The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance Chapter 175

"The Third Young Master has died at the hands of the Emotionless Guest!"

It was the Demonic Cult's side that broke the silence first.

Starting with soone's shout, a commotion arose.

To them, the Cult Leader was a god. Therefore, the young masters were also successors who could perhaps beco gods.

The shock was imnse.

To think that a young master of the Demonic Cult had died at the hands of a martial artist who was barely over twenty, not even the Alliance Leader of the Martial Alliance. Moreover, the Third Young Master was famous for possessing the most divine objects of the Demonic Cult.

Hadn't the crimson sword qi from the divine object, the Demonic Sword, road the battlefield right after the battle began?

Like a ripple spreading in a lake, the demonic people's agitation spread in an instant. In the anti, the news that the grand elder of the Yeo family had also died was known.

"The Drunken Demon Sect Leader is!"

The basin was wide, and the demonic people were many.

Naturally, not everyone could see the Drunken Demon Sect Leader.

Since he was not visible, soone uttered the doubt that he might already be dead. The doubt, passing through the mouths of others, turned into a fact.

"The Drunken Demon Sect Leader has also passed away!"

The morale of the demonic people plumted to the ground. The leaders who were leading them had all died not long after the battle had begun.

Of course, the Drunken Demon Sect Leader, who was still alive and breathing, was dumbfounded. It was absurd that the Third Young Master had already died, but the sight of the demonic people, who were supposed to have learned demonic arts, being so easily agitated was even more absurd.

"Halt! What a shaful act in front of the Martial Alliance guys! If you are truly followers of the Divine Cult, shut your worthless mouths and move!"

The Drunken Demon Sect Leader's lion's roar echoed throughout the basin. In any case, his internal energy, as one of the top masters of the Demonic Cult, reawakened the minds of the demonic people.

Thanks to that, the battle, which had been in a lull for a while, resud.

The Drunken Demon Sect Leader, who was looking at the scene, sighed. He had never had such a shaful day in his life.

"Hey, Alliance Leader. Kids these days are like this. It wasn't like this when the Cult Leader was in his pri and I was by his side. No matter how strong an enemy we t, the fight was always enjoyable. But do you know what's really scary?"

Although the Alliance Leader did not respond, the Drunken Demon Sect Leader continued to talk to himself as if he were getting drunk.

"The fact that I also montarily lost my will to fight when I saw the Third Young Master hanging on the cliff like that. The world has changed. We have grown old. The Alliance Leader and I should now go to the back room. Won't you go to the back room with and drink?"

The Alliance Leader just smirked.

It was a more certain answer than any words.

"Yes, I see. It seems you, Alliance Leader, are not yet willing to be pushed to the back room. Do you like fighting that much?"

Saying so, the Drunken Demon Sect Leader pushed off the ground. His figure disappeared as if it had sunk into the ground, and then he suddenly appeared in front of the Alliance Leader.

The Drunken Demon Sect Leader, who had shown a formidable movent technique as if it were nothing, swung his sword. It was a free and carefree sword strike, like the rampage of a drunkard in front of a tavern.

But the Alliance Leader was not careless. A rather profound mystery was contained in the Drunken Demon Sect Leader's such sword strike. Although there were no particular moves, every trajectory of the sword was drawn without any waste.

The Alliance Leader calmly received the sword strikes. Although it was not as flashy as the Drunken Demon Sect Leader's, it had a loftiness that did not lose its weight.

The Drunken Demon Sect Leader had not smiled much since the fight had begun. He was originally a man who did not lose his smile in any situation. When he was sad or angry, he would rather laugh more.

But, seeing the faint smile of the Alliance Leader who was exchanging sword strikes, he could not do so.

"...Alliance Leader, you. Do you know you're like a madman?"

"What about ?"

"Is it okay for an Alliance Leader to feel joy in a war?"

The Drunken Demon Sect Leader clicked his tongue. As the fight continued, the Beili Tian Alliance Leader's smile was getting deeper and deeper. It was not a smile that was intentionally and artificially made like his own. It was full of sincerity, as if it had been drawn up from his dantian.

By the ti ten strikes had beco a hundred, and a hundred had beco a thousand, the Drunken Demon Sect Leader realized.

'Did he want to fight that much?'

A person who had found a well in the desert would have just such a smile. The Drunken Demon Sect Leader, as a person who was closest to the Cult Leader, knew well the sorrow of a leader. The Alliance Leader had been endlessly craving a fight. He was also a martial artist before he was an Alliance Leader.

