The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance Chapter 145

The few small halls that were all that remained of the Kunlun Sect.

Even those were all burned down, and a suffocating silence descended upon the now shabby place.

While Cheon Woojin was walking.

Neither the martial artists of the Orthodox Path nor the demonic people of the Demonic Cult could move a muscle. It wasn't that he was exuding his ki to pressure them, or that he had a threatening attitude as if he could attack at any mont.

He just walked.

The place where Cheon Woojin's steps stopped was in front of the Kunlun Sect Leader, whose torso had been cut in two.

He, who had lived a resentful life, was looking at Cheon Woojin with eyes that could not shake off all that resentnt even in death.

Cheon Woojin placed his hand on his face.

After closing his eyes, he raised his body again.

By the ti that series of movents was over.

Soone from the group of demonic people shouted.

"A-attack...!"

It was a voice squeezed out to shake off the fear, but even that trembled at the end. Because of that, no one moved. Rather, the tension in the hall only beca more taut.

Cheon Woojin looked at them with his unique dry gaze.

From his lowered two hands, a dark ki that blood like a fla soon spread its branches luxuriantly to the surroundings.

A blackish fla with a radius of one zhang was emitted.

It was so fierce that it made the red flas that had burned all of the Kunlun Sect seem pale, and it was an ominous ki that made even the demonic people, who had learned demonic arts all their lives, feel a sense of anxiety.

Cheon Woojin lightly took a step.

To the demonic people, that short mont felt like an eternity.

They raised their vigilance to the extre and watched Cheon Woojin's every move with trendous concentration.

Soon, the mont the foot that had stepped forward touched the ground.

A huge pit was created where his foot had touched.

At the sa ti, Cheon Woojin's figure disappeared.

The demonic people's eyes widened in surprise.

'Wh-where did he go...'

In an instant, he felt a breeze.

And the view in front of his wide-open eyes beca dark.

To be precise, sothing was stuck in his eyeball.

Cheon Woojin's finger blinded the demonic person. He had no ti to feel the pain. Before he could even let out a scream, his body tilted into the air.

Soon, an indescribable wind pressure was felt from his back, and then he collided violently with sothing. It was so intense that his body broke in half like the Kunlun Sect Leader, and the three or four demonic people he had collided with were also the sa.

Before he knew it, a sword was in Cheon Woojin's hand.

It belonged to the demonic person who had broken in half and died.

The reddish sword blade that symbolized the Demonic Cult was captured by the dark ki and dyed black.

Not all the demonic people were idiots. A man with so backbone among them kicked off the ground and rushed towards Cheon Woojin's back.

Cheon Woojin, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, held the sword in a reverse grip and stabbed backward.

At the unexpected attack, the rushing demonic person's solar plexus was pierced.

Soon, Cheon Woojin began to move in earnest.

The movents were simple.

He roughly kicked off the ground and approached quickly.

He cut, stabbed, and tore.

But, it was so fast that the demonic people could not see, and.

The saber ki and sword ki that were unleashed were futilely split by a single thin sword blade.

Not long after the slaughter began, the demonic people were subrged in a sense of powerlessness. They began to feel not just fear, but even a sense of awe. It was because the Demonic Cult was a religion that revered martial arts.

Among them, those with high faith chose to commit suicide to shake off that profane feeling.

"Long live the Heavenly Demon, may all demons submit, long live the Heavenly Demon, may all demons submit..."

A demonic person muttered quickly and raised his sword blade towards himself. He then squeezed his eyes shut and stabbed his sword towards his heart.

But the sword did not pierce his heart.

A force greater than his faith had stopped the sword. The demonic person opened his eyes. In front of him was the Emotionless Guest with a dry expression. The mont he looked into those abyss-like pupils.

The firm ideology he had believed in without a doubt all his life was shaken. A greater evil than that great and holy existence called the Heavenly Demon was in front of his eyes.

Not the red sky that the Demonic Cult revered, but a pitch-black sky where nothing existed.

