The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance Chapter 140

"Sect Leader, should we gather the kids too?"

A middle-aged man with a fierce tattoo on his face said.

He had uttered the words 'Sect Leader', but his fierce impression, rough broadsword, and the rough atmosphere he exuded did not look like a Taoist priest at all.

But the old man who was called the Sect Leader was even more so.

He was wearing a turban that waiters commonly wore on his head. On his back was a bow, and its size was comparable to the torso of a decent-sized man.

"We have to. Those dog-like Demonic Cult bastards. We have to chew them all up."

The Sect Leader who had said so spat on the ground.

Who would believe it?

That he was the Sect Leader of the Kunlun Sect, one of the Nine Sects.

* * *

With a cheerful sound of sothing cutting through the air, an arrow cut through the battlefield and rushed in. The arrow, even after piercing the forehead of a demonic person, did not lose its force and killed three more demonic people with the sa montum as before.

"Wh-what!"

The flustered demonic people scanned the surroundings. But they could not feel any other presence, not only in the direction the arrow had flown from, but anywhere else.

Soon, a middle-aged man with a broadsword descended among them.

It was a broadsword that suited his rough physique and fierce impression very well.

Every ti the broadsword was swung, the head of a demonic person flew into the air. The demonic people of the Demonic Cult were also those who had overco a hellish training and had been incorporated into the ard forces.

They rushed in, pulling out a blackish demonic ki like threads.

But the man holding the broadsword just disappeared as suddenly as he had appeared.

"This is damn!"

The demonic person in charge of the southwestern border of the Ten Thousand Great Mountains cursed.

This was already the fifth ti.

That unidentified guys had attacked and disappeared.

Such things were happening all over the outermost part of the Heavenly Net.

Until the rescue team organized by the Martial Alliance arrived, the martial artists of the Kunlun Sect endlessly shook the Heavenly Net.

The sect that had suffered the most frequent annihilations in the history of the Orthodox Path martial world was the Kunlun Sect. When the Demonic Cult was rampant, they would annihilate the Kunlun Sect as if it were a traditional custom.

It was because it was the sect located on the outermost edge of the Central Plains, and it was a place that bordered Xinjiang, which was ruled by the Demonic Cult.

The arrow of the Kunlun Sect Leader once again cut through the air.

After slaughtering seven more demonic people, he quickly moved his position.

He didn't even have a nickna.

It was the survival thod chosen by the Kunlun Sect, which had been annihilated countless tis.

A small number of elites, each for themselves.

Even if all the martial artists of the Kunlun Sect were combined, there were only about twenty.

They each made a living and lived in different forms in Xinjiang, Qinghai, and even in the outer castles of the Demonic Cult.

Soone as a fisherman, another as a farr, a waiter, a back-alley ruffian, a rchant, an entertainer, and even as a martial artist of the Demonic Cult.

A demonic person who was part of the Heavenly Net cut down his colleague next to him.

"Y-you, why are you doing this?"

The demonic people around were greatly agitated.

Regardless, he killed another demonic person and said, as if chewing out the words.

"I'm originally like this. You dog bastards."

The first disciple of the Kunlun Sect, who had slaughtered five or six people in an instant, hurriedly left the place. Thanks to that, a few chased after him, and the Heavenly Net was shaken, albeit slightly.

The Kunlun Sect, like the Beggars' Sect, had chosen to maintain itself in the form of a cell organization, with each mber hiding their identity.

However, what was starkly different from the Beggars' Sect was.

In the hearts of those who had inherited the history of slaughter and annihilation that had been carried out for hundreds of years, there was a blind anger towards the Demonic Cult.

Seven arrows once again created a sea of blood.

* * *

While the martial artists of the Kunlun Sect were rampaging through the Heavenly Net.

The Demonic Cult was not just taking it.

After the era of the Dark Heavenly Son, the Demonic Cult was a single faction that boasted the strongest military power in the world.

They maintained the Heavenly Net and ford and deployed a pursuit team to catch and kill the unidentified guys.

