Martial Cultivator-Chapter 945: Many Scholars

Looking at that woman, the white-robed man recalled the evaluation his old friend had once given, and a playful look appeared in his eyes.

Back then, when that old friend had asked him to kill this woman, in order to make him take it seriously, he had said very solemnly at the end, “A tiger or leopard cub has not yet grown its markings, yet already has the vigor to devour an ox. Without needing time, it has already become a great threat.”

The white-robed man had also read human race texts and naturally knew the weight of this sentence.

If it had been anyone else persuading him, a demon lord who rarely had equals even among the demon race, to kill a woman who had not stepped into Nepenthe, he would not have cared. But the one who said this was his longtime friend, and he had spoken with such seriousness, so he came along to take a look.

In any case, it was something done along the way.

Now that they had met, setting aside the so-called talent for commanding troops and waging war, just these nine flying swords alone already made the white-robed man find it somewhat interesting.

Among the human race, sword cultivators had always been known for their killing power, regarded as without doubt the strongest line of cultivators. Most sword cultivators in this world only had a single lifeblood flying sword. This was not because they were unable to nurture one or two more, but because most did not think that nurturing additional lifeblood flying swords would greatly help their realm or killing power.;

But if a sword cultivator truly had five or six lifeblood flying swords, that would already be extremely rare—a true seed suited for the sword.

After that, each additional sword would be as difficult as ascending the heavens.

The white-robed man still remembered that when he had gone south into human territory, he had once encountered a sword cultivator who possessed six lifeblood flying swords. That person had just entered the great sword immortal realm, and with those six swords had caused him some trouble.

But in the end, he still directly broke those six lifeblood flying swords and killed that great sword immortal who had been regarded as soon to become the leader of human sword dao.

Even now, when he recalled those six flying swords, he still felt lingering fear.

Now, facing the woman sword cultivator before him again, looking at those nine flying swords, from the perspective of the cultivation path alone, he knew that this woman could not be left alive.

Once she stepped into the end of Nepenthe and became one of the rare female great sword immortals in the world, there would likely be no one left in the world who could be her opponent.

Therefore, very quickly, the white-robed man put away some of his contempt. With a slight movement of thought, a terrifying surge of demonic qi shot out from before him, intending to blast that woman sword cultivator to death on the spot.

But suddenly, a streak of sword light rose between heaven and earth. A brilliant snow-white line cut across midway and met that demonic qi.

The black and white auras collided in midair, instantly erupting with great power, causing ripples of qi to spread all around, as if a lake had appeared between heaven and earth, with ripples gradually spreading across its surface.

Though those ripples looked ordinary and slight, in truth they were extremely terrifying entanglements of qi. If any outsider were here, they would likely die instantly.

When the ripples gradually dissipated...

The white-robed man looked toward a certain place. A sword cultivator in green robes had appeared.

He held a flying sword thin as a cicada’s wing in a reverse grip. The sword trembled slightly, like the chirping of a cicada.

The green-robed sword cultivator glanced at the white-robed man and clicked his tongue. “So shameless? You’re a demon lord at any rate, how can you be so shameless as to attack my little junior sister, a Great Beyond cultivator?

The white-robed man remained unmoved, only looking at the green-robed sword immortal, his gaze indifferent.

A sword immortal, even if he had rushed here and could block this lord’s first strike, so what?

The white-robed man, unwilling to waste words, took a step forward. A terrifying aura like a mountain pressed forward at this moment, and the entire sky seemed to be covered by an extremely heavy mass of dark clouds.

It was as if the world was about to be destroyed.

The green-robed sword immortal narrowed his eyes and transmitted with his mind, “Little Junior Sister, find a chance to leave quickly. End of Nepenthe, it’s somewhat troublesome.”

This green-robed sword immortal was none other than Liu Banbi, who had long been at the Northern Frontier.

Although he said it was only somewhat troublesome, in reality it was extremely troublesome. No, not just troublesome, but... dangerous.

Nepenthe against end of Nepenthe, how could that be easy?

Moreover, he was facing a demon lord who considered himself most adept at killing sword immortals.

Liu Banbi had already prepared himself to die here.

Still, he felt somewhat unwilling, because the other side was not fighting him at the same realm, but using a higher realm to suppress him.

When he got to the underworld, Liu Banbi would probably curse three hundred times a day.

The white-robed man stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the green-robed sword immortal whose sword intent was accumulated but not released. Just from sensing the sword qi, this person was indeed stronger than the sword immortals he had killed back then. From a certain angle, he could even compare to some weaker great sword immortals.

This green-robed sword immortal before him was probably only one step away from becoming a great sword immortal.

All the better. On this trip, killing a woman sword cultivator who might become unmatched in the world, and then killing a sword immortal only one step away from the great sword immortal realm, this could be considered a full harvest.

Thinking this, the white-robed man stepped forward.

The demonic qi across the sky surged violently.

“So what if you’re a demon lord?!”

Liu Banbi spat out a mouthful of phlegm. With a tap of his foot, his entire body turned into a streak of sword light, rising from the ground and shooting straight toward the sky, dragging a brilliant trail of sword light.

In an instant, he plunged into the demonic qi.