"Ah, Dark Heaven..."

Cheon Woojin frowned.

He then put strength into the hand holding the sword blade and broke the sword. The broken sword was, of course, stuck in the demonic person's neck.

Cheon Woojin did not even allow them a noble sacrifice.

Because they were people who did not deserve it.

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It did not take many breaths to kill all the demonic people. That was because, in the first place, the level of the demonic people themselves was not that high.

With their skills, they could not have killed the Sect Leader of the Kunlun Sect.

It ant there was another master.

Cheon Woojin scanned the ruined Kunlun Sect and then asked.

"Is the Poisonous Hand dead?"

The Poisonous Hand had definitely remained in the Kunlun Sect. He had even reached a new realm by taking the sun-secret flower. If the Poisonous Hand had fought with his life on the line, there was a possibility that no one would have died until Cheon Woojin arrived.

At the silence of the Hidden Dragon Unit mbers, Cheon Woojin asked again.

"Where is the Poisonous Hand?"

"...He ran away."

Song Yiyeon answered with a dejected voice.

Cheon Woojin let out a small sigh, as if he had expected it.

* * *

Not long after Cheon Woojin had left for the Qinghai branch.

Those who remained in the Kunlun Sect ca out to the cliff and were looking at the burning sight of the Qinghai branch.

"Sect Leader, it seems we have to go to the Qinghai branch. The commander has gone, so the mbers can't just stay here and wait."

Song Yiyeon said so.

Namgung Jin and Jinun had also each grabbed their swords.

Although the patient, the Postal Hall Master, was here, they thought that since the Sect Leader and the martial artists of the Kunlun Sect were guarding him, there would be no great danger.

And so, the mont the three, after paying their respects to the Sect Leader, were about to leave with a rather solemn heart.

Black things that were climbing the cliff very quickly were seen.

At first, he thought they were sothing like cockroaches. It was because they were very small and fast, and above all, their number was so black and nurous that it covered the rocky mountain.

But the mont he raised his internal energy and checked again.

He saw the demonic people who were climbing the rocky mountain fiercely with crazed eyes. Soon, they began to pour oil and set fire to various places on the rocky mountain. It was as if they were saying that no one could go down from Mount Kunlun.

The demonic people who had climbed while setting fire soon arrived at the Kunlun Sect.

The ones who greeted them first were the Hidden Dragon Unit mbers and the martial artists of the Kunlun Sect.

What was fortunate was that although the number of demonic people was very large, their realm was not high.

Song Yiyeon, Jinun, and Namgung Jin were sowhat overwheld by the opponent's overwhelming numbers, but they calmly responded with the help of the Kunlun Sect martial artists.

Soon, the Poisonous Hand appeared. His expression was full of confidence. The Poisonous Hand, who had tasted a new realm by taking the sun-secret flower, spread his poison arts, which were already advantageous in dealing with a large number of people, even more freely.

Every ti his hand was swung, a poison ki filled with the energy of extre yang burned the demonic people to death.

"Hahaha! I am the number one in the world of this era..."

The Poisonous Hand flinched. Co to think of it, as long as the Poison King was alive, he could not yet call himself the number one in the world.

So, he stealthily trailed off his words.

"The number two in the world... I am a poison person!"

The demonic people wondered for a mont what bullshit he was talking about, but at least the green glare that shone fiercely even amidst the blackish demonic ki felt quite fearso.

And so, with the Poisonous Hand's joining, the battle tilted.

Despite the overwhelming difference in numbers, the advantage created by a single poison arts master in a chaotic battle was huge.

The Sect Leader of the Kunlun Sect also spurred on the demon-slaying.

Every ti the Sect Leader's arrow was shot, the demonic people died. He perford a strange movent technique that changed directions as if flying in the air.

It was the unique ultimate movent technique of the Kunlun Sect, the Cloud Dragon Eight Forms. Once he flew up, he would change directions a total of eight tis in the air. But, the trajectory was so splendid that it was hard to predict, so it was difficult to respond easily even while watching with one's eyes.

