The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance Chapter 165

The gathered Alliance mbers murmured.

"Is that the Emotionless Guest? He doesn't look as scary as the rumors say."

Since Cheon Woojin mainly worked outside and stayed cooped up in the Hidden Dragon Unit's estate even when he was in the Alliance, there were so who were seeing his face for the first ti.

The rumors about Cheon Woojin were already rampant. Starting with rumors about all sorts of achievents and martial prowess, the story that always followed was that he was so scary it made one's spine chill.

"Don't even ntion it. It's not that he looks scary."

Those who had seen Cheon Woojin in person spared their words. Especially the nuns of the Ei Sect, who had been with him when he had killed the Beast Palace Lord, did not raise their voices even more.

While everyone's gazes were gathered, there was one who was looking at Cheon Woojin with the most fierce eyes.

It was the Blood Tiger Lord, who had co to deliver a ssage at the request of the third young master.

"So you're the Emotionless Guest who killed my sworn brother."

"I've killed so many people, I don't know who you're talking about."

Cheon Woojin shrugged.

At that sight, the Blood Tiger Lord's thick eyebrows twitched. His sworn brother and one of the six demonic families of the Demonic Cult, the head of the Yeo family, Yeo Huin. He had died while carrying out a trivial mission.

It was a simple mission to lead the demonic people to the Kunlun Sect, where there were no particularly great masters, kill them all, and set fire to it.

The one who had killed him was a new master called the Emotionless Guest.

"I'm talking about the old man you killed in the Kunlun Sect."

"Ah."

Cheon Woojin nodded roughly. In fact, he still didn't rember, but it didn't seem to be a particularly important matter.

"Emotionless Guest, I've co to settle your karma. With your one head, you can prevent the deaths of thousands, tens of thousands. It would be a cool death for a martial artist of the Orthodox Path."

The Blood Tiger Lord chuckled. The Martial Alliance was certainly strong. Nevertheless, that pathetic belief and justice held them back. How could they fight the Divine Cult with such a heavy burden on their ankles?

It was the sa even now. If countless lives could be saved with the death of one person, it was a martial artist of the Orthodox Path who would willingly do so.

"It's not a bad proposal."

"Yes, if one person can prevent a war between the demonic and the righteous, it will be an achievent that will be rembered in the history of the martial world."

Cheon Woojin nodded calmly. He recalled the ordinary common people he had seen in the Demonic Cult. They, and the people of the Central Plains, should not have to suffer unnecessary deaths.

As Cheon Woojin answered so, the Chief Strategist Sima Hui's telepathic ssage was heard from behind.

- Stop with the unfunny jokes. Do you really think they will cancel the war they were going to start just by taking your head? Rather, if you, a master of Heaven Beyond Heaven, are gone, the probability of a war breaking out will increase.

The Chief Strategist was annoyed by the Demonic Cult's pathetic trick. In the end, wasn't it just to induce division? Where in the world was there a martial artist who would give up his head just because they were told to?

It was just to design it in advance so that when a war broke out and people started to die, voices of resentnt against Cheon Woojin would co out from within the Orthodox Path.

But the Cheon Woojin he knew was a being who always deviated from common sense. So, for no reason, he added a telepathic ssage with a useless worry.

- Yes, when that ti cos, soone might raise their voice to resent you. It's not a correct logic, but people are emotional animals. But that's not your fault, but my fault for not preventing such a situation in advance. It's because the Chief Strategist was incompetent and could not properly soothe the hearts of the martial artists.

Saying so, he looked at Cheon Woojin's back.

He had suffered a lot because of that guy who didn't know where he would bounce off to. But just by Cheon Woojin standing here like this, he did not feel the slightest bit of fear of the masters of the Demonic Cult.

That very back made the strategist's heart so reliable. To think that such a being would disappear from the Alliance overnight? As a strategist, there would be no worse day than that.

"Good. My masters did not teach to be a person who does not know the greater good."

"What!"

The Chief Strategist was startled.

Regardless, Cheon Woojin tapped his own neck with his index finger and said to the Blood Tiger Lord.

"Co and get it."

"..."

Hundreds of gazes gathered in the hall turned to the Blood Tiger Lord.

But the Blood Tiger Lord did not move easily.

Even though Cheon Woojin had put down his Crescent Moon Staff on the ground, his steps did not seem to be willing to move.

"Why, aren't you coming?"

The Blood Tiger Lord was inwardly quite flustered.

The Emotionless Guest did not exude any montum and was waiting with all his openings exposed. Nevertheless, an unknown anxiety was blocking his movents.

