Martial Cultivator-Chapter 895.1: Going to Look at the Mountain (VI) - Part 1

The great battle between two towering dharma idols on the heavenly canopy was breathtaking.

The aura scattered when the two exchanged blows fell onto various mountain peaks, smashing huge craters into them.

"No, if this keeps up, Mount Qiuling will be destroyed!"

Seeing this scene, the peak masters immediately left Vermilion Sky Peak and returned to their respective mountains, activating their grand arrays so that the might of these two fighting would not destroy their own peaks.

But over at Lonely Moon Peak, the surviving cultivators had long since left. They knew very clearly that if they continued to stay there, they would certainly suffer total annihilation.

With those cultivators gone, Lonely Moon Peak became even more like a battlefield, one that could be destroyed at will.

As the two great powerhouses exchanged blows, the entire Lonely Moon Peak began to shake. Rocks continuously fell, and the whole mountain was already on the verge of collapse.

On the heavenly canopy, the Great Liang Emperor's dharma idol had its emperor robe billowing, blocking almost all the pressure coming from the Dao Ancestor. Countless streams of dao qi flowed across the sky, but once they approached the Great Liang Emperor's dharma idol, they were torn apart without hesitation by that emperor dharma idol.

Daoist Muqiu's face turned pale as he looked in disbelief at the Great Liang Emperor standing not far away with his hands behind his back. He could not believe that after experiencing so many battles, the Great Liang Emperor was still this powerful, without the slightest sign of decline.

This was far too terrifying.

They were both in the Fuyun Realm, yet his own cultivation time had been far longer, and still he was inferior to the other.

He could not understand it.

But the Great Liang Emperor did not give him even a moment to think. The towering dharma idol holding a giant sword had already pressed a sword down.

Daoist Muqiu had no choice but to drive his own dharma idol to resist.

The two collided. The broken whisk beneath the giant sword only held for a brief moment before snapping apart. Countless strands of dao qi shattered there and then scattered down into the human world.

After that, the giant sword came smashing down mercilessly toward the Dao Ancestor.

Yes.

Came down smashing.

The sword body was held horizontally as it smashed down.

The Dao Ancestor dharma idol on the heavenly canopy barely managed any resistance before being struck on the head by the giant sword, and then, like a clay statue, its golden body shattered.

Daoist Muqiu's body swayed, and a faint trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

After smashing the Dao Ancestor dharma idol, the emperor dharma idol on the heavenly canopy made no further movements. Then the Great Liang Emperor glanced at Daoist Muqiu and took a few steps forward.

Each step looked casual, but in truth, every step felt as though it were planted directly on Daoist Muqiu's chest.

Daoist Muqiu gritted his teeth. At this very moment, he completely felt the gap between the two of them.

He had summoned the Dao Ancestor dharma idol, and the other side had not used any other methods either, likewise manifesting a dharma idol and simply exchanging blows with him head-on.

The methods were largely the same, but when it came to control over certain things, superiority and inferiority were immediately clear.

They were both in the Fuyun Realm, yet the gap was far too great.

Daoist Muqiu still could not understand the reason behind it.

The Great Liang Emperor had no intention of explaining it to him either.

He walked forward. Daoist Muqiu formed seals with both hands. A stream of aura rose from the twin sleeves of his daoist robe, surged out, and crashed into the heavenly canopy.

In the next instant, two azure dragons descended from the sky, opening their ferocious maws as they lunged to devour the Great Liang Emperor.

But the Great Liang Emperor merely glanced at them from afar and extended a finger. A vast and surging qi force bloomed from his fingertip, crashing into the two green dragons and directly blasting them apart.

Between heaven and earth, azure dragon scales scattered everywhere.

Daoist Muqiu remained expressionless, murmuring incantations under his breath. The two azure dragons gathered together once more, but before they could even properly move, the gigantic dharma idol on the heavenly canopy had already stepped out heavily. One foot crushed a azure dragon's head, while the other dragon was seized by its hands, one hand gripping the head and the other the tail.

With a violent pull, the azure dragon was torn apart again.

The azure dragon let out a mournful cry. From the wounds of the remaining two sections, countless streams of dao qi spilled out, looking like endless blood pouring from the injuries.

The Great Liang Emperor looked at Daoist Muqiu before him and suddenly stopped walking. He did not continue forward. Instead, he turned around and extended one hand.

The palm was offered outward.

A peachwood sword that had long been lying in wait suddenly slammed into his palm. The Great Liang Emperor's expression did not change. After the sword tip pressed against his palm, the sword body bent, and then shattered inch by inch.

"Your Sword Dao is slightly higher than your daoist techniques. If you had possessed great resolve earlier and abandoned the Dao to study the sword, your current achievement would likely be even greater. Unfortunately, you could not bear to give it up."

The Great Liang Emperor looked at Daoist Muqiu before him. He had long known that this peachwood sword had been waiting for an opportunity. Otherwise, he would not have found it the moment it appeared.

But since he had already resolved to carry out this act of vengeance, he had no other thoughts. Naturally, there was no need for restraint. Shattering the peachwood sword or anything else was only to be expected.

Daoist Muqiu finally could not hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression ugly.

At this moment, the Great Liang Emperor had already arrived not far in front of him. The two stood facing each other. The Great Liang Emperor calmly said, "Anything else you wish to say?"

Daoist Muqiu thought for a moment and said, "I have understood one thing. Your Majesty insists on killing this poor daoist to tell everyone that Your Majesty's nephew is someone no one may touch?"

The Great Liang Emperor said, "His cultivation realm is still shallow. Over there, We can no longer look after him, and We feel deeply guilty. The people here are too high in cultivation. Bullying the young is unreasonable."

Daoist Muqiu laughed and said, "So Your Majesty acted in this way, killing the chicken to warn the monkeys. From now on, whoever refuses to follow the rules and does something they should not must be prepared for the same fate as Mount Qiuling?"

The Great Liang Emperor did not speak, which was tacitly agreeing to it.

"Your Majesty has succeeded. After killing this penniless daoist, these people of Mount Qiuling will not make a move against Your Majesty. Of course, that is assuming that before Your Majesty descends the mountain, you do not vomit blood."

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