At the height of the Blood Sacrifice Grand Art, one of the sorcerers of the Blood Cult suddenly noticed an uninvited guest.
"An enemy!"
A young man wearing a black mask with two horns.
Draped in a black dragon robe, he gave off an unmistakably extraordinary atmosphere.
"Bring that bastard, too, as a sacrifice for the Blood Sacrifice Grand Art!"
But at the very mont the sorcerer shouted,
Ssak! Chuaaaak!!!
The sorcerer's head was sent flying in an instant.
Jaseong, moving as if by teleportation with the art of Moving Form Switching Position, had decapitated the sorcerer.
Thanks to that, the Blood Sacrifice Grand Art, which was summoning an ancient jiangshi, halted for a brief mont.
"He's an expert!"
"Quick! Form up with sword formation!"
At soone's cry, nearly a thousand Blood Cult warriors closed in tightly around Jaseong.
When Jaseong activated the Samadhi Eyes, he saw a web of crimson threads filling his vision.
The red intent released by the thousand enemies engulfed the whole land and sky.
'... I've wandered the martial world and seen many sights, but never a spectacle like this.'
Jaseong raised his sword with an expressionless face.
He did not bother to open the Immortal Gate. Most of those present were 2nd-rate warriors.
Though a few 1st-rate fighters were mixed in, it wasn't a situation that called for the Celestial Gate Opening Art.
Therefore, it was better not to use the Celestial Gate Opening Art, which rapidly depleted internal energy.
"Well then... shall I begin?"
Jaseong muttered as he raised his Wicked Fla Sword horizontally. And then—
Ssak!
He darted in among the warriors in their crimson martial robes.
"Huh?!"
"S-So fast...!"
At Jaseong's almost instantaneous movent, the surrounding Blood Cult warriors' eyes widened in shock.
They quickly unleashed the Blood Demon Blood Hand Sword Art, the Blood Cult's interdiate swordsmanship, lunging at Jaseong.
Shuak! Ssak! Saaak!
Jaseong evaded dozens of blades with a single motion.
Peering through the intent of his foes with his Samadhi Eyes, he darted between the swords, and then—chuaak! chuaak! chuaak! chuaaak!—he cut his enemies down rcilessly.
"Kegh?!"
"Aaaagh!!"
"Kraah!"
The screams of the Blood Cult warriors rang out in quick succession.
Weaving among them like the wind, Jaseong resembled Death itself.
'Forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven, forty-eight....'
Jaseong was reducing the number of Blood Cult warriors at an astonishing rate, slaying one with each stroke.
The first hundred fell easily. But once he'd passed a hundred, his breathing began to grow labored.
It was never easy to evade dozens of flying swords at once while counterattacking between them.
And at so point—
"Unleash the Bloodred Sword Formation!"
The Blood Cult began their own signature ruthless formation.
The 2nd-rate warriors ford a circular at shield in front, while the 1st-rate experts behind poured out their ultimate moves.
It was a mad formation no other sect in the Central Plains dared attempt, but the brainwashed Blood Cult elites set it up, ready to die.
"Bloodred Ten-Thousand-Sword Assault!!"
Several dozen 2nd-rate warriors surrounded Jaseong, thrusting their swords inward.
Jaseong spun, using the defensive form Heaven Evading Counterstroke of the Heaven Evading Flash Sword, smashing their swords aside.
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-chang!!!!!
No sooner had he blocked the formation than a handful of 1st-rate experts squeezed out their Sword Ki from all directions at Jaseong.
He imdiately activated the Shadowless Body Technique and soared into the air.
Unfortunately—
Chuak!
A Sword Ki he couldn't quite dodge grazed Jaseong's right arm.
'......!'
Seering pain drew a grimace from Jaseong.
Of course, the 1st-rate expert who'd wounded Jaseong paid dearly, collapsing after being struck by Jaseong's Sword Aura.
But as these formations repeated, Jaseong's wounds multiplied. And there were still a daunting number of enemies left.
"He's exhausted! Press the attack!"
The fighters filled the area around Jaseong even more densely, leaving not the slightest gap, as a 1st-rate expert shouted.
