Myeong Hwi, the leader of the Divine Assassins' Society.
There was an incident that made him, who was once called the number one assassin in the world, truly famous. The Vice-Cult Leader of the Demonic Cult, who was called one of the ten great masters of the world at that ti, had been killed by him.
The martial world, regardless of the righteous, the evil, or the demonic, was engulfed in shock.
Since they were those who had looked down on assassins, saying they only used cheap tricks while hiding in the shadows, the incident of a ten-great-master being assassinated by an assassin was enough to surprise everyone.
The assassins were enthusiastic about that incident. Special-grade assassins who were renowned throughout the world gathered around Myeong Hwi, and soon, the largest assassin organization, the Divine Assassins' Society, was created.
The martial artists feared the Divine Assassins' Society.
It was because it ant that if they could kill a ten-great-master, everyone except for the ten in the world could be a target of the Divine Assassins' Society.
The great rchants tried to get on good terms with the Divine Assassins' Society. Although they had overflowing money, they were always looked down upon by martial artists because they had no military power, but if they had the Divine Assassins' Society, they could gain an advantage even in transactions with martial artists.
But the Divine Assassins' Society disappeared from the world after three or four more assassinations. The general opinion was that the leader of the Divine Assassins' Society had been killed in retaliation by the Demonic Cult, and the assassins had scattered.
It was a half-true story. All the assassins belonging to the Divine Assassins' Society had died. By the hands of the cult leader, who was called one of the three lords of the world and was known to be the closest to the number one in the world.
The cult leader had greatly enjoyed the unique formation that had killed the Vice-Cult Leader. He had thought it was a waste to kill the greatest assassin of his ti who had created that formation and had taken him in.
Decades passed from then, and the newly created organization within the Demonic Cult was none other than the Ghost Demon Squad, and the killing formation that had killed the Vice-Cult Leader was now spread out in the 4-story tavern.
From the 4-story large hall, a suffocatingly thick and sticky killing intent was rising.
Just by looking at it from the outside, a martial artist's instinct would send endless warnings. Not to go in. That if you go in, you will surely die.
There was a person who was entering such a killing formation alone.
He was a master of Heaven Beyond Heaven, the Grand Tutor of the imperial palace, the commander of the Martial Alliance, and also the disciple of the greatest hero of all ti.
Crucially, he was a young man who had just passed his twenties.
The Taoist priests who were watching his back could not lift their heads in sha.
"...Sect Leader."
A Taoist priest of Wudang sought the Wudang Sword Immortal.
Although there were no particular words, the feeling of being very ashad was conveyed intact.
Moreover, by this point, the villagers had also realized that the Jongnam Sect and the Wudang Sect had abandoned them.
The gazes they sent, the gazes the disciples of the Wudang Sect sent, endlessly stimulated the Wudang Sword Immortal.
No. The war between the righteous and the demonic was a matter for all of the Orthodox Path, but the faction that suffered the greatest damage in the process was no different from being defeated even if they won the war.
Look at the Mount Hua Sect. There were few tis in their long history when they had handed over the hegemony to the Jongnam Sect, but after losing all their masters to the disastrous existence called the Dark Heavenly Son, they were unable to exert their power, weren't they?
The ones gathered here now were the first-generation disciples of Wudang.
They were the ones who taught the young Taoist priests directly, the ones who inherited and studied the martial arts of Wudang, and the ones who would symbolize the Wudang of the future.
The Wudang Sword Immortal looked at such disciples.
It was an expression where their pride as Taoist priests had completely collapsed.
The will to go into that hall and fight right away was conveyed intact.
The Wudang Sword Immortal let out a low sigh. How could he send the ones who could be called the future of Wudang?
"I will go, so you stay here and protect the villagers. However, if sothing you can't handle happens while I'm away, you must retreat."
- Do not forget that you are Wudang.
The Wudang Sword Immortal was not a man who did not know sha. He was not so shaless as to utter such words in front of the villagers who were looking at him with resentful eyes.
The Wudang Sword Immortal, who had sent a telepathic ssage to his disciples, suddenly said to the Sect Leader of the Jongnam Sect.
"Let's go."
"Yes?"
The Sect Leader of the Jongnam Sect had a "what are you talking about" expression. This crazy guy, if he was going to go, he should go alone, why was he suddenly dragging him in?
But the Wudang Sword Immortal was calculating until the end. How could he go into a place of death alone? Even if he died, if he died with the Sect Leader of the Jongnam Sect, Huashan would one day repay this favor.
Thinking so, he handed his Taiji Sword to his disciple. It was because the Ghost Demon Squad had requested that they co in empty-handed.
Since the Sect Leader of the Jongnam Sect was still hesitating, the Wudang Sword Immortal, who saw this, drove a wedge.
"Our Wudang Sect and the Jongnam Sect cannot turn a blind eye to the pain of the common people. Although we know that place is a place of death, I, the Wudang Sword Immortal, and the Sect Leader of the Jongnam Sect will go in and save the people ourselves!"
