Martial Cultivator

"My most powerful technique actually isn\'t the dao sword."

He Yi looked at Chen Chao very calmly. That was just one of his trump cards, but it was not all of it.

Chen Chao nodded and said, "I thought the same too."

Although he did not think that the person in front of him, He Yi, was very intelligent, he certainly did not think he was stupid either. Since the Myriad Willow Convention was just around the corner, He Yi must have hidden some tricks up his sleeve.

He Yi said rather regretfully, "I was originally planning to save all that I\'ve learned in my lifetime for when I fight with those geniuses at the Myriad Willow Convention."

Chen Chao said, "Why don\'t you just concede and then save those techniques to deal with others when the time comes?"

Hearing this, the young people who were watching from the sides frowned. The word \'shameless\' still surfaced in their minds.

However, He Yi did not care and just said, "I am from the Verdant Cloud Temple. Even if it\'s not for myself, I have to uphold the honor of my sect too."

Chen Chao was silent for a while before saying, "Is it very shameful to lose to a cultivator from the Great Liang Dynasty?"

The question was simple, but everyone present fell into deep thought.

The answer was actually very obvious and everyone knew it. But, it was not just the young people of the Great Liang Dynasty who could not answer at this moment, even the foreign cultivators did not find it easy to say at this moment too.

To the foreign cultivators, losing to a Great Liang Dynasty cultivator was a very embarrassing thing.

Chen Chao looked at He Yi in front of him and smiled as he said indifferently, "I know, that\'s what you all think."

He Yi did not speak.

The scene was very quiet. The young people from the Great Liang Dynasty did not speak. They knew that this was the common idea of the foreign cultivators. They knew that no matter how they argued, it was the truth.

This was a stone that had been pressing on Great Liang Dynasty\'s head. But this stone had already been pressing on the Great Liang Dynasty for two hundred years. If one did not count from the Great Liang Dynasty, but the previous dynasties, it would be even more years.

Foreign cultivators were aloof from the world, sitting high on top of the mountains. They had always been overlooking the world.

Chen Chao rubbed his wrist. He had used too much force while holding the saber earlier. That area was a little sore at this moment.

"Since you all feel that losing to a cultivator from Great Liang Dynasty is a very shameful thing, then I\'ll completely embarrass you all tonight!"

Chen Chao narrowed his eyes and looked at those foreign cultivators. There was no expression on his face. He just said calmly, "I\'ll let you guys know tonight that the cultivators of our Great Liang Dynasty are not inferior to anyone!"

He Yi shook his head. "This isn\'t something that you can change just by saying these words. Even if what you say is true, how will you prove it? Unless you become the champion of the Myriad Willow Convention... Forget it, that\'s impossible."

A considerable number of geniuses would be taking part in the Myriad Willow Convention. If Chen Chao could defeat those geniuses, it would really prove something. But the question was, did Chen Chao have the ability to do so?

He Yi is only an existence ranked near the bottom of the Latent Dragon List. He could not be compared to those top geniuses at all.

Chen Chao looked up and smiled. "Not necessarily."

He Yi said, "It\'s good that you\'re very confident, but I still have to remind you that your thoughts are nothing but wishful thinking. Although those real top talents won\'t appear in the Divine Capital this time, you still have no chance of winning."

Chen Chao did not want to argue with him, so he just tightened his grip on his saber.

Their competition tonight was not over yet.

With a wave of his daoist robe, He Yi\'s demeanor changed drastically, and he said seriously, "Please give me guidance."

Chen Chao smiled and directly tore off that tattered black shirt on his body, revealing his seemingly slender but actually muscular upper body.

On the not-so-fair skin, besides the wounds from earlier, there were also countless scars. Many of them were left by various wild beasts. Furthermore, the scars were different, because there was more than one kind of wild beast.

Cultivators could not possibly be harmed by ordinary beasts, only demons could harm martial artists who were known for their tough bodies.

Moreover, fresh blood was still flowing from the wounds. It made the young man appear like a grim reaper from the depths of the abyss at this moment.

These scars explained many things.

Xie Nandu looked at Chen Chao\'s bare upper body quietly. Each scar on it told an extremely dangerous story behind it.

But, there were so many, indicating that he had gone through a lot.

He Yi was somewhat absentminded too.

He quickly returned to his senses and extended a hand. Qi emanated from his palm and wind and thunder was gradually born between his fingers.

He began to unleash the daoist spells that he had been studying since childhood.

However, Chen Chao was not willing to give him the chance. Right when qi appeared in his palm, Chen Chao started running again

He was still extremely fast this time, just like before.

With a blank expression, He Yi raised his hand and a purple thunderbolt containing abundant qi struck down.

This was the Dao society\'s Purple Thunder, seemingly the most ordinary lightning technique among the Dao society spells.

Chen Chao took a heavy step and leaped into the air. Just as he left the ground, that purple thunderbolt just happened to fall. The massive power directly blasted a several-foot-deep pit in that place. The residual purple electric arcs cackled on the stone bricks!

It was obvious that this lightning technique used by He Yi was not an ordinary lightning spell.

His complexion was pale. At this moment, he was already injured. He could no longer use the dao sword, but he still has a number of other means at his disposal.

He silently revolved the qi within his body, purple thunderbolts fell here one after another. In just a moment, a lightning pool is created in front of him.

Countless purple thunderbolts fell, submerging the empty space in front of him. The purple thunderbolts continued falling, making it seem like no living being could survive in this lightning pool.

This power made many people feel rather astonished.

Although He Yi had always been at a disadvantage earlier tonight, what he displayed at this moment made people easily forget the events that happened before. They only felt that He Yi was seriously too strong.

The thunder was deafening, and no one could see the scene in the lightning pool anymore. They did not know if that young man was still alive.

The Second Prince looked at Li Heng a little worriedly, but seeing that the latter was standing quietly by the side, he relaxed his heart.

He Yi urged his daoist spell without any expression. Bolts of purple lightning fell one after another. His face was deathly pale under the illumination of the lightning. For a moment, it was actually difficult to discern whether it was truly pale or something else.

These purple thunderbolts lacked the daoism exquisiteness from before, but they had their own unique features.

At the very least, they looked mighty.

He Yi looked at the lightning pool. He knew that the young man was still alive inside and did not die.

His lightning techniques could only seriously injure that young martial artist at most.

It might not even be able to inflict heavy wounds.

Sure enough...

A pitch-black saber light emerged from the lightning pool.

It slashed towards the boundless purple lightning!

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The commotion in front of the Virtuous Sun Palace tonight was much greater than what people initially expected.

But the news did not make it out of the imperial city from start to end.

Those bigwigs lurking in the shadows remained silent. They were eager to know what happened inside the palace tonight, but they were also aware what the lack of information meant.

Someone did not want them to know what was currently happening inside.

In the Divine Capital, in that imperial city, only one person could such a thing.

In other places, people might not care what the Emperor thought. But in the Divine Capital, in the imperial city, he was the only ruler.