His voice carried the thrill of the mont—after all, they had cornered an expert rivaling the Blood Cult's guardian generals. Joy was justified.
Yet, in the next instant, sothing unexpected happened.
Wujeok wujeok―
Expressionless, Jaseong pulled sothing from his clothes and ate it.
In that mont, saaa―, his wounds healed at an astonishing rate.
Even so of his depleted internal energy was restored.
It was one of the six Azure Spirit Pills he had prepared in advance.
"Round two begins."
Jaseong spoke coldly. Shock filled the eyes of the Blood Cult warriors.
They had dabbled in all manner of sorcery, but had never seen an elixir heal wounds this quickly.
Shuaak!
Jaseong charged into the Blood Cult warriors once more, seeking out openings in their energy with his Samadhi Eyes and felling them one by one.
'Two hundred forty, two hundred forty-one, two hundred forty-two....'
Chuak! chuak! chuaaak! chuak! chuak! chuaaak!
The fight of one against a thousand raged on, and Jaseong's martial robes beca soaked and heavy with his own and his enemies' blood.
Whenever he grew tired, he would retreat briefly and swallow another Azure Spirit Pill.
Because that elixir's effect was imdiate, it was a powerful weapon in such a war of attrition.
But the drawback was that repeated use lessened the effect each ti.
By the ti Jaseong ate his sixth Azure Spirit Pill, his wounds and internal energy barely recovered.
'Six hundred ninety-eight, six hundred ninety-nine, seven hundred...!'
Chuak! chuak! chuaaak! chuak! chuak!
When more than two shijin of fighting had passed, countless Blood Cult warriors, rendered combat-ineffective, lay piled around Jaseong.
Anyone would tremble witnessing the 'mountain' of foes he had felled.
'M-Monster...!'
'Is this the realm of martial arts a human can achieve?!'
The Blood Cult warriors shuddered in horror.
More than half of the thousand had fallen to Jaseong, so their loss of will to fight was only natural.
Jaseong hoped, deep down, that the enemy would simply retreat.
But, unfortunately, the next mont, a burly 1st-rate expert with a thick beard shouted out.
"What are you all doing?! He's exhausted! His internal energy will soon run out and he'll cough blood!"
Indeed, Jaseong was now panting, breathless.
The internal energy he'd been conserving was nearly depleted. He could feel bloody phlegm rising up within.
Anyone would have given up, or any expert would have chosen to escape.
However... Jaseong did not lower his sword.
If he retreated now, the three hundred Blood Cultists before him would rush into the black market.
His comrades fighting inside the black market would not survive.
And all the innocents who had beco sacrifices for the Blood Sacrifice Grand Art would die.
The seventh mandate, salvation, would end in failure.
'Therefore... retreat is not an option.'
Cold, unyielding determination glinted in Jaseong's eyes.
Swallowing down the blood welling up inside, he kept slashing with the Wicked Fla Sword like a madman.
Yet despite Jaseong's grim resolve, the situation only worsened.
"So that's why we didn't get backup—there was an expert outside!"
Suddenly out from Thousand Martial Pavilion, the black market's entrance, stepped two elderly n—the Blood Cult's 24th and 23rd Elders.
Experts on par with Heuk Muguk and Kang Ryong—supre experts.
Normally, Jaseong could have swept them away with the Celestial Gate Opening Art.
He had once disposed of Heuk Muguk and Kang Ryong quite easily using the Eight Gates.
But now he could not. His internal energy was too depleted to activate the technique.
'Damn it....'
It was truly a life-and-death crisis.
There were still roughly three hundred Blood Cult elite left undefeated, and now two of their senior elders had joined in.
No matter his spirit, this was a deadly, hopeless predicant.
—So run away. You've only survived by luck thus far. The martial world never goes as one wishes... Survive and plan for another day. That is wisdom.
Suddenly, a voice echoed in the exhausted Jaseong's ear.
Was it a voice from within himself? Or was it the Celestial Realm advising the executor of Heaven's Mandate?
He didn't care.
Jjaak!
