Martial Cultivator-Chapter 520: You Have to Die Even if You Don’t Want To

The demon race's physical bodies surpassed that of martial artists, and on top of that, they possessed demonic arts. Chen Chao was at a complete disadvantage in front of the green ape.

Previously, when both sides were contesting with their physiques, Chen Chao could still occasionally gain the upper hand. But now that the opponent had started using demonic arts, Chen Chao was truly at a loss.

What the hell is this?

Despite his curses, Chen Chao had to muster all his energy to deal with the ice spears.

The ice spears surged into the sky and, after a brief pause, shot towards Chen Chao.

Countless ice spears blotted out the skies and covered the earth, like a volley of arrows.

Chen Chao took a deep breath, not intending to sit back and wait for his doom. As the thousands of ice spears fell, he swung his saber heavily, sending a saber beam that shattered countless ice spears instantly. However, the remaining ice spears seemed almost sentient, not following their expected trajectory but instead converging and continuing to attack Chen Chao.

At the same time, Yuan Ling charged at Chen Chao with his spear raised once again.

Chen Chao let out a low grunt, slowly lifting Cloud Mud. Facing these ice spears, if he did not use one of his trump cards, he would likely lose his life.

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As a saber light suddenly appeared, there was a faint sound of a dragon roaring in the air.

Amidst the snowstorm, a phantom of a true dragon slowly emerged behind Chen Chao, though its head was lowered at this moment.

Yuan Ling was momentarily stunned. As a demon, seeing this true dragon phantom caused a slight change in his expression. To humans, the dragon race was merely a legendary entity, but to demons, it held even greater significance. According to ancient legends, demons were once ruled by the dragon race.

All demons harbored an innate fear of the dragon race.

Though this true dragon was merely a phantom, it was enough to send Yuan Ling into a momentary daze.

In that instant, the true dragon raised its head!

A saber light, rising from below like a true dragon emerging from the water, struck towards the sky.

Between heaven and earth, countless ice spears shattered.

Yuan Ling was also violently forced back several hundred yards by this terrifying saber light!

As the ice spears broke apart, Chen Chao soared through the air, covering several dozen yards. Taking advantage of the momentum, he descended from the sky and aimed directly at Yuan Ling’s head. The Cloud Mud in his hand also came smashing down with immense force. The white mist circulating through Chen Chao's meridians provided him with a powerful flow of qi. With this strike, Chen Chao was determined to either kill Yuan Ling or at the very least inflict severe injuries on the green ape.

Yuan Ling had just stabilized his body when he saw a dark shadow descending from the sky. Instinctively, he raised his hands, the black spear held in front of his chest. Cloud Mud struck the spear which was made of an unknown material, creating a gaping crack.

Chen Chao's qi continued to leak out, enveloping Yuan Ling.

Yuan Ling let out a defiant roar, but his legs trembled uncontrollably. In an instant, he was on one knee. But as Chen Chao exerted force, most of his body was buried in the snow, leaving only his upper half exposed.

Chen Chao laughed coldly, his veins bulging as his shirt exploded, revealing a torso marked with countless scars.

Yuan Ling's ferocious head continued to roar, but ultimately he spat out a mouthful of blood and was thoroughly crushed into the snow by Chen Chao.

Chen Chao's expression remained unchanged as he continued to press down.

Soon, both of them were deeply buried in the snow, buried by the heavy snowfall.

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After a quarter of an hour, the two figures burst out of the snow, one in front of the other. Chen Chao, who had been struck in the other shoulder by the long spear, slashed down with his saber and severed one of Yuan Ling's arms.

The severed arm fell into the snow and was covered in wind and snow.

"Roar..."

Yuan Ling, having lost an arm, held the spear with one hand and continued to charge forward. He finally nailed Chen Chao onto a snowbank.

Chen Chao's brows furrowed tightly. The intense pain in his shoulder was quite distressing, but in this exchange of injuries, it was clear he had gained the upper hand.

However, Yuan Ling had no intention of letting Chen Chao go so easily. After releasing his spear, he took a large step forward and smashed his remaining fist at Chen Chao.

Chen Chao could not evade in time and was struck in the other shoulder!

The originally wounded area was struck again, causing Chen Chao considerable discomfort.

However, he merely lowered his head silently and tightened his grip on Cloud Mud.

When Yuan Ling swung another punch, Chen Chao lifted his hand that was not holding the saber instantly to meet the blow.

The two fists collided, and Chen Chao did not fall into a disadvantage.

He grinned, his mouth full of blood, and taunted, “Green-furred animal, is that all you’ve got?”

