Martial Cultivator

The demon also saw that figure and really wanted to escape, it dared not move. It was because it knew that the moment it moved, this flying sword before its eyes would instantly pierce through its glabella, making it die completely. It was already heavily wounded at the moment, how could it possibly be a match for this young sword cultivator?

"You narrowly escaped with your life, but instead of running as far away as possible, you insisted on lingering here. It seems like you really don't take me seriously!"

The young sword cultivator spat out that stalk of wild grass, his eyes fixed on the demon with a thoughtful gaze. His gaze was as sharp as a sword, and in his eyes, there seemed to be an unparalleled sword hidden at this moment; enough to kill.

The demon looked at him, filled with intense fear, finding it difficult to say anything.

The young sword cultivator looked at its terrified appearance and said with a smile, "Since you have nothing to say, then don't say anything."

Following these words, the sound of sword cries suddenly sounded. That green flying sword instantly thrust toward the demon's glabella. If this strike could really pierce its glabella, then no matter how tough its body was, it could not escape the outcome of death.

No one wanted to die and no demon wanted to die either.

So, it spurted a large mouthful of blood, a mouthful filled with blood essence, and then retreated continuously. For a moment, it was actually even faster than that flying sword.

The young sword cultivator saw this scene and smiled, saying, "It's not that easy to escape."

He continued to control the flying sword with his mind, accelerating the flying sword's speed in an instant.

The green flying sword streaked through the heavens and earth like a streak of green light, carrying boundless vitality. But at this moment, it was bringing death upon someone else.

It was a very strange feeling, but it was happening right now.

Although the demon chose to burn its blood essence, the timing was terrible. It was already too slow. Since the young sword cultivator had already arrived here and the flying sword had locked onto it once again, with its serious injuries, there was no possibility of escape.

The flying sword swept past and sword intent surged between heaven and earth, boundless sword qi immediately stirring. The entire dense forest started shaking at this moment. Those falling leaves were sliced through in an instant before falling to the ground.

Seeing this scene, the other martial artists' eyes widened in fear. The flying sword closed in on that demon, but the demon suddenly turned around and struck the flying sword's tip with a punch. A vast amount of demonic qi gushed out, forcibly resisting that overwhelming sword qi!

Perhaps it understood that no matter how it tried to escape, it could not elude the pursuit of this flying sword no matter what. So it decided not to run anymore, or perhaps it had other ideas.

In any case, when that punch was thrown, half of the sky instantly fell into darkness. However, the flying sword emitted a brilliant sword light that forcibly tore through the darkness in an instant, colliding with the demon's fist.

The young sword cultivator rubbed his head and murmured something.

The flying sword surged with sword qi.

The flying sword pierced through that demon's fist and then plunged right in.

The sword intent of heaven and heaven immediately followed after.

In just an instant, the flying sword had crashed into the demon's body and disappeared in the end.

With a sputter ——

The flying sword reappeared from the demon's body, appearing not far away, and it started trembling once again.

Upon closer inspection, the flying sword actually had no trace of blood on it.

The young sword cultivator beckoned his hand slightly and the flying sword returned to his side, hovering there.

The demon collapsed with a loud crash and blood started flowing from the wound, seeping into the earth.

Sword qi dissipated entirely between heaven and earth.

Sword intent also vanished without a trace.

The world returned to tranquility.

Chen Chao looked at the young sword cultivator next to the flying sword and was silent.

Previously, when he crossed swords with the female sword cultivator in the capital, although he won, he knew that even though that female sword cultivator lost to him, the killing prowess of a sword cultivator was truly unparalleled. If he encountered a truly extraordinary sword cultivator one day, that would be the real test.

Later, he left the capital and headed south all the way. Chen Chao never thought he would actually encounter another sword cultivator so soon.

Moreover, this seemed to be a great sword cultivator in the true sense.

As for whether or not he was a sword immortal... that was unlikely.

This young sword cultivator in front of him was too young.

If such a young sword cultivator was a sword cultivator, that would be highly improbable.