The pursuit team included three elders of the Demonic Cult.

The first disciple of the Kunlun Sect, who had fallen and beco transcendent.

Looking at him, the elder of the Demonic Cult, Yeo Hurak, let out a laugh that resembled a ghost's cry.

"Kekekekekeke, why are you stopping already? You should struggle even more like your dead colleagues. Who knows? If your struggle pleases , I might just cut off one or two arms and let you go."

Ah, an arm is originally two.

Yeo Hurak, who had said so, stretched out his index finger and swept over the first disciple's body. His fingernails were so long that it gave him goosebumps all over his body, as if he were being scratched with a thin piece of iron.

Yeo Hurak, as if contemplating for a long ti, swept over the first disciple's arms, legs, navel, and solar plexus, and then stopped.

"Yes, here."

The place where his finger stopped was the rib cage.

Yeo Hurak's fingernail dug into his flesh and then caught a rib like a hook.

"Keueup!"

Nevertheless, the disciple of Kunlun endured, clenching his teeth so hard that blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. He had no intention of letting these worm-like guys hear his screams.

"Hmph, you're truly stubborn. I'm so curious what kind of scream a stubborn guy like you will let out when you die."

Yeo Hurak put strength into his finger.

It seed he was about to pull out a rib.

Just as the disciple of Kunlun, who had steeled his heart, was about to open his mouth due to an instinctive fear.

Sothing lukewarm covered the Kunlun disciple's face. Soon, sothing fell on his solar plexus.

When he cautiously opened his eyes, it was the head of Elder Yeo Hurak. Even that was half blown away, with only half remaining.

"Are you okay?"

Cheon Woojin extended his Crescent Moon Staff to the disciple. It was a gesture to grab it and get up, but blood and flesh flowed down the staff.

The first disciple, Cheongin, got up, pushing himself off the ground.

- Are you from the Martial Alliance?

At the telepathic ssage, Cheon Woojin nodded.

"I am the Hidden Dragon Unit Commander, Cheon Woojin. It's a pleasure."

At that, Cheongin was startled. Why did they maintain this cell organization form? It was to block the possibility of a war between the righteous and the demonic.

If the Martial Alliance officially intervened, it would be giving the Demonic Cult a justification.

"If you say that all here...!"

Of course, Cheon Woojin also knew from what he had heard in advance.

What kind of history the Kunlun Sect had, and why Cheongin was speaking in a telepathic ssage even though he was in front of him.

But it didn't matter.

Cheon Woojin looked at the demonic people around and said to Cheongin.

"We will attack a total of three places. The Postal Hall Master said that if he is alive, these are the places where he is most likely to be hiding. One of them is here. The other two places have been gone to by other people."

Cheon Woojin and the Beggar Lord, who were martial artists of Heaven Beyond Heaven, each took one place, and the Disciplinary Hall Master and the Sword Princess took the remaining one.

After attacking the three places at the sa ti, if they found the Postal Hall Master, they were to shoot a signal flare and gather in one place.

"I understand the situation, but what are you going to do if you say that so that all those guys can hear!"

"What does it matter?"

Cheon Woojin scanned the demonic people around and then suddenly swung his Crescent Moon Staff. A blacker-than-black dark ki drew a large full moon along the trajectory of the Crescent Moon Staff and extended.

Dark Heaven Full Moon.

Cheongin was montarily dazed by the full moon that had appeared in front of his eyes.

By the ti he had managed to regain his senses.

"They're all going to die anyway."

The demonic people in the hall were in a terribly disassembled state.

"Wh-what is this..."

Most of those who had witnessed Cheon Woojin's martial arts for the first ti showed a similar reaction. But the experienced Hidden Dragon Unit mbers skillfully cleaned up the surroundings and looked for traces of the Postal Hall Master.

The Hidden Dragon Unit mbers, who had spread out to a rather distant place and had searched, soon returned and shook their heads. There were no traces of the Postal Hall Master anywhere.