Seeing Chen Chao still so arrogant, Yuan Ling's fury reached its peak. He had been suppressed by Chen Chao throughout the battle, suffering greatly. Now, seeing Chen Chao's demeanor, Yuan Ling's demonic qi surged uncontrollably, determined to smash Chen Chao to pieces!

However, before Yuan Ling could throw his next punch, Chen Chao struck him first, smashing his head with a punch!

With a loud bang!

Yuan Ling’s head was thrown back violently, and Chen Chao swung his saber at the same time, slicing through the black spear. Stepping forward, he threw a punch at Yuan Ling's chest.

Yuan Ling was knocked uncontrollably backward, and Chen Chao pursued him relentlessly.

During his advance, Chen Chao spat out a mouthful of blood and cursed, “Your Father can tolerate being provoked by that demoness once, but who the hell do you think you are? Do you really think you can kill Your Father?!”

As he charged forward, half of the spear was still embedded in his shoulder, but it did not stop Chen Chao from continuing to punch the green ape that had inflicted severe injuries on him.

After several dozen feet, Yuan Ling's chest was already a bloody mess, and his consciousness was fading too.

Chen Chao gritted his teeth and pulled the spear out of his shoulder, then slammed it heavily into Yuan Ling's chest.

He then kicked the green ape, who had already lost an arm, and sent it flying.

Watching the green ape fall into the snow, Chen Chao finally stopped and gasped heavily for air.

This battle, though not as perilous as facing that unknown demoness, had brought Chen Chao close to the brink of life and death on several occasions.

But if he had to choose again, he would rather face Yuan Ling once more than encounter that demoness again.

Chen Chao did not think he would lose to Yuan Ling, but he could not guarantee victory against the demoness.

Even though his broken saber had been reforged and his cultivation realm had improved compared to before.

However, just when Chen Chao thought Yuan Ling's life was surely over, he saw the green ape staggering up again in the distant snow.

Chen Chao was stunned.

He then watched as Yuan Ling used his remaining arm to pull out the half of the spear embedded in his body. With eyes bloodshot and moving noticeably slower, he charged towards Chen Chao. Chen Chao cursed, “What the hell are you?!”

At this point, even Chen Chao had to admire the green ape's tenacity.

He already ended up in this state and actually still refused to die?!

If you won't die, fine by me.

Your Father will chop you a few more times and you'll have to die eventually!

Chen Chao gritted his teeth and charged over again.

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When the two collided once more, Yuan Ling was clearly much slower than before. After his spear was broken, even though he swung it again, its range of attack was no longer as broad as it had been.

Chen Chao used the Swimming Fish that he had learned from the Sword Qi Mountain. Although his technique was still far from being truly perfected like Dragon Rearing Head, his saber's trajectory was not something Yuan Ling could figure out. In just a moment, numerous wounds had appeared on the green ape's body.

The snow-white saber flashed repeatedly, leaving a trail of injuries on the green ape's exterior.

After the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, the green ape was covered in wounds.

In some places, white bones were already visible.

Seeing that the opponent was an arrow at the end of its flight, Chen Chao leaped into the air.

“Your Father doesn't believe you won't die!”

Chen Chao brought his saber down on Yuan Ling’s head.

Yuan Ling's massive head rolled away.

Without even looking, Chen Chao kicked it further away.

Yuan Ling's head tumbled like a snowball, rolling farther and farther.

At the same time, a green demon bead slowly rose from Yuan Ling’s body, transforming into a small green ape, which began to flee into the distance.

Chen Chao reacted quickly, grabbing the small green ape that had been transformed from the demon bead. The small green ape looked back with resentment. Chen Chao looked at it and said with a smile, “Damn, you really have quite a few tricks up your sleeve for saving your life.”

But the next moment, he exerted force with his arm and directly crushed the demon bead.

With that, Yuan Ling was dead and gone.

Chen Chao then collapsed backwards, gasping heavily for air.

He had originally planned to proceed slowly after entering the desolate northern plains, but who would have thought he would encounter such a ferocious opponent right away?

He almost lost his life.

Chen Chao grabbed a handful of snow, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it for a few moments. Then he slowly sat up and looked around. This young martial artist suddenly remembered something.

Among those cultivators earlier, there seemed to be one person who survived.

It was a qi refiner.

And she was the only cultivator from that night who had shown Chen Chao any goodwill.

However, with these several avalanches, the female qi refiner named Liang Jinjin had long been buried by the snow and wind.

Chen Chao was somewhat bewildered and uncertain, “She can't be dead, right?”

Chen Chao struggled to get up, extending his divine sense and finally locating the still unconscious woman somewhere.

Chen Chao then dug her out from the snow.

Reaching out, he touched her chest.

It was a little... soft.

No, wait... there was still a heartbeat.

Not dead.

Chen Chao was very pleased.