Martial Cultivator

When the Great Liang Emperor and group arrived at the banks of the Onan River, where they could see the distant outline of the demon race's royal city, the youngsters more or less all become somewhat dazed. Especially when they truly caught sight of the city's outline, even the usually carefree Yu Xiyi widened his eyes in astonishment.

Xie Nandu remained as calm as ever, her gaze on the royal city steady, showing little emotional fluctuation, though her eyes held firm resolve.

The young monk could not help but gaze northward, feeling vicissitudes of emotion.

Only Chen Chao’s attention was fixed on two figures standing across the river, a man and a woman who had been standing in the wind and snow for a long time.

Chen Chao did not recognize the tall man dressed in a robe with strange patterns, but he saw Autumn clearly. The two exchanged a glance, and Autumn remained silent.

Chen Chao quickly shifted his gaze to the tall man.

Though the man did not look at him, Chen Chao felt an overwhelming sense of pressure at that moment. It was an oppressive feeling, as if a massive mountain was pressing down on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

In an instant, Chen Chao realized the identity of the man before him.

Demon Emperor.

The strongest of the demon race, perhaps even the strongest powerhouse in the entire world.

Chen Chao had not expected his first encounter with the Demon Emperor to come so suddenly.

After all, like the Great Liang Emperor, they were existences who stood at the pinnacle of this world.

Yu Xiyi also quickly noticed the Demon Emperor and guessed his identity, feeling a surge of excitement. Regardless of the reason, it would be hard for anyone to remain indifferent in the presence of the demon race's monarch.

He eagerly placed his hand on the hilt of Wild Grass, which hummed faintly in its sheath.

The Demon Emperor glanced at Chen Chao but soon fixed his gaze on the Great Liang Emperor. "Chen Che, you didn't hesitate to come to the demon territory again for the sake of a young man. It looks like you care a great deal about him."

The Demon Emperor opened his mouth and said, his voice very faint.

The Great Liang Emperor looked at the Demon Emperor and smiled, "If you didn't care about her, you wouldn't be here waiting for her."

The Demon Emperor replied evenly, "She is Our bloodline. And this young man? What is he to you?"

When the Demon Emperor said this, Chen Chao fell silent for a moment too, feeling somewhat dazed.

"They are all Our people."

Whether it was Chen Chao, Yu Xiyi, or that young monk, they were all citizens of Great Liang - at least in name.

"Such a pity. We had hoped to fight you again, but it seems someone has beaten Us to it."

The Demon Emperor remarked as he gazed toward the distant, chilling sword qi. "It's said that this person hasn't appeared in the world for many years, nor drawn his sword. Now that he has come into being, does he intend to strike Us down with one blow?"

The Great Liang Emperor said calmly, "We can wait for you."

The Demon Emperor burst into laughter. "Chen Che, can you be any more shameless? Are you planning to use this opportunity to kill Us?"

The Great Liang Emperor smiled faintly, "Consider it payback for you using Us as a pawn."

Demon Emperor brushed it off with a laugh.

The Great Liang Emperor also fell silent, quietly awaiting the battle to unfold.

The Sword Sect's Sect Master was already not far from this place.

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Waiting always feels long, especially when the expected outcome promises to be something extraordinary. It made the wait feel even longer, as everyone yearned for that moment when this peerless battle would finally begin.

Especially for Yu Xiyi, as a genius sword cultivator, witnessing the number one expert of the current era unleashing his sword at full power would undoubtedly provide immense help on his path of the sword.

The same could be said for Xie Nandu.

As for Chen Chao and the young monk, if they could witness this scene, it would be more of appreciation.

The great demons hidden in the wind and snow were also eagerly anticipating this moment. No one could resist this great battle that was bound to be thrilling and exhilarating.

The Demon Emperor maintained his calm demeanor.

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In the wind and snow, the figure of the Sword Sect's Sect Master had yet to appear.

Above the sky, countless flying swords had already swept over.

Countless flying swords blotted out the skies and covered the earth, resembling a swarm of locusts passing through. As each sword sliced through the air, it produced a piercing sound, enough to convey just how swift these countless swords were.

Seeing this scene, Yu Xiyi widened his eyes and slightly parted his lips, as if he had a thousand words trapped inside, unable to utter them at that moment.

