How the Vice Cult Leader of the Demonic Cult Lives Chapter 59 : The Line That Must Be Guarded

Chapter 59: The Line That Must Be Guarded

A sudden scream rang out, plunging Golden Flower Manor into chaos.

They had been just about to send off the rice escort bound for the Bright Cult, along with the Western Regions Trade Caravan, so the guards at the main gate had grown lax. With people tangled together everywhere, the guards of Golden Flower Manor failed to respond properly.

As a result, blood splattered everywhere from the very beginning, and the laborers and rchants gathered at the gate were slaughtered in droves.

These were the innocent deaths caused by the swords of Kunlun martial artists who had stord in shouting of justice and chivalry.

While the guards of Golden Flower Manor were still unable to regain their composure, the first to react were the Thirteen Bloods, who had been gathered toward the front.

They charged straight at the Kunlun martial artists who had barged in, randomly cutting down Golden Flower Manor’s people.

Deliberately disregarded by the Bright Cult and sidelined by the martial world’s convention of prioritizing the Hundred Paths, the Thirteen Bloods had failed to make the list of the Hundred Great Masters. Yet in truth, they were unquestionable supre masters, equal to those very Hundred Great Masters.

At once, the feet of the Kunlun martial artists—who had been freely cutting down Golden Flower Manor’s people as if no one could stop them—were halted, and instead, blood began to spray from their own bodies.

The Kunlun martial artists, including the Jade Clear Pavilion Lord, were thrown into confusion when the Thirteen Bloods suddenly appeared where they had expected the Five Demons—and all thirteen of them at that.

Though the Thirteen Bloods were said to be a notch below the Five Demons, if all thirteen were present, the danger they posed was actually even greater.

Had they withdrawn at this point, they might have minimized their losses. But as if things were fated to go wrong, the death squad of the Kongtong Sect, led by the Seven Wounds True Man, arrived at that very mont.

Perhaps because they had steeled themselves for death from the mont they set out, they began swinging their swords like mad the instant they vaulted over Golden Flower Manor’s walls.

Their reckless ferocity—acting as though it made no difference whether their opponents were the Thirteen Bloods or the Five Demons—caused the Kunlun martial artists, who had briefly hesitated, to rally their strength once more.

Fortunately, at that point, the guards of Golden Flower Manor also began responding properly.

Dozens of Golden Flower Manor guards joined forces with the Thirteen Bloods to fight back against the intruders.

In an instant, the battle escalated, and the casualties increased exponentially.

The fight had erupted in a place packed with countless carts loaded with rice, along with large numbers of laborers and rchants scattered about, driving the confusion to its extre.

Moreover, unlike the Thirteen Bloods and the Golden Flower Manor guards—who were constantly distracted as they tried to protect fleeing laborers and rchants from the attackers’ rciless blades—the martial artists of Kunlun and Kongtong slashed indiscriminately at anyone who got in their way, leading to catastrophic losses.

That situation finally began to settle when ten forr squad leaders, who had been guarding the middle of the rice escort, rushed out belatedly.

All of them were masters at the Peak Master Level, and their arrival gave the Thirteen Bloods—who had been at a nurical disadvantage—room to breathe. Soon, their true worth began to show.

The tide of battle flipped once again in an instant.

The combat power unleashed by thirteen supre masters was terrifyingly destructive.

Just as the Jade Clear Pavilion Lord was agonizing over whether they truly needed to retreat, the situation changed yet again.

Martial artists of the Tang Clan, led by the Tang Clan’s Eldest, joined the fray.

“We’re here!”

With the Tang Clan’s Eldest’s thunderous shout, dozens of Tang Clan experts leapt over the wall.

The mont they arrived, the Tang Clan’s Eldest shouted again.

“Fold Body!”

At that loud cry—understood only by those of the Hundred Paths—the Kunlun and Kongtong experts who had been engaged in battle all shoved their opponents away and bent deeply at the waist.

It was instantaneous.

Fshshshshk!

Accompanied by a piercing tearing sound through the air, thousands of hidden weapons exploded outward from the Tang Clan experts’ sleeves.

Dozens of volleys of the Tang Clan’s secret hidden weapon, Violent Rain Pear Blossom Needles, were unleashed all at once.

More than a hundred of the Tang Clan’s finest hidden needles—called Feather-Hair Needles for being as thin as strands of tal hair—poured down in a savage, chaotic deluge, like a torrential rainstorm or pear blossoms whipped about by the wind. And this was not just one volley, but dozens overlapping at once.

