The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance Chapter 173

A black line cut across the vast Sidalmok Basin.

The ten thousand demonic people and the five thousand Alliance mbers were all looking at that line.

"Only those who are prepared to die should cross? What's with that guy?"

A young demonic person at the head of the Demonic Cult's side, Yeo Won, said. He was the eldest son of the Yeo family, one of the six great families of the Demonic Cult, and was also the third young master of the Demonic Cult.

The Yeo family was the richest among the six great families. Moreover, since he was the eldest son born late, he had lived eating all sorts of spiritual dicines called treasures since he was young.

He had a trendous amount of internal energy, and with his status and martial power combined, there was no one who would raise their head stiffly in front of Yeo Won.

To such a Yeo Won, the current scene was quite impressive. To think that there was a martial artist of the sa age who exuded such a presence.

"Grand Elder, I asked who that guy was. I can feel his ki through the Dragon Scale Armor."

The Dragon Scale Armor was a treasure of the Demonic Cult, a precious armor that was said to block even a decent sword gang.

Nevertheless, his skin was tingling. To think that there was a martial artist of the sa age who filled this huge basin with such an overwhelming presence.

The Yeo family's grand elder, Yeo Hudon, answered in a low voice.

"That person is the Emotionless Guest."

In an instant, Yeo Won's gaze beca cold.

"So he's the one who killed my father and uncle."

"He is also the one that you, the third young master, must kill in this battle."

The young master who showed the most prominence through the war between the demonic and the righteous would get closer to the position of the young cult leader. In that process, cutting down the Emotionless Guest, the top master of the Orthodox Path of the sa age as the young masters, had a great aning.

Even apart from personal grudges, he had to be cut down.

"Are you saying I can cut that guy down?"

Yeo Won was arrogant and haughty, but he was not a fool. He clearly knew that the Emotionless Guest was a master of a higher level than himself.

The grand elder, Yeo Hudon, bowed his head.

"I will help you. I will risk this one life to make sure that you, the third young master, can cut down the Emotionless Guest."

Yeo Hudon had risked his life in this battle.

The wish of the deceased family head was to make Yeo Won the young cult leader. Since he was gone, he himself had to fulfill that dream.

The great wealth of the Yeo family now was created by the Yeo family's cult leader several generations ago. He had to enjoy that glory again and grow the family.

While the eldest son of the Yeo family and the grand elder were strengthening their will.

A man with a languid gait walked forward from the side. He was wearing a gorgeous silk robe that was not a martial arts uniform, even though he had co to the battlefield.

The grand elder's expression crumpled at the strong sll of alcohol.

Regardless, the man who had stepped forward looked at the grand elder with languid eyes and asked.

"Then should I kill the Alliance Leader?"

The Drunken Demon Sect Leader.

He was one of the Seven Demon Sect Leaders, the top masters of the current generation, excluding the cult leader and the vice-cult leader.

"I want to finish this quickly and go drink. Why on earth did they start this troubleso war? They're such pathetic young masters, aren't they?"

"Drunken Demon Sect Leader! Watch your words!"

The Seven Demon Sects only followed the orders of the cult leader.

Therefore, even the grand elder of the Yeo family spoke to him with respect.

The Drunken Demon Sect Leader narrowed his eyes and looked at Yeo Won's face, and then said as if he had just recognized him.

"Ah, the third young master was here. I'm sorry."

"..."

Yeo Won could not say anything and shut his mouth.

The grand elder, Yeo Hudon, also did not rebuke him any further. In any case, since this battle would be difficult without the Drunken Demon Sect Leader.

"Anyway, let's finish this quickly."

The Drunken Demon Sect Leader, who had said so, drank up the liquor bottle hanging from his waist and then threw it away roughly.

In the silence, the sound of the liquor bottle rolling on the ground was unusually loud.

Everyone's gaze in the hall turned to the Drunken Demon Sect Leader. Even with the gazes of over fifteen thousand martial artists on him, the Drunken Demon Sect Leader did not feel any pressure and just walked forward.

He got closer to the black line that Cheon Woojin had drawn.

The grand elder, who was watching this with a nervous face, said in a low voice.

"Third Young Master, please go first."

"Why? The Drunken Demon Sect Leader said he would take care of it."

The grand elder's expression crumpled. What a foolish young master.

"The Alliance Leader started it on that side. Naturally, on this side, it is not the Drunken Demon Sect Leader, but you, the third young master who will beco the young cult leader in the future, who should respond. There are ten thousand demonic people in this place. The victory of this battle is important, but it is no less important to imprint the presence of the third young master on the demonic people."

"Ah! I see."

Only then did the third young master, Yeo Won, nod.

He then stepped forward and drew his sword.