At that, the villagers shouted their thanks and praise for the Taoist priests from all over. The Jongnam Sect Leader's expression crumpled. If it ca to this, he couldn't back out, could he?
The Sect Leader of the Jongnam Sect, who had been contemplating for a mont, suddenly raised his sword high into the sky.
"L-let's go!"
There was no other way.
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The killing formation of the Divine Assassins' Society, no, the assassins who had now beco the Ghost Demon Squad, was more unique than any other formation.
Usually, the formations that assassins perford were a way of blocking the vision with darkness under a huge formation that crushed the ki sense, and then approaching without a sound and stabbing with a sword or saber.
But the killing formation that the Ghost Demon Squad had perford was different. The inside of the hall was bright, and the assassins were revealing themselves as they were.
In the first place, since the commander, Myeong Hwi, was a master of Heaven Beyond Heaven, if he were to perform a killing formation, it ant that the opponent was also a master of Heaven Beyond Heaven.
Against such a master, scattering the ki sense or blocking the senses did not work properly. It was because they were people who had half-transcended the boundaries of humans.
However, in other words, as long as they were still wearing the mask of a human, unlike a divine being, it also ant that there was a fatal weakness.
It was emotion.
All humans get angry, sad, happy, excited, and frustrated.
The killing formation that Myeong Hwi had used to kill the Vice-Cult Leader was also a formation that touched such a weak part of humans.
Also, the three people now were also experiencing the sa experience that the Vice-Cult Leader had experienced right before he died.
"N-no..."
The Wudang Sword Immortal stretched his hand into the air. He was looking sowhere with his eyes half-unfocused. An indescribable sense of frustration and sadness was present in his expression.
The scene he was seeing was not the bright interior of the hall, but a dream that had brought out what he feared most as if it were reality.
The war between the righteous and the demonic had ended with the victory of the Orthodox Path. Although everyone was in a festive mood, the Wudang Sword Immortal could not. A thousand Taoist priests from the Wudang Sect had died.
The first-generation and second-generation disciples had all died, and even the third-generation disciples who had just started to learn martial arts had died.
The only master who had survived was the Wudang Sword Immortal himself.
Although they were called Namjon Wudang and Buksung Shaolin, the Wudang of that era was in a situation where they were sowhat pushed back by Shaolin. But, since the Wudang Sect had lost all its masters in the war, they were completely pushed back by Shaolin.
The words 'Nine Sects' had disappeared. The unrivaled Shaolin was called the 'One Forest', and there were only the remaining eight sects.
The ruined Wudang, the other Taoist sects that were eyeing its position, the dead disciples who resented him, and the faces of the previous sect leaders who were looking at him as if he were pathetic.
The reality that the Wudang Sword Immortal feared most and did not want to face was unfolding in front of his eyes. It went beyond a simple nightmare and unfolded vividly in his mind, poking at his emotions.
The situation of the Sect Leader of the Jongnam Sect was also not much different.
What he feared most was obvious.
"No! Who dares to plant plum blossoms on Mount Jongnam!"
Jinun, the only hope of the ruined Mount Hua Sect.
That guy had eventually beco the Martial Alliance Leader and had made the Mount Hua Sect the hegemon of Shaanxi again. As if he were not satisfied with that, he was planting plum trees all over Mount Jongnam.
Of course, it was a scene that originated from the Sect Leader of the Jongnam Sect's delusion, but at least in there, Jinun was a vicious Alliance Leader.
While the two were struggling in a nightmare more vivid than reality.
Two special-grade assassins approached with calm steps. In their hands were pitch-black straight sabers. To kill an enemy who was struggling in pain and was defenseless was easier than eating cold porridge. Even if the opponent was a master of Heaven Beyond Heaven.
Soon, the two assassins who had co right in front of them swung their straight sabers to cut down the Wudang Sword Immortal and the Sect Leader of Jongnam.
At the sa ti.
Cheon Woojin, who had been standing blankly in the middle, suddenly moved.
He grabbed the two straight sabers with his bare hands, which were covered in protective ki.
"...?"
"...??"
Cheon Woojin and the assassins looked at each other with puzzled expressions.
The assassins were puzzled that Cheon Woojin had moved so calmly in this killing formation, and Cheon Woojin was just puzzled about what this situation was.
He then put strength into his hands and broke the straight sabers.
The broken blades were, without a doubt, stuck in the necks of the two assassins.
The assassins collapsed, spewing blood from their necks.
A silence fell in the hall for a mont.
In the anti, the two Taoist priests' nightmare seed to continue, as they were touching the air with truly pained expressions.
Cheon Woojin shook the Sect Leader of the Jongnam Sect awake.
Since it was not an ordinary dream, he did not wake up easily. But when he sent his ki into the Sect Leader's body, his internal energy was soon activated, and he woke up from his sleep.
The Sect Leader let out a rough breath and looked around with startled eyes.
"Wh-what is this..."