He had long since passed the age to be scared just because the opponent was strong. When the Cult Leader was alive, he had no confidence in beating him, but at least he had never cowered in front of him.

The Blood Tiger Lord, who had been contemplating, said to the pair of old man and woman standing on either side of him.

"Go and take his head."

They were very fat. In fact, their height and width were so similar that they looked round. Nevertheless, their steps towards Cheon Woojin were by no ans heavy.

- Seeing that the Blood Tiger Lord is using them like his own hands and feet, they must be the Yin Yang Elders. The martial prowess of one person may not be your match, but if the two attack together, you must be careful. But, you're not really thinking of dying, are you?

He added the last words out of anxiety. Nevertheless, there was no answer.

When the Yin Yang Elders stood in front of Cheon Woojin.

While they were exchanging glances for a mont, the Blood Tiger Lord's voice was heard from a distance.

"He is a martial artist who is trying to sacrifice his life for the greater good. Take his head in an instant without pain."

It seed he planned to take his head while he was alive.

The Yin Yang Elders nodded and the mont they placed their hands on Cheon Woojin's shoulders.

Thwack-!

The heads of the two shot up high into the sky. Their heavy bodies stood on the ground in the sa posture.

By the ti the heads that had flown away had rolled and fallen at the Blood Tiger Lord's feet.

Thump, thump-!

The huge bodies of the Yin Yang Elders also fell to the ground, spreading a heavy sound.

Cheon Woojin looked at the Blood Tiger Lord and said.

"This is my answer."

"..."

"Take the heads of these two today, and if you really want my head, tell the third young master to co himself. But, seeing you, the Blood Tiger Lord, standing still even after losing your subordinates, I don't know if it will be aningful."

The Blood Tiger Lord's eyes, which were looking at Cheon Woojin, narrowed.

In fact, today was a day of guaranteed success. If the Emotionless Guest went crazy and gave up his head, it would be a great success, and even if not, since he could sow discord in the Martial Alliance, it would be a small success.

But, what was this feeling of defeat?

It was not sadness for losing the Yin Yang Elders. In the first place, those who had an intelligence lower than a five-year-old child were not very useful.

The Blood Tiger Lord, after contemplating for a mont, said.

"Are you sure you won't regret it?"

"For letting you live?"

"Even if a war between the demonic and the righteous does not break out, you have already committed too many sins against the Divine Cult. No matter who becos the Cult Leader, you will die. If it's going to be like that anyway, why not try sacrificing that pathetic life for the common people..."

Thwack-!

In an instant, the Blood Tiger Lord raised his arm and turned his head to the side. A small hole was pierced in the arm he had raised.

Although he would not be able to use one arm for a while, if he had not sacrificed his arm and slowed down the speed of the finger wind, his head would have been pierced.

"..."

The Blood Tiger Lord looked at the hole in his arm.

Black smoke was rising. Even though it was a body that had been trained for decades, the blood did not stop easily.

The energy contained in the finger wind was very strong and unique.

'Could it be the energy of the Dark Heavenly Son?'

It was already a clear fact that the Emotionless Guest was the disciple of the Black Master.

But, if this was really the energy of the Dark Heavenly Son...

Why did the young master of the Divine Cult have a very similar energy?

The Blood Tiger Lord thought that he should return to the Divine Cult as soon as possible. The problem now was not a war between the demonic and the righteous. Perhaps sothing much bigger was happening within the Divine Cult.

"I understand your answer well. I will leave now."

The Blood Tiger Lord, who had said so, turned his body. Of course, he raised his ki sense to the maximum and was wary of his back.

Although he had co in a carriage, he planned to return by performing his movent technique.

The Chief Strategist, who was looking at his back, said in a low voice.

"It was a good thing you didn't kill him. If you kill an envoy, you might regret it later."

For example, if a war broke out and they had to negotiate to exchange prisoners, the Demonic Cult side could bring up the story of killing the envoy and lead the conversation to their advantage.

Only then did the Chief Strategist relax. He had been very worried because he did not know how Cheon Woojin would act, but it had ended better than he had thought.

It was then.

The sound of sothing running at a trendous speed was heard from behind. The Chief Strategist was surprised and turned his head, and Cheon Woojin just moved his body to the side.

Soon, sothing passed between the two with a very fierce montum. It was so fast that the only one who had properly grasped its movent in this place was Cheon Woojin.

The Blood Tiger Lord also felt sothing running towards him. He instinctively raised his energy and turned his body.