The gloomy sound drew people's attention. The sword that the third young master had drawn had a sinister red color, and there was sothing about it that made the viewers feel uneasy.

"Ten thousand demonic people, listen!"

Yeo Won suddenly let out a lion's roar.

Thanks to having eaten countless treasures of the world, his internal energy was enormous for his age. The voice shook the wide basin.

The morale of the demonic people, which had been sowhat down due to the ki of the Alliance Leader and Cheon Woojin, was rising again.

But, the Drunken Demon Sect Leader, ignoring Yeo Won's lion's roar, just continued to walk.

That sight happened to catch Yeo Won's eye.

"Drunken Demon Sect Leader! I have not given the order yet!"

The grand elder next to him closed his eyes tightly.

No, the Drunken Demon Sect Leader was by no ans under the third young master right now. He could just ignore him and do his own thing.

Now, his motivation was too excessive. This foolish third young master had no middle ground.

But the third young master was completely drunk. On himself, who was wielding ten thousand demonic people, on himself, who was even commanding the Seven Demon Sects, on himself, who would beco the cult leader in the future and stand at the pinnacle of a hundred thousand demonic heads.

At that shout, the Drunken Demon Sect Leader turned around slightly.

He then muttered sothing to himself. Since the distance was quite far and he did not put any internal energy into it, his voice was not heard.

However, his lip shape was clear.

- What's this idiot saying?

Then he started walking towards the front line again.

If this continued, the Drunken Demon Sect Leader would announce the start of the war between the demonic and the righteous. The anxious grand elder demanded that the third young master do sothing.

It was then.

The sword held by the third young master emitted an even redder light. A sinister and ominous energy was emitted in all directions, as if it had been dipped in and taken out of blood.

This was also a divine object of the Demonic Cult, the Demonic Sword.

It beca enormously strong as it drank blood. He had fed it the blood of a hundred people right before coming out to this battle.

Of course, those hundred people were ordinary common people living in the outer court of the Demonic Cult. In any case, since this battle was for the Demonic Cult, they would have considered their own deaths an honor.

The third young master, Yeo Won, truly believed so.

"Die!"

Yeo Won swung the Demonic Sword.

A huge crimson sword gang that he could never have produced with his own realm rushed in.

The grand elder who saw this was horrified.

"T-to the Drunken Demon Sect Leader!"

The huge sword gang flew towards the back of the Drunken Demon Sect Leader's head.

The Drunken Demon Sect Leader ducked his head without even looking back.

The sword gang that had grazed past his head then struck the cliff where the Alliance mbers were standing.

The cliff collapsed. As a result, the third young master had opened the start of this war.

The Martial Alliance mbers slid down the collapsing cliff, each emitting their fighting spirit and killing intent. Among them, the Bukli Cheon Alliance Leader's lion's roar erupted.

"Martial Alliance, punish the evil!"

Soon, with a huge shout, the fifteen thousand martial artists from both sides clashed.

The air tingled due to the energy they were emitting.

The sound of swords clashing and soone's death throes began to erupt from here and there.

The battle of the martial artists did not last long. Within an hour, half of the people on this battlefield would be dead.

Yeo Won, who was looking around the battlefield, asked with a satisfied face.

"Grand Elder, how was I just now?"

"...It was good."

"Hahahaha!"

Yeo Won let out a hearty laugh. More than ten thousand demonic people were fighting under his command. He had never known that standing above soone and giving an absolute order would be so thrilling.

The desire to beco the young cult leader at all costs welled up.

It was then.

"Third Young Master, did you just attack ?"

The Drunken Demon Sect Leader suddenly appeared. He was looking at Yeo Won with his usual languid eyes.

At the sa ti, the grand elder drew his sword and stood between the two. If the Drunken Demon Sect Leader really made up his mind, it would be no trouble to cut down the third young master.

Unlike the grand elder's tension, Yeo Won asked calmly.

"Do you dare to challenge the third young master of this cult?"

The grand elder closed his eyes tightly again.

The deceased family head had raised this brat too leniently.

There were tis when a brat of this kind needed to be hit a little to co to his senses, but the situation was not good. If he was hit by the Drunken Demon Sect Leader, he would die before he ca to his senses.

As expected, the Drunken Demon Sect Leader said with a thick smile.

"Young Master, the cult leader is dead, so are you going to follow him?"

"..."

Yeo Won could not say anything. When he faced the Drunken Demon Sect Leader's killing intent right in front of him, he realized his mistake.

At that ti, the grand elder made an excuse instead.

"Drunken Demon Sect Leader, that was the third young master's mistake. As you know, the Demonic Sword is a very sinister divine object, so it was difficult to handle properly."

"I also have a hard ti handling my temper, so should I check it out?"

The grand elder urgently sent a telepathic ssage to the third young master, telling him to apologize. In any case, the Drunken Demon Sect Leader was one of the top masters in the current Demonic Cult, where the cult leader was absent.

