hence, he took out that golden page, clutching it in his palm.

The page had helped him many times, saving him from several certain death situations. Now, he wanted to rely on it once more.

But he needed an opportunity.

The middle-aged daoist waved his hand.

A terrifying killing intent suddenly appeared in the world. It emerged in front of that middle-aged daoist and swept down the cliff.

The cliffs on both sides were affected by this killing intent, and countless rocks fell.

Chen Chao's face turned cold. Before the killing intent arrived, he placed the page on his chest.

He was waiting for the page to display its power once again.

But this time, the page disappointed him.

There was no response.

The killing intent descended.

Chen Chao gave a muffled groan, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He had suffered serious injuries.

Meanwhile...

The middle-aged daoist's figure continued to fall and soon arrived near Chen Chao.

He looked at this young martial artist without any emotion in his eyes.

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