Chapter 416: Carrying a Saber Up The Mountain

Chapter 416: Carrying a Saber Up The Mountain

"The disciples on the mountain shall intercept him at the mountain path. I want to see if he can make it to me."

Daoist Sage Tianyi spoke slowly, issuing his command. The two cultivators who had long been kneeling exchanged glances, both seeing the worry in the other's eyes. But at this moment, who dared to say anything more?

On this Clearwater Mountain, whatever Daoist Sage Tianyi said, that was what it was.

The cultivator who received the order quickly left, while Daoist Sage Tianyi just remained standing in place, looking at the statue of the Daoist ancestor in the main hall, his expression unchanged.

Clearwater Mountain was easy to find. Chen Chao had not spent much time before he arrived at the foot of this Clearwater Mountain. The heavy rain did not stop, soaking him through. His black garments clung tightly to his body and his muscle definitions could vaguely be seen. He was not a muscular individual, but that also meant Chen Chao was one of those skinny young men. Every muscle in his body contained tremendous strength.

As he traveled the mountain path, he soon spotted the first group of Clearwater Mountain cultivators. These cultivators were normally responsible for patrolling the mountain. Clearwater Mountain did not have a mountain protecting array. Firstly, the resources required for its daily operation were not small. Secondly, Daoist Sage Tianyi had never cared about such matters. He believed that no one dared to provoke Clearwater Mountain, and if someone really wanted to climb the mountain to provoke them one day, Daoist Sage Tianyi was confident in killing them.

Several cultivators on the mountain path watched the expressionless young martial artist ascending the mountain, swallowing hard. One of them plucked up his courage and shouted loudly, "This is Clearwater Mountain's territory. Unrelated personnel are to..."

The word "withdraw" was still stuck in his throat, but he never had the chance to bring it to this world.

A head rolled down from the mountain path inexplicably, and the headless corpse slowly fell too.

In the pouring rain, visibility was already limited, and with it being the middle of the night, the cultivators could not clearly see when the young martial artist drew his saber. By the time they realized it, Chen Chao had already arrived in front of them.

What followed was a slaughter without suspense.

The cultivators of Clearwater Mountain normally committed many evil deeds. Now, they all died under the edge of a broken saber.

After killing several cultivators, Chen Chao remained expressionless, stepping on their corpses, and continued ascending the mountain.

However, after he took a few steps, he encountered a large group of cultivators ahead.

With Daoist Sage Tianyi's order, whether these cultivators on the mountain were willing or not, they could only appear on the mountain path at this moment to block the path of this young martial artist.

Chen Chao did not speak, nor did he utter any words like "those who block my path shall die," because tonight, whether they blocked his path or not, they would all have to die.

He was going to kill all the cultivators on Clearwater Mountain.

The cultivators on the mountain obviously did not anticipate this. Looking at this young martial artist, the cultivator leading them berated Chen Chao angrily, "You uncouth martial artist, daring to trespass even our Clearwater Mountain. Haven't you heard of the name of Daoist Sage Tianyi?!"

Chen Chao did not speak, he just gave him a cold glance. With just this glance, it was as if a sharp blade had directly cleaved towards the cultivator.

In an instant, that cultivator felt weak in his limbs. It was only now that he realized, feeling a chilling murderous intent.

That killing intent lingered in the rain, seemingly falling on them at every moment.

Chen Chao took a deep breath and began to run towards the mountain path.

The entire mountain path was filled with killing intent.

Single-handedly challenging a sect, such a thing, in the history of the entire cultivation world, had happened only a few times. Successful attempts were even rarer.

Although Chen Chao's cultivation realm could not compare to those great cultivators who could leave their names in history books, Clearwater Mountain was not a great sect worthy of being recorded in history books either.

However, as the golden net descended and trapped the young martial artist, he let out a roar of frustration; akin to a trapped beast.

Several cultivators sneered, thinking it was nothing more than wishful thinking for one person to dare to invade their Clearwater Mountain.

But in the next moment, a dazzling flash of saber light suddenly appeared in the darkness.

It illuminated many cultivators' faces.

The next moment, the cultivators holding onto different corners of the net felt a tremendous force trying to drag the golden net away from their grasp. Their expressions changed, and they each stepped back, gripping the net tightly to prevent the young martial artist from escaping.

However, as the golden net stretched taut, the golden threads in the middle snapped apart.

Several cultivators each retreated several steps, and when they looked back at the golden net, they saw that it had been torn apart.

The young martial artist who broke free had his black shirt torn to pieces on his upper body. He did not care in the slightest, reaching out with one hand to grab a cultivator, and forcibly ripping off his arm!

Then, he punched the cultivator's head, sending white fragments flying along with the blood.

Afterwards, Chen Chao immediately tore off his own tattered black shirt, revealing his scar-covered upper body.

During this time, the young martial artist even took the time to use the tattered shirt to wipe the blood off his face.

But to all the cultivators present, this scene presented a completely different picture.

Where did this god of killing come from?!

After nearly wiping out half of Clearwater Mountain's cultivators with one breath of qi, Chen Chao found time to replenish his qi before he uttered his first words, "With only these meager abilities, you guys learn to commit evil deeds?"

His voice was not loud, but all the surrounding cultivators heard it clearly.

The voice sounded as if it came from hell itself.

The young martial artist threw away his black shirt and said softly, "Keep coming."

The pouring rain did not stop.

Chen Chao had already reached halfway up the mountain.

There were no more Clearwater Mountain cultivators behind him, only dismembered corpses.

There was no rainwater left on the mountain path, only a continuous flow of bloody water.

In front of him, the few remaining Clearwater Mountain cultivators were already trembling in fear.

At this moment, everyone was trembling with fear and trepidation, feeling an icy chill creeping over them.

No one dared to step forward anymore.

They did not even dare to meet the gaze of the young martial artist in front of them.