The next mont, Jaseong slapped his own cheek hard with his left hand.
"... A man who would be the World's Greatest should never speak so weakly."
He had sworn this before the graves of his eldest brother and sister-in-law: that he would beco an expert fit to shake the world, tear apart the limbs of the ones who killed his brother and sister-in-law, and annihilate both the orthodox and demonic factions.
And now, was he to run away, leaving his comrades to die, because he was afraid of these rabble from the Blood Cult?
Was he to stand by helplessly, just as on the day he lost his brother and sister-in-law, and watch everyone die unable to do anything?
Never.
"I will never kneel to trash like this...!"
But just then—
—Do you truly intend to try?
Again, a mysterious voice echoed.
That's when Jaseong realized—the strange pattern engraved on the black blade of the Wicked Fla Sword was vibrating.
It was the voice of one of the Eight Great Treasures of the martial world: the Wicked Fla Sword.
—You are reckless beyond asure. If you insist... I shall lend you my power.
"What...?"
—I'll take your lifespan in exchange. That is the law of the Wicked Fla Sword.
The words of the terrifying sword. But Jaseong didn't care.
On the verge of death, what did lifespan matter?
"... Take as much as you want. Just give the power to sweep them all away."
He muttered in a low voice, eyes glinting with the deadliest resolve yet.
As if in response, whoosh!
Black flas erupted along the blade of the Wicked Fla Sword.
A powerful strength flooded into Jaseong's energy channels.
'This power...?!'
Black internal energy coursed through Jaseong's body. As he channeled it to summon his Sword Aura—
KWA-AAANG!
A golden radiance from the Heaven Evading Way and the unique black flas of the Wicked Fla Sword coiled together along the blade.
It was the dazzling Black-Gold Sword Aura.
"?!"
"How can soone that exhausted release such Sword Aura?!"
The Blood Cult elders' eyes flew wide at Jaseong's overwhelming aura.
But the surprises weren't over.
With the black internal energy of the sword, Jaseong opened the Eight Gates up to the Closing Gate—both within the Celestial Gate Opening Art.
Kukukukukuku!!!!!!
A trendous force exploded outward, and a crushing pressure swept out for fifty jang in every direction.
"W-What is this?!"
"Elder Hak! He's going to do sothing! We have to stop him before he finishes!"
Alard, the elders charged Jaseong together.
But Jaseong had already completed the Eight Gates.
'Heaven Evading Shadow Annihilation Sword.'
Facing the two charging Blood Cult elders, Jaseong unleashed the secret art taught to him by the Sword Demon: the Heaven Evading Shadow Annihilation Sword.
Twelve thrusts exploded forward simultaneously, and twelve black-gold Sword Forces engulfed the two elders.
Kakakakang!! Chuaak! Pusyuuk!!
The grueso sound of flesh being sliced apart rang out. The elders blocked so of the strikes, but left others unguarded.
"Kurgh! You bastard!"
Bleeding, the two elders counterattacked. But alas—
'Ninth gate, Heaven's Gate—open.'
Jaseong opened the Immortal Gate to its ultimate limit. His strength and speed increased beyond all comparison.
No matter how they struggled, the elders' swords never touched Jaseong. After around two hundred seconds of breakneck exchanges—
"Kuhh!!"
"Kkuh—!!"
The two elders fell, huge wounds having cleaved their chests courtesy of Jaseong's Black-Gold Sword Aura.
Naturally, witnessing this, the remaining three hundred Blood Cult warriors shuddered painfully.
The 24 Elders were the most powerful after the cult leader and the guardian generals.
And yet, two elders had been slain single-handedly—it was only natural everyone's will to fight would shatter.
"M-Monster..."
Soone stamred in a trembling voice.
At those words, Jaseong slowly raised his bowed head.
Through his disheveled hair, his glacial blue eyes swept across the crowd.
"If there's anyone else here who wants to die, step forward."
At that mont, the Blood Cultists realized.
Even if all three hundred elites charged at once—they could not bring down this supre master.
The prodigy of the Red Light District.
This youth was a calamity sent from heaven itself.
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