"...da."

"What?"

As the third young master mumbled his words, the Drunken Demon Sect Leader tilted his head. After contemplating for a mont, he extended his hand as if to pull out the third young master's neck, and only then did the third young master correct his pronunciation.

"...Sowwy."

The Drunken Demon Sect Leader looked at the scene pathetically. To think that such a guy was the third young master of the Demonic Cult. Our Demonic Cult is also at its end. He thought so.

If a guy like that Emotionless Guest had been a young master, he would have dread of a world ruled by the demonic path with him, who would beco the new cult leader, as in the past.

Although the Drunken Demon Sect Leader was always carefree, seeing the third young master's foolish appearance made him feel that the years were fleeting.

"Young Master, be grateful to that Alliance Leader over there."

"What does that..."

At the sa ti, the Drunken Demon Sect Leader turned his body and drew his sword.

He blocked the Alliance Leader's single sword with a trendous sword drawing technique. The grand elder and the third young master had not even noticed the Alliance Leader rushing in. It was a mont when the gap between the Drunken Demon Sect Leader and them was felt.

The two swords trembled finely, trying to withstand each other's strength.

However, the Drunken Demon Sect Leader's smile had sowhat disappeared, and Bukli Cheon was completely at ease.

"So the high and mighty trash of the Demonic Cult were all gathered here. A good thing."

"White Egret Sword Saint, I heard that you have a deep knowledge of the way of drinking, so why don't we just slip out and go drink?"

The Drunken Demon Sect Leader proposed. Since he was not fully drunk yet, he intended to buy so ti. He was learning a martial art that beca stronger as he got drunk.

The Bukli Cheon Alliance Leader smirked.

"Hahaha, if you had co before the war started, I might have thought about it a little."

"A pity."

"There's no need to be so pitiful. I would have thought about it for a bit and then killed you."

Soon, the Drunken Demon Sect Leader and the Alliance Leader chaotically mixed their swords. The Drunken Demon Sect Leader felt it was quite overwhelming to receive the Alliance Leader's sword, but nevertheless, he gradually increased the distance from the third young master.

If the young master died at the hands of the Alliance Leader as soon as the war started, it would be a great disgrace.

'I should have killed him myself.'

The Drunken Demon Sect Leader regretted not having killed the third young master quickly.

And so, the grand elder, who was looking at the retreating Drunken Demon Sect Leader and the Alliance Leader, said.

"Still, since the Drunken Demon Sect Leader has taken the Alliance Leader with him, we should find the Emotionless Guest and..."

In an instant, the grand elder's words trailed off.

The third young master's face was flushed with anger and humiliation.

'Huh, to think that he would be so shaken by just apologizing to the Seven Demon Sect Leader!'

At that ti, the Demonic Sword resonated with an ominous sound.

"Third Young Master! Get a hold of yourself! Have you forgotten that the Demonic Sword is a sinister sword that tries to swallow its master when the master's heart weakens!"

"The Emotionless Guest, where is the Emotionless Guest? I must make up for this mistake by killing him."

The third young master's voice was low on the ground. A sinister tallic sound was mixed in his voice, and it seed that he had already lost half of his control to the Demonic Sword.

The grand elder worried for a mont and then nodded.

Yes, it's actually a good thing.

In any case, to face the Emotionless Guest, the third young master and he had to risk their lives. It might be better to borrow the power of the Demonic Sword.

The grand elder, who had thought so, firmly held his sword and scanned the battlefield.

But, he could not see the Emotionless Guest.

Bang-!

At that ti, the sound of sothing exploding was heard.

It was similar to the sound of smashing a waterlon with a club while sitting on a sumr porch.

"What is it?"

The grand elder looked in the direction where the sound had co from.

Soon, that strange sound erupted in succession.

Even the sound was getting closer.

In an instant, the grand elder hurriedly poured out his sword gang.

A single iron staff flew in and shattered the grand elder's sword. A sword that was thickly covered in sword gang.

"...What is this?"

The grand elder swallowed hard. What was more surprising than the sword being broken was.

There was not a single demonic person between the Emotionless Guest, who was standing far away and looking at this side dryly, and himself.

The iron staff had flown in a straight line, pierced through and killed hundreds of demonic people. And yet, it still had enough power to smash a sword covered in sword gang.

'Wh-what kind of monster is this...'

There was not even ti to be surprised.

In an instant, the Emotionless Guest's figure disappeared as if it had sunk into the ground. Soon, the figure that appeared was between the grand elder and the third young master.

The two who turned around with greatly surprised eyes.

Between them, Cheon Woojin calmly picked up his Crescent Moon Staff and said.

"I heard you were looking for ."

(End of Chapter)