And so, the Sect Leader changed directions a total of seven tis and slaughtered the demonic people.

By the ti he had made the last leap.

A huge ki rushed in.

The Sect Leader turned his head and confird it, but since it was the last leap, he could no longer change directions.

Soon, that huge ki pierced the Sect Leader's waist.

The torso, which had been cut in two in the air, fell to the ground with a ti lag.

In an instant, the hall beca quiet.

The Hidden Dragon Unit mbers, the Poisonous Hand, and the martial artists of the Kunlun Sect looked at the Sect Leader's body as if they could not believe it.

Soon, an old man descended into the hall.

He was an existence that dominated the atmosphere of the battlefield just by revealing himself. A realm called Heaven Beyond Heaven in the Central Plains, and the Extre Demonic Realm in the Demonic Cult.

The stooped old man was the head of the Yeo family, Yeo Huin.

The Yeo family was one of the six families called the pillars of the Demonic Cult, and they were the ones who were at odds with the Five Great Families of the Orthodox Path.

He, who had cut down the Sect Leader of Kunlun in a single blow, looked at the Hidden Dragon Unit mbers, the martial artists of the Kunlun Sect, and the Poisonous Hand in turn with a languid gaze.

The Poisonous Hand, who had t his gaze last, flinched greatly.

He was also a seasoned martial artist in the martial world.

He realized instinctively. That even if he had completely lted the sun-secret flower, he was a master he could never face. This was the sa even if the Hidden Dragon Unit mbers and the young kids of Kunlun helped.

'...At this level, he must be at least the head of one of the six demonic families.'

The Poisonous Hand shook his head. To face the head of one of the six demonic families, at least his younger brother, the Poison King, had to co to have a chance.

The judgnt was fast, and the action was even faster.

The Poisonous Hand poured out his poison ki in front and then imdiately turned around and began to run away. In the anti, he took the Divine Doctor, who was treating the Postal Hall Master, and fled. In any case, the Divine Doctor was absolutely necessary to treat the Poison King's dentia.

'I-I can't die here.'

He had finally obtained the sun-secret flower.

He had finally beco a poison yang person.

His younger brother's treatnt was right around the corner.

'How can I die!'

Although he wouldn't be able to get help from his nephew...

No, Cheon Woojin, but in any case, if he just stayed alive, he could try to treat him by raising his realm himself.

The Poisonous Hand thought so and just ran, looking only ahead.

The faces of the Hidden Dragon Unit mbers and the Kunlun Sect martial artists, filled with futility and betrayal, kept coming to mind, but he managed to erase them from his head.

He had originally lived his whole life on the run. Yes, this was the kind of person he was. Since when had he been hanging out with the Orthodox Path guys?

And so, the Poisonous Hand completely ran away from Mount Kunlun.

The Yeo family head, who was watching the scene, clicked his tongue.

"What's with that stupid guy?"

He was so stupid that he didn't even feel like chasing him.

He seed to have seen him sowhere...

The Yeo family head, who had been thinking for a mont, soon shook his head.

"It seems only worm-like guys are left. Take care of them yourselves and then burn everything and return."

He had killed the Sect Leader of the Kunlun Sect himself, and the poison-using idiot had run away long ago. What was left were a few Kunlun Sect martial artists and three young kids who hadn't even lost their baby fat.

In the midst of the young masters fighting a bloody war for the throne, the fact that he, the head of the Yeo family, had to co here was very unpleasant.

One of the young masters chosen by the cult leader was the eldest son of the Yeo family.

It was a situation where he had to make the eldest son of the Yeo family the Young Cult Leader. If he couldn't sit on the throne, he would die. That was the succession struggle of the Demonic Cult's young masters.

The Yeo family head waved his hand casually and turned around.

However, what he had not expected was.