The Bright Cult and Golden Flower Manor martial artists, who were drenched in this storm of thousands of green-glinting, poison-coated Feather-Hair Needles, collapsed helplessly.

It was a scene that made clear why the martial world feared the Tang Clan.

Even among the Thirteen Bloods, who had hastily wrapped themselves in protective energy, many were injured. As for the ten forr squad leaders and the Golden Flower Manor guards—whose skill fell short of the Thirteen Bloods—the damage was far more severe.

In particular, among the Golden Flower Manor guards with weaker internal energy, many were poisoned by the Feather-Hair Needles and died on the spot.

Nor was that all. Laborers and rchants who had been struck in the back by Feather-Hair Needles while fleeing also collapsed and died in large numbers throughout the area.

Judging that the enemy had crumbled, the roar of the Jade Clear Pavilion Lord echoed out.

“Kill them all!”

Waaah!

The martial artists of Kunlun and Kongtong, along with the Tang Clan experts led by the Tang Clan’s Eldest, charged forward with terrifying montum, shouting as one.

Opposing them, the number of the Thirteen Bloods had already dropped to eight. Five had been injured by the Tang Clan’s barrage of hidden weapons and had montarily fallen out of formation.

Of course, that was only for an extrely brief mont. The Thirteen Bloods had not been raised so weakly that losing the use of an arm or limping on a leg would make them sit down and await death.

Soon, the five who had fallen back rejoined the fight.

Yet compared to those five, who had taken heavier damage, even the eight Thirteen Bloods who had remained on the front lines from the start were riddled with multiple Feather-Hair Needles.

Even so, the movents of the Thirteen Bloods beca smoother than before.

Paradoxically, as the laborers and rchants who had been adding to the chaos were slaughtered en masse by the Tang Clan’s hidden weapons, the obstacles hindering the Thirteen Bloods’ movents vanished.

For that reason, despite suffering heavily from the Tang Clan’s hidden weapons, the confrontation between the two sides unexpectedly beca evenly matched.

Moreover, Iron Demon and the Profound Demon, who had been positioned at the rear of the rice escort, joined the battle.

Not only that—Demon Flower, along with five squad leaders from the Fourth Elder’s Quarters, also rushed out from where they had been with the Western Regions Trade Caravan at the very back.

Because they had been in the rear, it had taken them ti to fight their way through the mass of Golden Flower Manor’s people who were surging together.

What t their eyes were Bright Cult martial artists and Golden Flower Manor personnel lying dead everywhere, and the Thirteen Bloods fighting on while bleeding profusely.

With sparks flying in his eyes, Iron Demon issued his command.

“Kill them all!”

Waaah!

This ti, the Bright Cult martial artists roared and charged forward.

The tide of battle tilted sharply in the Bright Cult’s favor.

Aside from Iron Demon, none of the Five Demons had their nas listed among the Seven Great Masters of the Martial World, but all of them stood at the Transformation Realm.

Because of that, so argued that the five of them together should be called the Eleven Great Masters of the Martial World, yet the martial world—where the Hundred Paths held supremacy—refused to acknowledge it.

As if tossing them a token of charity, only the na of Iron Demon, the seat head of the Five Demons, was listed, while the other Four Demons were excluded.

That, however, did not diminish the Five Demons’ strength in the slightest.

The direction of the battle changed imdiately.

That was because blue Force Energy—capable of cutting down everything that stood in its way, whether supre masters or not—rose up in three separate streams.

Just when everyone believed the Hundred Paths martial artists were dood without exception—

“Begone!”

With an enraged shout, fist energy blazing white-hot erupted across the battlefield.

The martial artists of Mount Zhongnan, who had departed later, had joined the fight.

The one rampaging freely across the battlefield, his two fists wreathed as if in white-burning flas, was Byeokun Cheongang, the Taiyi Pavilion Lord of Mount Zhongnan.

As the fist masters of Mount Zhongnan followed him over Golden Flower Manor’s walls and joined the fray, the Hundred Paths martial artists—who had been at a disadvantage—found renewed strength.

It was the psychological reassurance of knowing that a Transformation Realm master had appeared on their side.

Soon, the Hundred Paths’ supre masters, who had been steadily collapsing, regrouped to block Iron Demon and the Profound Demon, while Byeokun Cheongang charged straight at Demon Flower, the weakest among the Five Demons present.

