Martial Cultivator-Chapter 946: Battling the Flood Dragon

A great battle was about to begin.

One was a Confucian Saint who had not fought anyone for many years; the other was a demon lord of the demon race who had been in seclusion for years, yet whose reputation had long spread far and wide.

Watching the vast expanse of azure qi surging up behind the scholar, actually pressing his demonic qi back behind him, the man in white robes smiled faintly.

A scholar - just someone who could spout lines of ancient classics all day, how could he possibly know how to fight?

With a single thought, the dense black demonic qi behind him abruptly shifted from black to pure white, like a blizzard, howling only behind him.

Within that boundless snowstorm, a snow-white long flood dragon slowly emerged. Behind the white-robed man, it opened its massive jaws wide, and waves of dragon roars rang out without end.

The Academy Dean smiled calmly and mocked, “If it were a true dragon, I might actually think it was something special. A mere little flood dragon, what are you putting on airs for?”

As his words fell, the clear, flowing qi behind the Academy Dean instantly transformed into streaks of azure long rainbows that surged madly toward the opposite side.

Like countless green ribbons, they coiled toward that white flood dragon.

“When I strip your flood dragon scales and tear out your tendons, I’ll take them to make a great bow!”

The Academy Dean stepped forward again. Countless cracks appeared in the ground before him, spreading toward the white-robed man.

“As expected of an educated scholar, truly good at telling jokes. Back when I went south and looked down upon your lands, why didn’t I see a single scholar come out to make a move against me?”

The white-robed man narrowed his eyes at the azure qi rising from those cracks. With a mere thought, mist surged all around, and streams of seawater appeared out of thin air, gathering before him into a seawall tens of thousands of feet high.

The towering waves had already formed, only a gale was needed to set the sea into violent turmoil.

“Turns out it’s you, you animal... what was your name again, White Jing?”

The Academy Dean was the leader of all scholars under heaven after all. He had read far too many books. From White Jing’s few words, he recalled that old matter. Back then, a demon lord of the demon race had indeed gone south, ravaging the land. It was not that the human cultivators of that time were entirely unable to oppose him, but rather, those who could defeat him were either in seclusion or simply unwilling to involve themselves, which allowed him to sweep across the human cultivation world.

Though the human race was not as powerful as the demon race, it was certainly not so weak that a single demon lord could bully them at will.

White Jing was somewhat surprised. “I didn’t expect that there would still be someone who knows this lord’s name.”

“After all this time, it seems you haven’t improved much.”

In front of the Academy Dean, specks of azure light continuously appeared. He crushed them one by one, turning them into ripples that spread outward. In just a short moment, countless characters had already slowly taken shape before him.

“How boring. Even a fight has to be like this.”

White Jing could not be bothered to wait for the towering waves before him to surge, and instead took the initiative to step forward, passing through that seawall and directly entering the dao field the Academy Dean had laid out.

The Academy Dean frowned slightly, but in his heart, his anger was already surging to the heavens. Your Father has cultivated for so many years, at the very least I’m a Confucian Saint, so how is it that in your damned eyes I’m so insignificant?

But before that burst of anger could fully erupt, the Academy Dean sighed. In truth, there was no helping it. Though he stood at the end of Nepenthe, and was by no means weak, he was ultimately not someone like Daoist Wuyang or the Sword Sect’s Sect Master. Against ordinary Nepenthe-end cultivators, he could still suppress them somewhat, but when facing this demon lord - who, even in earlier years, had been able to run rampant across the human race - he did feel somewhat powerless.

The Academy Dean glanced at Liu Banbi in the distance, then at the unseen Xie Nandu, feeling a trace of dissatisfaction. Liu Banbi, you damned brat, if you won’t study and insist on practicing the sword instead, how is it that you still haven’t become a great sword immortal?

If you had become a great sword immortal, would I, as your teacher, still have to worry that people refuse to listen when I reason with them? Would I even need to take action personally?

And then there was his last disciple, Xie Nandu, nine lifeblood flying swords, the makings of a fine sword immortal. Yet instead of properly training her sword, she had gone off to study military strategy.

Truly a wrong path!

But all these thoughts passed in an instant. At this moment, the Academy Dean’s focus was still on White Jing before him.

White Jing had already arrived before him. He pressed a hand onto a piece of text, then used immense qi to crush it in an instant. Yet after those characters scattered into azure light, they did not dissipate, instead floating around the demon lord.

White Jing lowered his head slightly, finding himself somewhat curious about these circulating strands of azure light.

But the moment he raised his head, he was met with a not-so-large fist, wrapped in boundless azure radiance. That punch came smashing toward him without the slightest mercy.

This made White Jing even more curious. Were scholars nowadays all like this? Earlier there had even been one who seemed practically a sword cultivator? This Confucian Saint, was he actually a martial artist?

The Academy Dean, who had long since rolled up his sleeves, threw out that punch. Thunder resounded between heaven and earth, and endless righteous qi poured forth from his fist. It not only made White Jing feel as though he were seeing a cascading waterfall, but he could truly hear the sound of water striking stone at his ears.

That punch collided with White Jing in an instant.

White Jing had no choice but to step back two paces, temporarily dispersing the immense force contained within that strike. Yet he had not expected that after the Confucian Saint threw that first punch, he would actually begin to build momentum. His fists continuing without pause, leaving streaks of azure traces across the air.

Having lost the initiative, White Jing could only slowly retreat. Yet with every step he took back, the Confucian Saint before him stepped forward, leaving behind an afterimage at each previous step.

After several dozen steps, the path between them was lined with dozens of afterimages of the Academy Dean.

White Jing had nowhere left to retreat. Standing before that seawall, he swept his wide sleeve, dodging the Academy Dean’s fierce punch. He had thought the wave of attacks would pause for a moment, but who could have expected that the final afterimage would slam forward, and dozens of afterimages would crash one after another toward his true body? When all those afterimages merged into one, the Academy Dean directly smashed White Jing into the seawall with a single punch.

But White Jing did not stop there, he was continuously driven backward, crashing toward the distance.

Unable to halt.

Then, in Liu Banbi’s eyes, he saw that his teacher who hadn’t fought anyone for who knows how many years suddenly leaped up, landing in midair, reaching out to grab a strip of azure ribbon. In an instant, it transformed into a chain, coiling around the body of that white flood dragon.

The Academy Dean then stomped heavily onto the white flood dragon’s head, one hand gripping the chain, the other waving casually.

Great style!

Liu Banbi was completely dumbfounded.

This damned teacher of his was actually this capable in a fight?

He couldn’t help but give his teacher a thumbs-up, truly impressive.

That was Liu Banbi’s genuine thought at this moment.

The characters behind the Academy Dean followed him like a shadow. This Confucian Saint threw his head back and laughed loudly, “I possess a divine art to bind dragons, why should I not bind a demon flood dragon?”