Martial Cultivator-Chapter 895.2: Going to Look at the Mountain (VI) - Part 2

No matter how foolish Daoist Muqiu was, he understood that although the Great Liang Emperor appeared unharmed, in reality he was seriously injured.

Fighting so many people alone, even if one's cultivation realm truly reached the heavens, damage was unavoidable.

Moreover, in the previous battle, the Great Liang Emperor could have won no matter what, but to do so this quickly was not easy unless he staked everything and paid the price of injury.

"No need for a dead man to worry."

The Great Liang Emperor looked at Daoist Muqiu calmly.

Daoist Muqiu suddenly laughed and said, "Your Majesty previously said you would leave this penniless daoist a complete corpse. Does that still count?"

The Great Liang Emperor shook his head and said, "We have changed my mind."

As the Great Liang Emperor spoke these words, a crack suddenly appeared beneath his feet, and an incomparably terrifying aura seemed about to burst forth from the earth.

But that aura did not truly manage to break out. Before it could emerge, the Great Liang Emperor stamped his foot, forcibly pressing it back down. After that, beneath Lonely Moon Peak, sounds erupted continuously, rolling without end, like a burst of spring thunder.

Lonely Moon Peak could no longer be saved.

Daoist Muqiu staggered back several steps and collapsed to the ground, blood flowing from his seven orifices.

Whether the words he had spoken earlier were sincere or not was actually unimportant. What mattered was that he had never intended to die like this.

"You schemed too much. We are not very fond of scheming. And if talking about schemes, could your entire Mount Qiuling compare to Us alone?"

The Great Liang Emperor shook his head.

Daoist Muqiu smiled bitterly. Indeed, when it came to cunningness, comparing oneself to a human emperor was truly asking for suffering.

Was that not their innate, signature ability from birth?

"Enough. We do not have that much nonsense to say to you. At this point, We will only advise you of one thing - be more careful in your next life."

As he spoke, the Great Liang Emperor reached out and grabbed Daoist Muqiu by the hair. With a slight exertion of force, he forcibly tore off the head of the Mount Qiuling master.

After that, the Great Liang Emperor's figure moved slowly as he went over toward Vermilion Sky Peak.

In fact, when the great battle ended, the peak masters had already returned here, waiting for the result. But when they saw the Great Liang Emperor appear carrying Daoist Muqiu's head, they all felt extremely surprised.

At the same time, the emotion that arose in them was fear.

The Great Liang Emperor casually tossed Daoist Muqiu's head out, then gently placed his foot on it.

Such an act of extreme humiliation made the faces of many cultivators flush with heat.

But the various peak masters wore different expressions, no one knowing what they were thinking.

The Great Liang Emperor glanced at them and said, "This matter is settled."

This was a unilateral declaration. The cultivators of Mount Qiuling could refute it, could disagree, and could even make a move immediately.

But not a single person took action.

Everyone simply watched as that emperor descended the mountain.

Many daoists' robes were already soaked through at this moment.

After a long while...

"Huff..."

Someone let out a long breath and wanted to say that the martial artist had finally left.

But upon suddenly raising their head, they discovered that the dharma idol on the heavenly canopy was still there.

With a loud crash!

That dharma idol suddenly stamped down heavily with one foot, completely crushing Lonely Moon Peak, which had already been collapsing.

From then on, of Mount Qiuling's seventy-two peaks, only seventy-one remained.

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Descending the mountain, the Great Liang Emperor was expressionless. On the heavenly canopy, streak after streak of multicolored flowing light swept past. What happened at Mount Qiuling today was destined to spread throughout this region.

From this point on, they would all know that his, Chen Che's nephew, was not someone to be touched.

As for how this side would view him, Chen Che, in the future, it was not important.

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On that stretch of sea, the barefoot girl in white gradually lost her patience. She left the sea surface and approached a distant island, but for some reason, she did not step onto the island in the end. Instead, she sat atop a wave, her two feet swinging irritably.

Until a figure clad in an emperor robe appeared.

Only then did the white-robed girl speak in a strange, mocking tone. "So my noble emperor still knows how to come back. What, you did not kill to your heart's content and wipe out a few more sects?"

The Great Liang Emperor smiled faintly and did not respond.

The white-robed girl frowned and said, "You wiped out Mount Qiuling?"

"No. I only killed that mountain lord."

The Great Liang Emperor spoke calmly. Destroying one peak and killing one mountain lord was not excessive, was it?

"And you are not going to mention being injured?"

The white-robed girl narrowed her eyes. "Muqiu, hm? I know him. His aptitude for cultivation was very ordinary, but he always thought himself exceptional. People like that were bound to die sooner or later."

The Great Liang Emperor smiled and said, "Up until his death, he still did not quite believe why he would die at Our hands."

The white-robed girl sat on the wave and sneered. "He thought that since he had cultivated for so much longer than you, at least broken through much earlier than you, why would he be no match for you?"

The Great Liang Emperor remained silent.

"Isn't that only natural? The white mist you cultivate, is it something your side has accumulated over these past thousand years? The things we had back then far exceeded your barren millennium. To say there were tens of thousands of Great Daos, each one leading to the heavens, is not an exaggeration at all. That Muqiu merely had slightly better luck, a blind cat stumbling into a dead mouse and entering that realm. How could he be compared to you?"

The white-robed girl rolled her eyes. In her view, cultivators of this era, even those lucky enough to break through into the Fuyun Realm, were not worth mentioning. In her era, people like these acting as mountain lords and flaunting their power? Being able to secure a guest retainer position at a slightly larger sect would already count as good fortune.

On the road, if their luck was a bit worse and they bumped shoulders with someone, they might be beheaded the moment the other party turned around.

"But still, although you took advantage of the convenience of cultivating daoist techniques, you are indeed quite good. Otherwise, why would I have chosen you?"

The white-robed girl looked somewhat smug.

The Great Liang Emperor said calmly, "Does Chen Chao count as having carved out a new path?"

The white-robed girl did not seem to know what she was thinking about. Only after a long while did she respond, saying, "Hard to say whether it is some unorthodox path like what that Sun Fu guy walked, or a new path belonging to your era. I hope it is not the former, but the latter is difficult. If it is the latter, then in a few more years, he truly could be called a generational talent, able to stand alongside the true prodigies of our era."

The Great Liang Emperor smiled and said, "It is definitely the latter."

The white-robed girl sneered. "Why don't I see you treating your own son any better? You keep praising your nephew. Is that your real son?"

The Great Liang Emperor laughed freely and said, "A fellow traveler on the same path[Dao] matters more than anything."