Regardless, being able to easily slay a demon in the Bitter Sea Realm so easily, he should at least be a Great Beyond Realm sword cultivator, right?

That was truly a great sword cultivator.

An impressive great sword cultivator.

Chen Chao got up from the ground, still holding the broken saber in his hand, and bowed to the young sword cultivator, thanking him, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist."

The other party was a sword cultivator who was presumably from a foreign land sect. The cultivators there had a poor impression of martial artists all along. If it were at a different time, Chen Chao would definitely not speak first. But since the other party had saved his life, it was not a problem to say a few words.

As for how the other party would react, he was not worried.

If the young sword cultivator still showed disgust towards him, then he would leave sensibly.

The young sword cultivator looked at that broken saber that Chen Chao was holding and became rather interested, asking, "If I wanted to kill you, what can you do with your cultivation?"

He was not stupid, he naturally knew what it meant for Chen Chao to still be holding his saber at this moment.

Seeing the other party had asked this question, Chen Chao thought about it, but still said, "Meeting someone unexpectedly, it's natural to be prepared."

Seeing that he was so forthright, the young sword cultivator also smiled and said, "Rather honest."

"Looking at you, I can probably guess your identity. You're that Chen Chao who made all the foreign cultivators suffer a loss during the Myriad Willow Convention, right?"

The young sword cultivator grinned and said, "I've traveled the world and bumped into many people who said that the young martial artist carrying a broken saber is very impressive. I didn't expect to meet you here."

Chen Chao was silent. He could understand why his identity had been exposed. At his age and cultivation level, in addition to this broken saber, there was nothing he could conceal.

Chen Chao nodded and said, "I'm Chen Chao."

The young sword cultivator said, "Rather frank."

"May I ask for Fellow Daoist's name?"

Since the other party already knew his identity, Chen Chao also wanted to know the identity of this young sword cultivator before him.

A cultivator so young, yet with such a high cultivation level, it was likely rare to see even in the cultivation world.

This young sword cultivator might be one of those existences who were rare even in those major sects.

The young sword cultivator pointed to the green flying sword and said with a smile, "In theory, any cultivator in the world would know my name upon seeing this sword."

Chen Chao was taken aback, then carefully examined the flying sword. Only then, did he realize that two characters were engraved beside the hilt of the flying sword

They were two extremely ordinary characters, seemingly casually carved.

Chen Chao looked at these two words and was silent for a while before slowly reading them, "Wild Grass?"

The young sword cultivator nodded and said, "Precisely so!"

In the eleventh year of Tianjian, an extremely important event occurred in the world of sword cultivators, which was that Sword Qi Mountain produced a Hundred Year Sword. When the news spread, countless sword cultivators fell over each other in a mad scramble to Sword Qi Mountain. At that time, countless sword cultivators were on the mountain, hoping to bring that Hundred Year Sword down the mountain. But no one succeeded.

All the way until an unremarkable young sword cultivator climbed up the mountain.

That sword suddenly trembled, leaving the Sword Pond and sweeping up endless amounts of sword qi. It then landed in the hands of that young sword cultivator.

After that, the young sword cultivator left the mountain with that Hundred Year Sword. Since then, very few people could find his traces.

As for that Hundred Year Sword, it was called Wild Grass.

And the name of that young sword cultivator seemed to be Yu Xiyi.

Chen Chao looked at him, his expression becoming extremely complicated. Back in Tianqing County, he had once fabricated a lie to Guo Xi and the rest. Only after that, did Chen Chao learn that those people took his randomly made-up lie seriously.

What made them pay so much attention to it was that they felt that the young sword cultivator in the story was Yu Xiyi.

Chen Chao never thought that he could meet this peerless sword path genius one day.

Nor did he expect that he actually met him under such circumstances.

So for a moment, Chen Chao felt that the world was somewhat bizarre, leaving him bewildered.

Yu Xiyi retracted that Wild Grass, sheathed it, and then hung it casually on his waist. He said nonchalantly, "You can be shocked, but don't have any other unnecessary emotions."