He had quickly grasped the intent of the supre masters, who were risking their lives to hold back Iron Demon and the Profound Demon.

Though Demon Flower had reached the Transformation Realm, she could not match Byeokun Cheongang in terms of skill.

This was a battlefield where life and death were separated by a single sheet of paper—where even the smallest difference imdiately beca a mortal crisis.

Demon Flower could not escape that rule.

As she was driven back repeatedly, her movents tangling, Byeokun Cheongang’s fist energy struck her head-on.

Blood burst from her mouth as she staggered, and Byeokun Cheongang’s fist energy—burning whiter than ever—ca flying straight at her face.

With the balance shattered and her internal energy disrupted beyond recovery, Demon Flower realized her death was imminent and snapped her eyes wide open.

To look down on her simply because she was a woman would be a grave mistake. No matter what anyone said, she was a descendant of the Heavenly Demon, a martial artist of the Bright Cult—a living incarnation of battle.

With eyes forced wide, Demon Flower stared straight at Byeokun Cheongang’s fist energy as it fell like a thunderbolt to end her.

And yet, in that fleeting instant, she saw a streak of crimson light bore its way in.

Ghk!

With a stifled groan, Byeokun Cheongang—who had been charging at Demon Flower—was blasted backward.

He barely managed to block by thrusting forward both fists wrapped in fist energy, but he was overwheld by the power contained within and forced back.

The one who revealed himself as he drove Byeokun Cheongang away was Yul Han.

Delayed by the screaming masses of Golden Flower Manor’s people surging forward, he too had arrived late to the battlefield.

But timing did not matter.

Seeing Yul Han, Demon Flower cried out in a voice filled with joy.

“The Vice Cult Leader of the Demonic Cult has arrived!”

At Demon Flower’s shout, cheers from the Bright Cult martial artists erupted across the battlefield.

Waaah!

Amid those cheers, Yul Han saw Bright Cult martial artists and Golden Flower Manor’s people lying everywhere, bleeding and fallen.

When a battle breaks out, martial artists can die. On this side as well, no one fought while trying to spare their opponents.

An ambush?

That did not matter either. An ambush was rely one form of battle. If soone fell victim to it, that was their own failing—not the attacker’s cri.

But still.

No matter how much killing a battle involved.

There was a line that had to be guarded.

And once that line was crossed, there was no longer any need to show rcy from this side.

Fwoosh.

A crimson streak tore across the ground, painting a storm of blood.

The Half-Moon Asura Slash, unleashed through a sword, carved a long furrow through the earth as it rushed forward, splitting Byeokun Cheongang—who had just been regaining his bearings—cleanly in two.

Even the fist energy he had raised to its maximum was pierced without resistance.

With eyes filled with shock, confusion, and despair, Byeokun Cheongang’s body parted to either side, spilling blood and viscera.

Breaking through that grueso sight, Yul Han surged forward.

Why that nickna had been bestowed upon him began to be proven with brutal clarity through Yul Han’s martial arts.

His ferocity was so savage and unrestrained that even Iron Demon and the Profound Demon, his own allies, halted in shock.

“V-Violent Rain Pear Blossom Needles!”

At the Tang Clan’s Eldest’s startled shout, the Tang Clan experts once more drew hidden weapons from their robes and fired.

Fshshshshk.

With a thunderous tearing sound through the air, over a thousand Feather-Hair Needles flew toward a single target—Yul Han.

Yul Han neither dodged nor blocked.

From his sword, crimson Sword Energy surged up, its surface expanding until, in an instant, it grew wide enough to cover his entire body.

Then that expanded sword energy swept forward in a crushing wave.

It ground apart not only the incoming Feather-Hair Needles, but also the Tang Clan experts who had fired them, wiping them out completely as it passed.

Amid a dense red mist, more than ten Tang Clan experts were torn into pieces and scattered.

Into that cleared space, Yul Han plunged forward, sword blazing with raging sword energy.

Swords flew, ground wind pierced through, fists and kicks shattered. In the heart of the enemy formation, every part of Yul Han’s body beca a weapon.

With each movent he made, masters of the Hundred Paths spewed blood and collapsed.

Just as Yul Han’s sword was about to reach the throat of the Jade Clear Pavilion Lord of Kunlun, who had been directing the Hundred Paths’ experts from the center—

a loud shout rang out.

“Stop!”

As everyone’s gaze turned toward the source of the cry, Cloud Crane Scholar arrived along with Kunlun’s Arrest Squad.