The "Shameless" Chen Luo!

Chen Luo lowered his body and did not sweep through the sky. Instead, he landed on the ground and charged madly toward the heart of the battle formation.

The cold blades around him were bitterly sharp, whistling and wheeling through the air. How could those Fourth or Fifth Rank monk soldiers withstand the Unbalanced Blades born from Kong Yingda's peak of Seeking? They died when touched and were crippled when grazed. Wherever Chen Luo passed, the monk soldiers were left with shattered bodies and severed limbs, their wails filling the heavens.

All this time, as the youngest disciple of the Bamboo Grove, every step he took had been accompanied by the protection of his senior brothers and sisters. As the Lord of Martial Dao, he had also received unstinting assistance from the great experts of both the Confucian and Daoist paths. Thus, although his journey had been beset with twists and turns, he had always narrowly escaped danger. He could barely be said to have sailed smoothly, and he had rarely even had the chance to truly make a move.

But that did not mean Chen Luo was a flower raised in a greenhouse!

Beneath Barbarian Heaven, he had stood shoulder to shoulder with First Senior Brother to slay the Barbarian God. During his travels, he had shattered puppets and cut down Outer-world Demonic Intent. On his journey through the Southern Wastelands, he had maneuvered among ten thousand demons.

More than half of the nine-thousand-li road of Martial Dao had been opened beneath the encirclement of crisis.

It was only because he had maneuvered so skillfully that he appeared to be taking it easy.

But as the Lord of Martial Dao, how could there be no ferocity in his heart?

The Monkey Mind and Horse of Intent across those nine