Chapter 273.1: Hopeless Situation - Part 1

The white mist came from all directions, finally descending slowly and arriving in front of Chen Chao, enveloping him.

At this moment, Chen Chao looked like a pure white cocoon.

It was just that the cocoon was incredibly huge, resembling more like a giant egg than a cocoon.

The black ox lay on the ground, calling out weakly, "Daoist Master..."

It was now incredibly frightened, only able to grasp at its last straw for survival.

The middle-aged daoist was too busy to care about someone else. The talisman was still at his fingertips, but he could not seem to crush it no matter what.

The pressure here was much more terrifying than when he entered. Even for someone as strong as him, standing was already a challenge at this moment, let alone perform any other actions.

Even in such a perilous situation, the middle-aged daoist still did not harbor any feelings of fear. Having been high above the clouds for many years, even if he were to fall into a swamp one day, it would be hard for him to have any fearful thoughts or actions.

Only this, was the true mark of a prominent figure.

Even at this moment, he was not afraid. The current middle-aged daoist was just curious, curious about why such a thing was happening.

What secrets did the young martial artist have on him?

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Outside the divine mountain, there had always been white mist lingering endlessly. Even at that place outside the divine mountain, it had gathered to form a mist wall. But at this moment, the white mist was being drawn towards the divine mountain. The white mist here naturally became thinner and dissipated. As for other places outside the divine mountain, endless white mist was also being drawn up the divine mountain at this moment.

The entire ruin gradually became free of the white mist.

The divine mountain had now become the place with the heaviest suppression. But as time passed, everything began to change.

The black ox suddenly let out a cry. With a crackling sound, it crawled up from the ground. Its broken limbs had now fully recovered. It stood up, somewhat surprised, and cried out, "Daoist Master, the suppression has dispersed, there's no more suppression!"

Being in the ruin, its cultivation realm had been suppressed from the beginning. After entering the divine mountain, this feeling was even more prominent. The middle-aged daoist was able to resist the white mist with the oiled-paper umbrella before, but it was no longer effective after entering this divine mountain.

It was at that moment the black ox had the idea of taking action. But unfortunately, it still failed.

The middle-aged daoist had many means.

However, those methods were unable to demonstrate his true strength as a great daoist sage in this place, because of the existence of the white mist. Therefore, the middle-aged daoist could not even kill Chen Chao as he intended before. In that brief battle, Chen Chao demonstrated a combat power that did not belong to an ordinary Bitter Sea Realm cultivator, and this aspect made the middle-aged daoist lose face.

As a cultivator who had reached the highest point many years ago, being treated like this by a cultivator he normally regarded as an ant, such a feeling was naturally hard to bear.

But at this moment, everything was different.

As the white mist gathered in front of Chen Chao, it formed a huge white cocoon. The middle-aged daoist could move now, but he did not move, he just stood in place and took a deep breath.

Only now did he feel that the pressure weighing on him had completely disappeared.

It was unknown when this grand array was active or passive, but at this moment, there was indeed not a single trace of aura left.

It was broken.

The grand array dissipated.

The suppression was no more.

Qi was born again within the middle-aged daoist's body. He seemed unchanged, but a profound aura appeared on his body.

At this moment, the middle-aged daoist had once again regained the cultivation realm belonging to a Nepenthe great sage.

He looked at the white cocoon and was silent for some time. But, he did not do anything.

The black ox walked over and asked, "Daoist Master, what are you thinking about?"

The fresh blood from its limbs had stopped flowing long ago. Having such coarse skin and thick flesh, it naturally could not remember the pain from before. It looked at the huge white cocoon and asked, "Daoist Master, what's happening here again?"

It was not stupid. It had already thought of something when the white mist gathered. It was probably because of Chen Chao that the current situation had come about.

The black ox looked at the middle-aged daoist in astonishment, thinking that the daoist was truly peerless. Such methods were truly domineering and truly remarkable!

The middle-aged daoist walked forward, his previous methods only a test, whereas his current method was his true efforts without holding anything back.

Several auras prevented the white mist from closing, then penetrated deeper and deeper. The wind howled between heaven and earth, accompanied by an extremely oppressive feeling.

If there were still a third person present at this moment, witnessing the middle-aged daoist's methods, they would probably have to exclaim in amazement, marveling at the profoundness of the middle-aged daoist's daoist techniques and the height of his cultivation realm.

He was a true genius of his generation to begin with.

As time passed, the cocoon had been opened up considerably, and the terrifying aura had penetrated deeply within. The expression of the middle-aged daoist became increasingly indifferent. He did not know what connection the white mist had with Chen Chao, but he simply wanted to destroy them.

Even if it was Chen Chao's lucky chance, it did not matter.

If he destroyed it, then it would be fine.

He wanted to kill this young martial artist, unrelated to his previous triumph at the Myriad Willow Convention, or his battle with Yun Jianyue that had no winner. He was even less worried about his potential, that a new and incredible martial artist would appear in the Great Liang Dynasty.

It was merely because Chen Chao had persisted for so long. His glabella was penetrated by his fingertips, but he did not die.

Although such a thing had happened here, it was still difficult for him to accept.

Since he could not accept it, he had to erase it. Then this matter would never be known to outsiders, and it could be regarded as never having happened.

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The white cocoon was forcibly opened by the middle-aged daoist.

With his eyes tightly closed, Chen Chao, his upper body bare, appeared before his eyes.

The upper body which was not considered robust, but with clear definitions, was covered in countless scars.

In his hand, he still held the broken saber.

As for his glabella, although there was no more blood flowing out at the moment, his face was covered in bloodstains.

The middle-aged daoist looked at him, slightly surprised.

A terrifying aura suddenly descended.

The white cocoon had opened, and the terrifying aura surged out, ready to fall on Chen Chao.

No matter what stage he was at now, he should not be able to withstand an attack from this middle-aged daoist at this moment.

A strike from a great daoist sage would undoubtedly be thunderous, and shocking all around!

The howling wind blew the middle-aged daoist's hair. His daoist robe began to flutter, endless qi started to surround his body, and more qi had already left his body, heading towards Chen Chao.

Suddenly, there was tranquility between heaven and earth.

No more rustling of the wind, and no other sounds.

The black ox sighed emotionally.

He could be considered half a disciple of the Rongshan Sect. Over the years, he had been the guardian demonic beast of this mountain, and had seen many powerhouses in the Rongshan Sect. However, among those powerhouses, there were very few who could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the middle-aged daoist in front of him. After countless years where seas changed into mulberry fields and mulberry fields into seas, he felt vicissitudes of emotion that the world still had such a figure.

The middle-aged daoist remained calm. At this moment, he was just looking at Chen Chao in front of him, waiting for the outcome.

That terrifying aura contained the essence of his years of cultivation. It was one of the daoist techniques that he was most adept in.

Although he stood at the peak of the world, he still understood a truth: even a lion must exert all its strength to catch a rabbit.

Moreover, prior to this, Chen Chao had brought him many surprises.

At this moment, in order to prevent any more surprises, he exerted all his strength.

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