The white-robed man smiled. He had not expected this sword immortal to have such courage, not retreating was one thing, but he even dared to come at him on his own initiative. Did he really think his sword dao abilities were that formidable?

In all these years, the human cultivators this lord had killed the most were sword immortals.

The white-robed man raised a hand. A mass of demonic qi naturally spread from his palm and hovered there. He then flicked his sleeve, and countless strands of demonic qi turned into black feathered arrows that shot out, sealing off the forward and retreat paths of that streak of sword light in an instant.

Then the white-robed man narrowed his eyes and smiled. A black scale appeared in his palm, but in an instant it turned snow-white, shining brilliantly.

With a flick of his finger, the snow-white scale suddenly moved, transforming into a small white flood dragon that charged toward Liu Banbi.

All the way along, the aura fluctuated without end, giving a feeling of overturning rivers and seas.

Between heaven and earth, faintly, there could be bursts of dragon roars!

But before that snow-white small flood dragon could crash into Liu Banbi, a streak of sword light shot out from that dense demonic cloud and tangled with the snow-white small flood dragon.

Only very quickly, that snow-white small flood dragon seized the sword light with its claws and soon tore it apart.

After that, the snow-white small flood dragon even swallowed those scattered strands of sword light in one gulp before continuing to sweep toward the demonic cloud.

The white-robed man stood where he was, glanced at that sword light, and with a thought, had already swept forward, arriving not far from Xie Nandu.

The white-robed man casually flicked his sleeve.

It was not that he was in a hurry to kill, but since this green-robed sword immortal was clearly staking his life to protect this female sword cultivator, then before he died, he would first kill this female sword cultivator.

For no other reason, this lord simply liked to watch, before a dying person died, all that they hoped for collapse one by one.

Xie Nandu released all nine flying swords, but with that single flick of the white-robed man's sleeve, the nine flying swords were like leaves in the wind, falling in all directions, letting out unwilling tremors.

It was also thanks to these flying swords being forged by Sword Qi Mountain; if they had been forged elsewhere, they would likely have already shattered at this moment.

Xie Nandu was struck flying by that flick of the white-robed man's sleeve and fell into Skytilt Valley.

This female sword cultivator, in the end, could not withstand even a single strike when this demon lord made his move with full force.

"Little Junior Sister?!"

Within that dense demonic cloud, Liu Banbi’s figure fell to the ground. After barely steadying himself, this sword immortal, who had slain quite a few great demons in the desolate north, spat out a mouthful of blood.

The white-robed man glanced at Liu Banbi, still indifferent.

In his eyes, as long as the other party had not stepped into the end of Nepenthe, they simply did not have the qualification to speak with him. Thus from beginning to end, this white-robed man had not said even a single word.

That female sword cultivator, under his one strike, would naturally die. Next, he only needed to exert a little more effort to kill this sword immortal who had no real power to resist, and then he could continue south.

The white-robed man made up his mind. Afterward, he would cross the Northern Frontier Great Wall and go see just how capable that young martial artist, now rumored to be the number one martial artist in the world, truly was.

What great enemy of the demon race? Once this lord casually kills him, when this great war begins, will there be any suspense left?

It will be nothing more than my demon race marching south, crushing everything with unstoppable force, trampling the spine of the entire human race to pieces. From then on, upon this land, it will completely be the demon race that has the final say.

As for the human race, at best, they will become our blood food and slaves from then on. If one is more ruthless, then they can simply be exterminated entirely.

From then on, there will no longer be any human race in this world.

But just as the white-robed man was about to make a move to deal with this green-robed sword immortal who had no strength to fight back, another person suddenly appeared not far away.

He was a middle-aged man dressed like a scholar, with graying hair at his temples. A worn book hung at his waist, making him look very much like that most famous scholar in the world from many years ago in the divine capital.

Only, the middle-aged scholar before them looked far more handsome than that scholar.

His bearing was otherworldly.

The middle-aged scholar looked at the white-robed man before him and slightly raised his brows. “An animal indeed. Eating raw flesh and drinking blood is your norm. I won’t expect you to reason with me.”

The white-robed man looked at this middle-aged scholar he had never seen before and finally spoke, “A scholar?”

Since he was willing to speak, it naturally meant that the middle-aged scholar before him was an existence at the end of Nepenthe, at least in terms of realm, qualified to speak with him.

The middle-aged scholar said indifferently, “I don’t speak with animals.”

The white-robed man did not mind, only narrowing his eyes. “Fine. Killing some uninteresting human cultivators is meaningless. Killing you, a Confucian Saint, now that is somewhat interesting.”

The middle-aged scholar calmly rolled up his sleeves and said to himself, “In this life, I’ve hardly fought anyone. But today, since you, this beast, are bullying my disappointing disciples, and bullying two at once. Then I’d also like to see just how thick the hide of you, this white flood dragon, really is.”

This scholar, who for most of his life had hardly anyone dare argue reason with him, gave a self-mocking smile, then suddenly stepped forward.

Between heaven and earth, wind and clouds shifted.

Much of the demonic qi suddenly receded, and here, pure clear qi began to rise.

Between heaven and earth, there was a vast righteous qi.

And I am skilled at nurturing it!