"It seems this is not the place. Ah, my introduction was late. I am the Hidden Dragon Unit mber, Song Yiyeon."

"I am Jinun. It seems we have t before."

No matter how much the Kunlun Sect was a cell organization, they would occasionally interact with other Taoist sects.

Cheongin nodded, feeling a strange phenonon of surprise and relief at the sa ti. Looking at the remaining one's Chang Gung Sword, it seed that one was the Little Sword Dragon of the Namgung family without even having to say it.

It was then.

A red signal flare was shot high into the sky and then scattered into the air.

It was a signal that they had found the Postal Hall Master.

Cheon Woojin imdiately ran in that direction, and the Hidden Dragon Unit mbers followed him, taking Cheongin with them.

* * *

The Sword Princess's Chang Gung Sword and Chu Punggae's club were aid threateningly at the front. Nevertheless, the demonic people surrounding them did not show any signs of fear and slowly narrowed the siege.

At the feet of the Sword Princess and Chu Punggae was the Postal Hall Master, who was in a truly tattered state.

All he could do was to continue his faint breathing. His entire body was already covered in blood, and there were countless large wounds that threatened his life.

Just from his condition, one could clearly feel how harsh a ti he had endured here.

"Hey, get a grip. Keep saying sothing. People will co to help soon. We can definitely go back alive. So don't stop talking!"

The Disciplinary Hall Master, while glaring at the front, kept saying sothing to the Postal Hall Master. He could instinctively tell that if his consciousness was cut off once, he would never be able to wake up again.

The Sword Princess bit her red lips. Even in this situation, the demonic people who were sending her lustful gazes were so disgusting that she was filled with a desire to kill them in a single blow.

With the Sword Princess's realm, she could slaughter a dozen people and then easily escape, but... the situation did not help her. If even a small gap was created, the Postal Hall Master would be in danger.

The demonic people also knew this situation well. They thought that the Orthodox Path guys were truly weak. If it were them, they would have abandoned their colleagues without hesitation and slaughtered the opponent.

"Hehe, you foolish man and woman."

Soon, the mont the demonic people's siege narrowed to the point where their swords and sabers could touch.

Everyone's gaze turned to one direction.

A trendous sound, as if a fist-sized hornet were flapping its wings, was heard, making the air tremble.

The demonic people could not figure out its identity, but the Sword Princess and the Beggar Lord recognized it at once.

Soon, the Disciplinary Hall Master raised his club. At that, the startled demonic person hurriedly raised his arm to block his head.

"You fell for that, you stupid bastard!"

The Disciplinary Hall Master, instead of swinging his club, poured out his internal energy with his other hand. His specialty was not staff techniques, but palm techniques.

The bodies of three or four demonic people who were hit by the internal energy burst like drums. At the sa ti, the Sword Princess's Chang Gung Sword thinly cut through the air.

She had a young and beautiful appearance that belied her forty years. Originally, the people of the Namgung family, regardless of gender, were generally like that.

But those who knew her did not even think of courting or admiring her.

The most ruthless martial artist in the Namgung family, which was known to be selfish, clever, with a small range of emotions, and sotis arrogant, was none other than the Sword Princess.

She had no intention of killing the demonic people.

However, she cut off their genitals along with one entire leg.

If they were lucky, they would die from excessive bleeding, and if they were unlucky, they would not be able to die and would live a hellish life.

It was only natural for martial artists who showed lust even in this situation to lose their most precious genitals and martial arts.

But the disaster of the demonic people was just beginning.

A brief gap was created by the attacks of the Disciplinary Hall Master and the Sword Princess. In that gap, the demonic people hurriedly rushed in to take the Postal Hall Master hostage.

However, a dark iron staff flew in at a speed several tis faster than that. It was so fast that the staff, which was over one zhang long, looked as if it had stretched.

They were not even given ti to be surprised.

The Crescent Moon Staff, imbued with dark ki, instantly crushed about twenty demonic people.

(End of Chapter)