Martial Cultivator

Chen Chao had already rushed toward him, but his toes barely touched the ground, like a dragonfly skimming water, gently landing on the surface. As golden chains crawled out from the ground, the martial artist had already vanished in an instant. Daoist Jadevoid first frowned, then smiled. Do you really think that moving fast means everything is settled?

Afterward, Chen Chao continuously closed the distance between them. Behind him, countless golden chains appeared, tightly pursuing him, like massive golden serpents, choosing their prey to devour.

Chen Chao was now about ten feet from Daoist Jadevoid.

At this moment, the purple lightning above was about to descend.

Chen Chao’s expressionless fist had already struck. The young martial artist in the black robe, the robe fluttering in the wind, delivered a punch of extreme weight, as if a mountain pressed down upon the head!

Surrounding gale winds swirled without pause, but that punch, when it was only about an inch from Daoist Jadevoid’s face, abruptly stopped. On Chen Chao’s arm, several golden chains had already wrapped around, binding him tightly.

Other golden chains simultaneously wrapped around Chen Chao’s body, fixing him firmly in place at a distance.

Lightning flashed across the sky curtain, and immediately purple lightning began to descend.

These combined techniques, in Daoist Jadevoid’s eyes, meant that even if Chen Chao were not blown apart, he would at least suffer heavy injuries.

Once this young martial artist was seriously wounded, the subsequent matters would be easy to handle. “Lord Warden Commander, this penniless daoist concedes.”

Daoist Jadevoid performed a mock-serious daoist salute.

Then he watched Chen Chao being engulfed by the lightning.

In the distance, Chen Yi watched this scene, eyes wide. Even he could sense that Chen Chao was at a disadvantage. Yet thinking of the Lord Warden Commander’s reputation, he had still held onto a sliver of hope. Now, seeing this, he felt genuinely unsettled.

“Fellow Daoist He?”

Chen Yi spoke cautiously.

But He Liang remained fully focused on what lay ahead.

A vast torrent of lightning poured down, making the entire plaza appear bathed in dazzling purple.

Daoist Jadevoid smiled faintly. But the moment that smile appeared, a fist smashed into his forehead.

The terrifying punch force instantly knocked him into the Purple Qi Pavilion.

The young martial artist in the black robe moved abruptly. Behind him, inexplicably, a dharma idol formed from white qi. Not very tall, only about ten feet, it propped one hand toward the sky, blocking the many descending lightning bolts. The other hand was simply held behind its back. Though silent, it seemed to say: This insignificant heavenly power, I will block it. You just strike with your fists.

This white qi-formed “Chen Chao” slightly raised his head, looking toward the sky curtain. Though his face could not be seen clearly, everyone could feel the contempt emanating from him.

In this era, the “pure martial artist,” though their cultivation path had been determined to be flawed, incapable of practicing magic spells, and no longer the strongest path of assault as in previous eras, But the more so, this actually provided an advantage: it separated the contemporary martial artist from the so-called Heavenly Dao.

Not relying on the so-called grand momentum of heaven and earth, he would no longer have any connection with heaven and earth. This forced the martial artist to rely solely on himself.

This was the true meaning of the word “pure.”

Chen Chao, as the person who had gone the farthest among the current era's pure martial artists, when facing an opponent who borrowed the grand trends of heaven and earth to attack him, could not say he felt hatred, but there was still a measure of disdain.

You bastards, if you don’t rely on magic spells, Your Father can crush every one of you with a single punch.

Of course, even if you bastards did rely on magic spells to fight Your Father, it would only be a matter of a few more rounds.

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Daoist Jadevoid collided into the Purple Qi Pavilion. As his body retreated, it showed several unusual moments of suspension. Afterwards, he barely stopped moving. His daoist robe swayed, and the incense ash in the censer behind him floated into the air.

Then this daoist of extremely high seniority turned to glance at the numerous memorial tablets and shook his head.

