Martial Cultivator

Chen Chao stopped his declining momentum high above Divine Capital. At the same time as he steadied himself, he casually gathered some of the scattered qi near him.

Then the young Lord Warden Commander turned his head and glanced at Divine Capital below.

From such a height, that towering majestic city had also become miniature. The common people within the city were even smaller, like ants.

This was probably the first time Chen Chao had truly stood at such a height and experienced the perspective of those cultivators on top of the mountains.

Looking at it this way, were the ordinary common people beneath the mountains not truly no different from ants?

Chen Chao shook his head, looked toward the sky, and spat out a mouthful of coagulated blood mixed with qi. So what if they were ants? Did that mean they deserved to be looked down upon?

There was no such logic.

Chen Chao reached into his chest, pulled out the clump of demon qi within his body, and crushed it. Then he rose into the air once more and swept toward the high skies again.

But the moment Chen Chao entered the sea of clouds, he encountered a head-on blow from the Demon Emperor. His enormous dharma idol stomped down with one foot. Ripples spread through the surroundings like a calm lake suddenly turning into stormy waves, while Chen Chao resembled a fish trying to break through the surface to breathe a mouthful of air above the lake, only to fail no matter what.