By the ti he had turned around, that sothing had already flown and arrived in front of him. The opponent who had flown up was now gently pressing the Blood Tiger Lord's shoulder with his rough hand. His body beca as stiff as if it had been wrapped by a poisonous snake.

"...Y-you!"

A look of failure was present on the face of the Blood Tiger Lord, who had identified the opponent. Of all the many martial artists, why did it have to be this guy!

The Blood Tiger is the king among tigers. Even such a Blood Tiger would be defeated if he was careless, by a small poisonous snake passing by his feet.

The shoulder that had been pressed by the opponent's palm was already being eaten away by the poison ki and was lting.

He had to throw it away quickly before he was more severely affected. There was nothing to be gained by fighting this guy in close combat.

When he had thought so and had moved to remove the hand that was pressing on his shoulder. In an instant, his spine beca as cold as if ice had been placed on it.

Following that, he felt the cold touch of tal on his neck.

A large dagger was stuck in his neck.

Blood gushed out, and as the dagger was pulled out again, it burst out like a waterfall from the large hole that had been pierced.

"Y-you dare to... an envoy..."

"Die."

Without even listening to his words, he kicked him in the stomach and knocked him down.

The Blood Tiger Lord writhed on the ground and then died.

The man who had killed him looked at the scene with indifferent eyes and then turned his body.

His dark green, sinister pupils swept over the Martial Alliance mbers.

"You guys, how can you not step forward when your comrade of the Martial Alliance is being insulted in front of you?"

That cool voice and unique gaze.

Even those who did not know his face could clearly tell who was scolding them now.

There was only one person in the world who could kill a master of the Blood Tiger Lord's level in one blow and had pupils of a green deeper than vegetation.

The Poison King, Tang Myeonghak.

He was the Sichuan Tang family itself.

The Poison King scolded the Martial Alliance mbers with his unique venomous voice.

"If you can't even step forward in front of a guy like this, you'll probably piss your pants in front of the Demonic Cult Leader."

The Chief Strategist Sima Hui cried inwardly. He had thought it was a good thing that the Emotionless Guest had not killed the Blood Tiger Lord.

"...The Demonic Cult Leader is dead, sir."

"That guy is dead? Why?"

The Chief Strategist, while shedding tears in his heart, paid his respects to the Poison King.

"Poison King, sir, I sincerely congratulate you on your recovery."

He respectfully perford a fist-and-palm salute.

At that, the hundreds of Martial Alliance mbers gathered in the place also perford a fist-and-palm salute at once. This was the presence of a person who was called by the nickna of 'King' in the Orthodox Path martial world.

In the midst of that respect and awe, the Poison King walked towards Cheon Woojin. The Poison King, who had been looking at his face and whole body as if he were looking at a lover, suddenly said.

"Yes, I rember faintly. You're the guy who killed my son."

In an instant, the atmosphere in the hall sank.

Not only the Chief Strategist, but everyone was tense.

The Poison King's venomous and sinister personality was already famous. The Chief Strategist sent a look to the martial artists of the Martial Alliance. It ant to quickly take the Emotionless Guest and leave before sothing happened.

In the truly icy atmosphere.

The Poison King suddenly raised his hand. It was the hand that had rcilessly lted the Blood Tiger Lord's shoulder.

At that, everyone flinched. The one who had secretly received the Chief Strategist's order even took a step.

However, unlike their worries, the Poison King's hand landed gently on Cheon Woojin's shoulder.

"I am truly grateful. If it weren't for you, I would have lost both my son and daughter, and I myself would have lived as a simpleton and would have t a lonely death."

The action that followed was even more surprising.

The Poison King, who had said so, took two steps and perford a fist-and-palm salute to Cheon Woojin. It was a gratitude to the benefactor who had saved his and his daughter's lives.

No one, not even the Chief Strategist Sima Hui, had expected the Poison King to bow his head and thank a martial artist who was much younger than him.

Cheon Woojin also returned the fist-and-palm salute and bowed his head. The greeting he had given at the Tang family before was when the Poison King was half-sane, so he was finally able to properly fulfill the White Master's order.

"Cheon Woojin, the disciple of the White Flower Sword Immortal. On behalf of my master, I greet the Flower Rain of Sichuan."

"The Flower Rain of Sichuan. To think that you would even pass on that embarrassing nickna to your disciple."

A benevolent smile that did not suit his venomous face was drawn on the Poison King's face. His two eyes, which were looking at Cheon Woojin, were as gentle as if he were recalling soone he missed.

"Yes, let's go see the turtle-slow sword."

(End of Chapter)