This sword attack was far from the most extraordinary technique of the Sword Sect's Sect Master. However, even back in the desolate north, the Sect Master had been building momentum for this strike, traveling northward for more than ten thousand miles. The might of this sword had long since become immensely powerful. Now, as he finally arrived at the banks of the Onan River, the Sect Master was about to unleash this sword, making it undoubtedly the most awe-inspiring strike in the world.

The Demon Emperor looked at the countless flying swords and flew to the sky.

Between heaven and earth, sword intent filled the air.

Endless sword qi spiraled and swirled, omnipresent in the world.

The Sword Sect Master's sword in the true sense had finally arrived.

After building momentum for ten thousand miles, how terrifying would this sword be when it finally came?

After lying in wait for countless years, how many could withstand this sword?

If it were someone else, fear would likely already have taken root in their hearts, but his opponent for this sword was the Demon Emperor.

The Demon Emperor gazed at the dense mass of flying swords and just waved his sleeve. Instantly, the wind and snow behind him changed direction and rushed toward the myriad flying swords. The flying swords were fierce, already closing in, but the roaring wind and snow intertwined with the countless flying swords. In an instant, some swords began to break and fall to the ground.

Those flying swords were transformed from the wind and snow in the first place. After breaking, they just reverted back into wind and snow. Yet, behind the broken swords were innumerable flying swords that surged forward, tirelessly crashing into the oncoming wind and snow, like moths drawn to a flame.

The scene between heaven and earth was shocking.

When powerful cultivators standing at the pinnacle of the world clashed, every move they made could cause heaven and earth to undergo drastic changes.

The flying swords in the sky continued to break, their sword energies scattering and falling, slicing through the swirling wind and snow.

Chen Chao felt a sharp pain. When he looked down, he saw a gash had appeared on his black shirt. Inside the gash, he realized that his skin had been cut open at some point, and fine beads of blood were slowly oozing out.

This scene left Chen Chao horrified. It was important to note that the two fighters had never intended to harm anyone, yet the aura radiating from them was enough to leave a cut on his body, a martial artist at the Great Beyond Realm.

Was this the might of a Great Sword Immortal?

Chen Chao instinctively looked at Xie Nandu, wanting to pull her behind him. However, he noticed that she was fully engrossed in the battle before them. Understanding how rare this opportunity was for a sword cultivator, Chen Chao decided against saying anything further and refocused his attention on the sky.

The wind and snow had long been torn apart, leaving behind a space filled with only flying swords and demonic qi.

But, those flying swords continued to clash and break, and there were not many left now.

Although the Sword Sect Master's sword was immensely powerful, it did not seem to be able to do anything to this Demon Emperor.

The Great Liang Emperor remained silent. Even at his realm, witnessing this scene stirred many thoughts within him.

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Sword cries.

Everywhere there was the sound of sword cries.

As the flying swords continued to break, the remaining swords began to tremble and hum.

The Demon Emperor looked at the flying swords with an expressionless face and said indifferently, “We have waited so long, only to receive such a sword?”

As he spoke, the few remaining flying swords in front of him shattered.

At that moment, none of the countless flying swords remained.

After the flying swords dissipated, a common flying sword that had arrived in the demon territory before the Sword Sect's Sect Master soared up from the wind and snow, emitting a series of cries.

Then the wind and snow parted, revealing the Sword Sect's Sect Master, who finally appeared before the world, holding that flying sword.

The Sword Sect's Sect Master looked up at the Demon Emperor who was high in the air, then he said with a sigh, “It's truly rare to see both Your Majesties here.”

The Demon Emperor looked down at the Sword Sect's Sect Master from high up.

The Sword Sect's Sect Master did not waste his breath, he raised the flying sword in his hand and lightly swung it, delivering a strike.

This seemingly unremarkable strike, as it was executed, caused the scattered sword qi between heaven and earth to converge at that moment, making this strike exceptionally brilliant.

It was as if a dazzling white line was about to slice through heaven and earth.

And along with it, it aimed to cut through the Demon Emperor standing between heaven and earth.

This was the Sword Sect's Sect Master's second sword.

A return to simplicity with the second sword.

A plain and unadorned second sword strike.

In comparison to the grand commotion of the first sword, the second sword appeared much more ordinary.

Yet in the eyes of the Demon Emperor, this second sword was far more interesting than the first.

That dazzling white line was likely sharper than the sharpest sword in the world.