Cheon Woojin this ti woke up the Wudang Sword Immortal.
As expected, he did not wake up even when he was shaken, so he struck his forehead and sent him flying.
The Wudang Sword Immortal flew powerlessly like a reed, was stuck in a corner, and then ca to his senses and got up.
The Sect Leader of the Jongnam Sect, who had seen the scene from the side, had a bewildered expression. He had been so gentle when he had woken him up, but why had he struck the Sword Immortal?
It was clearly revenge for the friction with the Wudang Sword Immortal. But since Cheon Woojin had saved his life, the Sect Leader could not dare to say such a thing.
Cheon Woojin himself said calmly, as if nothing had happened.
"He didn't wake up, so I pushed him slightly."
"..."
The Wudang Sword Immortal looked at Cheon Woojin for a mont. The Jongnam Sect Leader next to him was in a very fine state, unlike himself.
Although he had his suspicions, since there was no particular evidence, the Wudang Sword Immortal clicked his tongue. In any case, it was also true that he had saved his life thanks to him.
"...Thank you."
"Don't ntion it."
Cheon Woojin, who had said so, soon looked at the front.
Not only the assassins, but also the Ghost Demon Squad Leader, Myeong Hwi, had a dumbfounded expression.
Their killing formation dug deep into a person's inner self and touched the emotion of fear. Unless one was truly an immortal, it was impossible to break this formation so powerlessly.
"What on earth is your identity..."
Myeong Hwi muttered in a low voice.
Although he had not particularly asked, Cheon Woojin answered as if he were annoyed.
"I told you, I'm Cheon Woojin."
Why did he keep asking the sa question?
Cheon Woojin, thinking that he was a very strange assassin, lightly stomped the ground. He had left his Crescent Moon Staff and Crane Feather Fan behind. But it had been a long ti since he had surpassed the realm where the weapon itself was not very aningful.
A blackish dark ki gathered in his fist. Myeong Hwi, who was looking at that ominous ki, was engulfed in an instinctive anxiety.
In Cheon Woojin's eyes, this killing formation was aningless. Even without such a thod, there were many ways to stimulate the opponent's fear.
Basically, all humans had a fear of death. Just like the clear emotion in the Ghost Demon Squad Leader's pupils now.
Myeong Hwi, the leader of the Divine Assassins' Society, now called the Ghost Demon Squad Leader, could not overco his fear and swung his straight saber in an instant. It was a truly instinctive movent, but since it was a straight saber swung by a master of Heaven Beyond Heaven, its trajectory and speed were surprisingly exquisite.
Cheon Woojin, thinking that it would have been more fun to face him if he had not perford such a killing formation, stretched out his fist.
Soon, the straight saber and the fist t.
The ki that the two masters of Heaven Beyond Heaven had exuded collided head-on, creating a huge explosion.
At that shock, the 4-story hall collapsed entirely.
The assassins began to run away in all directions.
But the Taoist priests were not likely to just stand by and watch.
In any case, the Wudang Sword Immortal and the Jongnam Sect Leader were also the heads of the Nine Sects, and there were few masters in the martial world of that era who were above them.
Moreover, an assassin who had revealed himself loses his power.
A slaughter was truly taking place.
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Around the collapsed hall, the bodies of the assassins were full.
The Wudang Sword Immortal and the Jongnam Sect Leader swallowed their regret.
Although they had won the battle completely, the body of the Ghost Demon Squad Leader was not there.
In the last mont, he had disappeared as if he had literally evaporated.
Nevertheless, to have achieved such a victory against a hundred assassins, including a master of Heaven Beyond Heaven, without much damage was a truly great thing.
It was then.
Cheon Woojin picked up the Crescent Moon Staff that was on the ground and walked sowhere. He stopped again in front of a large ginkgo tree.
The tree was so large that its shade was also quite deep.
Cheon Woojin suddenly poked the air under the shade with his Crescent Moon Staff.
He had poked the air, but he heard the sound of flesh and muscle being poked. Soon, the Ghost Demon Squad Leader, whose chest had been pierced by the Crescent Moon Staff, revealed himself.
Everyone could not hide their surprise. Since before entering the killing formation, Cheon Woojin had been constantly finding the Ghost Demon Squad Leader's hiding place.
Even as the Wudang Sword Immortal who had reached Heaven Beyond Heaven, he could not feel even a little bit of ki, so he was curious what kind of skill he was using to find him.
Of course, the one who was most curious was Myeong Hwi himself.
"H-how on earth..."
"The wind flows awkwardly."
Cheon Woojin was more sensitive to the wind than anyone due to the influence of the White Flower Sword Immortal. He had reached a realm where he could see and feel even the slightest breeze, beyond the realm of ki and senses.
No matter how great a hiding technique was, it could not erase one's existence from the world. In the end, the wind would not be able to flow naturally where he was and would either collide or go around.
To Cheon Woojin, finding a hidden person was as natural as looking at a leaf fluttering in the wind.
(End of Chapter)
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