Martial Cultivator Chapter 413.1: The Sound of Pouring Rain Doesn't Stop - Part 1

Looking at this young man in black, the Clearwater Mountain cultivators present could not help but take a few steps back. After dominating Clearwater Commandery for so many years, they had never encountered such a situation. For a moment, many people's minds were even blank.

However, it seemed that the young man had no patience to wait for their reaction. With a single step, he closed in on the Clearwater Mountain cultivator nearest to him. Without hesitation, he drew his saber for the first time. Before anyone could even discern the trajectory of the blade, they only saw a flash of saber light. By the time they snapped out of their daze, a head had already appeared in that young man's hand. He casually tossed it aside and gazed silently at the Clearwater Mountain cultivators ahead.

As they watched that human head still rolling on the ground, and the blood trails it left behind, some of the cultivators felt as if they were waking from a dream. But they dared not spout wild talk anymore. All of them had similar cultivation realms, if this young man could decapitate a fellow disciple with one slash, there would be no surprise for them.

"Senior Brother Ge... is on the second floor..."

A Clearwater Mountain cultivator, unable to bear that young man's aura, began to stammer, unwilling to provoke this killing god any further.

Hearing this, Chen Chao did not say much. He just carried his saber and headed towards the second floor. The broken saber in his hand was still dripping blood non-stop.

But as soon as Chen Chao stepped onto the stairs, there was a creak from the second floor. A room on the second floor was pushed open. A middle-aged man's voice immediately followed, "Who's making noise here?"

But then, he immediately saw the corpses lying all over the first floor, and the head that had just stopped rolling.

Chen Chao raised his eyes and looked at the man, asking, "Are you Ge Ming?"

Ge Ming glanced at the broken saber still dripping blood in Chen Chao's hand. Before he could speak, a cultivator on the first

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