"Martial Cultivator!"
When Wang Chen's refined bronze whistle staff smashed an ambusher, man and blade alike, into pulp, cries of alarm immediately rang out from the surrounding forested mountains.
Martial Cultivators were cultivators who had Entered Dao through Martial Arts. Before Qi Refining, they were already Innate experts, even Martial Grandmasters.
Martial Cultivators were famed for their formidable combat strength. Especially in Close Combat, cultivators of the same rank were almost incapable of matching them.
However, while Martial Cultivators could sweep aside their peers during the Qi Refining stage, Break Through Apertures and Open the Mansion was immensely difficult for them.
Even so, ordinary high-level Qi Refining cultivators did not dare provoke low- or mid-level Martial Cultivators.
The ambushers realized that they had likely rammed into an iron plate this time.
Yet before they could make their next move, Wang Chen had already pounced like a tiger entering the forest. In the span of a breath, he crossed dozens of steps, the refined bronze whistle staff in his hand whipping up howling force winds as it swept toward two ambushers holding bows.
The two were utterly horrified and instinctively flew backward.
Bang! Bang!
With two muffled thuds, the whistle staff forcibly shattered the two ambushers' Protection spiritual light.
It smashed them cleanly in half at the waist!
Trailing a spray of blood mist, the dark brown refined bronze whistle staff was like a flood dragon surging from the sea. It stirred up layer upon layer of staff shadows before crashing down onto the heads of three other ambushers.
The three ambushers had no time to dodge at all. Every one of their heads exploded!
"Mercy, Grandfather!"
At this point, only one ambusher remained in the woods: a middle-aged cultivator dressed in a blue-gray robe.
He had been farthest from Wang