A martial artist in black stepped into the Purple Qi Pavilion.

Scanning the surroundings, the young martial artist smiled and said, “When this Purple Pavilion shatters, there won’t be anywhere to place the memorial tablets of the deceased daoists.”

Daoist Jadevoid smiled. “Since Lord Warden Commander came intending to destroy Purple Leaf Grotto, if I truly die at the hands of Lord Warden Commander, there would indeed be no place to set up the memorial tablets.”

Chen Chao smiled at this remark.

“Since Sage is so calm and composed, this official will begin dismantling the pavilion.”

Taking a deep breath, the young martial artist inhaled deeply. White qi surged behind him, entering his body, then spreading outward, framing him like a war god walking out of a celestial palace.

Then he struck with a ruthless punch. The punch force howled, and the brilliant radiance that erupted was blinding, shining with tremendous light.

At the same time, a voice echoed from afar: “It looks like Daoist Redsky doesn’t intend to make a move at this moment, merely watching from the sidelines? Is he waiting for you, the old ancestor, to expend yourself first, before delivering the final blow?”

Daoist Jadevoid waved the horsetail whisk. Ten thousand strands of silk floated like countless thin snakes, lunging outward to intercept Chen Chao’s fist force.

Above, the purple lightning gathered over the Purple Qi Pavilion, about to descend at any moment.

Daoist Redsky stood outside the entrance, watching the scene with a cold expression.

To destroy this Purple Pavilion, which enshrined countless ancestors? To outsiders, this would certainly be considered great disrespect, but he could understand Daoist Jadevoid.

The priority today was to kill the martial artist. As for everything else, shame or anything else, it would dissipate like smoke and clouds. There was no need to worry.

The purple lightning descended. Terrifying flashes of lightning engulfed the Purple Qi Pavilion.

The rumbling sound never ceased. The collapse of the Purple Qi Pavilion was so sudden that it caught people completely off guard.

But inside the pavilion, Chen Chao caught a bolt of purple lightning with one hand, instantly crushing it, and simultaneously struck a punch at Daoist Jadevoid in front of him.

But inside the pavilion, Chen Chao caught a bolt of purple lightning with one hand, instantly crushing it, and simultaneously struck a punch at Daoist Jadevoid in front of him.

A trace of blood seeped out from the corner of Daoist Jadevoid’s mouth, his expression virtually ugly to the extreme.

Even though so many techniques had been employed earlier, seemingly sufficient preparation, at this moment, the facts proved that Chen Chao had still been underestimated.

This current era's number one martial artist was simply too overbearing.

“Master, Senior Brother... apologies for disturbing you.”

Daoist Jadevoid suddenly extended his finger and sliced open a blood wound on his glabella. A few drops of blood flicked from his fingertip, instantly landing on several memorial tablets.

Then, streams of purple qi rose, and a figure appeared behind him.

All were daoists.

“Spiritual fortune of heaven and earth, this penniless daoist kowtows, requesting the ancestors to return...”

One by one, daoists in purple robes appeared. At their head was a figure whose appearance matched exactly the portrait hung on the memorial tablet behind him.

It could only be the founding ancestor, Daoist Purple Leaf.

Daoist Jadevoid exhaled, feeling a bit guilty. “This disciple disturbs Master, my heart is filled with shame. But now, Purple Leaf Grotto...”

Before he could finish his sentence, white qi surged from behind Chen Chao, instantly condensing into a dharma idol several dozen feet tall. One hand directly formed to press down on the head of the first-generation ancestor, Daoist Purple Leaf, and without a word, he forcefully ripped off the head.

A head condensed from purple qi was tossed in the palm of the giant dharma idol formed by Chen Chao’s qi.

Then that dharma idol, formed from Chen Chao’s qi, lowered its head to look at Daoist Jadevoid, sneering: “Requesting the ancestor? Even if you invite the Dao Ancestor, this official would just have to throw a few more punches.”