That the potential of those young kids who had not yet lost their baby fat had finally shone through as they crossed the line between life and death countless tis in this battle.

And that the demonic people who had been dispatched to shake the Qinghai branch had been torn to pieces by an existence beyond common sense.

Song Yiyeon endured with the thought of protecting his master, the Postal Hall Master. The Pure Yang Art, the purest martial art in the world, had an advantage over demonic arts.

Jinun was more purely angry than anyone at the fact that Mount Kunlun, which was called the origin of all Taoist sects in the world, had been stained with the blood of Taoist priests. Plum blossoms were constantly scattered on the barren Mount Kunlun, which had only rocks.

Namgung Jin kept recalling the smile his aunt, the Sword Princess, had shown him for the first ti in his life for so reason. For that reason alone, he could not stop his sword. Even though his internal energy had long since bottod out, the ultimate technique of Namgung, the Emperor Sword Form, was endlessly perford, albeit immaturely.

And so, the three endured with their anger towards the Demonic Cult, their desire for survival, and their sadness for the Kunlun Sect.

Even in that short battle, they had surpassed their limits countless tis and had climbed the stairs several tis, raising their realm little by little.

All three were geniuses hidden by Cheon Woojin.

However.

No matter how outstanding a martial artist they were, they were still of an age where they were far from reaching thirty. If decades had passed, they would have been talents who would have looked at the peak of the Orthodox Path, but for now, they were just young trees.

"Haa..."

He had slaughtered dozens of demonic people.

Naturally, his internal energy had bottod out.

The sword and saber in his hand were as heavy as Mount Tai, and his legs would not move, as if soone were pulling them.

The first to be hit was Jinun.

His shoulder was pierced by the sword of a demonic person.

Jinun, gritting his teeth in pain, unleashed his Plum Blossom Sword. But the sword blade did not reach. Just as he was engulfed in despair, a pure white saber blade cut off the demonic person's neck.

It was Song Yiyeon's White Flower Saber.

Jinun and Song Yiyeon's eyes t. They felt it instinctively. That all three of them had faced a limit that they could no longer overco.

And.

Cheon Woojin appeared.

* * *

"That's what happened."

Song Yiyeon, who had explained the situation, knelt on the ground. Not only did he no longer have the strength to stand, but his legs gave out as the tragic scene around him ca into view.

His body and mind were so worn out.

The tragic sight of the Kunlun Sect Taoist priests ca into view.

Tears flowed down Song Yiyeon's white cheeks.

"If, if I were as strong as you, Young Master, this wouldn't have happened. In the end, it was the Kunlun Sect that was sacrificed again. I, a mber of the Martial Alliance, did not die shalessly. I'm so sorry, so sorry that I can't stand it."

Jinun and Namgung Jin also had the sa expression, although they were not shedding tears. It was not their fault. They had just survived.

Nevertheless, looking at the bodies of the Kunlun Sect Taoist priests, they felt sorry and pained as mbers of the Martial Alliance, as martial artists of the Orthodox Path.

Cheon Woojin looked at the three for a mont and then looked at the Qinghai branch beyond the cliff. It seed the fire demon had also been completely suppressed.

In the first place, with a master of the level to kill the Sect Leader of the Kunlun Sect, the Hidden Dragon Unit mbers and the Poisonous Hand could not have faced him even if they had attacked at the sa ti.

Cheon Woojin, who had been looking at the Hidden Dragon Unit mbers for a mont, asked in a low voice.

"Where did that master go?"

"..."

The three raised their heads and looked at Cheon Woojin.

It had been a long ti since that master had disappeared. No matter how much of a Cheon Woojin he was, he would not be able to chase him. Also, how could they easily send their friend, Cheon Woojin, to such a master?

But Cheon Woojin asked again.

"Where did he go?"

Soon, the three looked at one place.

It was the west, the direction where the Demonic Cult was located.

Cheon Woojin also looked at that place for a mont and then suddenly took a couple of steps and disappeared.

(End of Chapter)