Facing such true madness, he did not feel like smiling. The Drunken Demon Sect Leader, rarely, faced the fight with a straight face. Since he was not excited, he did not seem to get drunk well either.

When two thousand strikes had passed, the Drunken Demon Sect Leader realized again.

'Cult Leader, I think I'll be seeing you soon.'

The fa of the White Egret Sword Saint was by no ans an exaggeration.

The Alliance Leader, while facing him, was pouring out his sword ki in all directions from ti to ti. The huge white sword ki, like his nickna, looked like a single white egret flying.

What was truly surprising was that the white egret was killing only the demonic people. For so reason, the Martial Alliance mbers who were engulfed in the sword ki were fine. It was proof that the Alliance Leader's understanding of the sword ki had truly reached the heavens.

When two thousand five hundred strikes had passed, the Drunken Demon Sect Leader's sword slowed down.

He increased the distance for a mont and panted.

"In all my life, I have never seen a martial artist as skilled with the sword as you, Alliance Leader. Even if the Cult Leader were alive, he would not have been a match for you in terms of the sword."

Although he was dead, there were few in the Demonic Cult who could say such a thing to the Cult Leader. It was possible because the Drunken Demon Sect Leader had spent his pri years by his side.

"Alliance Leader, why don't you just take the Sword King's nickna? In my opinion, the real Sword King is you."

The nickna 'Sword King' was usually given to the best swordsman of the ti. Of course, in the current generation, they were on the sa level as the Three Great Swordsn of the Orthodox Path, but the symbolism that the nickna 'Sword King' gave was certainly there.

At the Drunken Demon Sect Leader's proposal, the Beili Tian Alliance Leader smirked.

Take the Sword King's nickna?

He had thought about it in his youth, but now it was not even worth considering.

"The Orthodox Path is a place where everyone is happy. I am content with the position of the Alliance Leader. If one guy takes everything, won't the other guys be sad?"

"Hoho, that's a very good world. Should I also join the Orthodox Path? Would it be okay to surrender? Actually, I don't like fighting much. If I can just lie down in my room and drink all day, that would be paradise for ."

The Drunken Demon Sect Leader let out a good-natured laugh. It was a smile that made it seem as if, if he were to be taken in, he would really not hold a sword again and would just drink alone until he grew old and died.

However, the Alliance Leader knew.

"I have reviewed the information on the Seven Demon Sect Leaders before coming. Your record, Drunken Demon Sect Leader, was the shortest."

"That's disappointing."

"Don't worry. Although it was the shortest, it was the most intense."

- Drunken Demon Sect Leader, a madman who slaughtered one thousand eight hundred people.

The current Drunken Demon Sect Leader seed like a pretty decent person. His tone rarely lost its politeness, and his smile was benevolent.

But his past was not like that. The number of people who had died at his hands was not ten, not a hundred, but over a thousand.

He did not distinguish between the righteous, the evil, and the demonic. He would have a drink with all sorts of people, smiling a normal and nice smile like now.

The only person who had not died after drinking with him was the Cult Leader. According to rumors, even the other Seven Demon Sect Leaders were reluctant to drink with him.

The reason he had killed people at a drinking party was also simple.

It was for reasons such as leaving the table first, refusing a drink because they were too drunk, or receiving a drink with one hand, which violated the trivial rules of drinking etiquette.

The officials who were particularly disliked by the new Alliance mbers were also similar. If you forced your own etiquette on others at a drinking party, you were bound to be cursed.

"I don't drink with old-fashioned people."

"Old-fashioned? What's that? You use difficult words because you're an educated person."

The Alliance Leader answered with his sword instead of words. This was as far as he would go with the Demonic Cult guy. The thirst for a fight that he had suppressed for years had also been quenched to so extent.

The pure white, huge sword gang that poured out from his divine sword drew the shape of a white egret and rushed in. The Drunken Demon Sect Leader, who had been about to pour out his sword gang in response, soon withdrew his sword.

He realized it instinctively. That no matter what ultimate technique he perford, he could not block or avoid that ridiculous white egret.

'I regret it.'

It was not the evil deeds he had committed all his life, or the training he had neglected a little. He regretted not having drunk up his cherished liquor before coming out to this battle.

"It was expensive."

That was the Drunken Demon Sect Leader's last words. Soon, his figure, engulfed in the pure white sword gang, scattered into the air. And yet, the sword gang did not lose its power and slaughtered dozens more demonic people before disappearing.

The Alliance Leader spread his ki sense wide and surveyed the battlefield. The battle was taking place quite fiercely. Since he had killed all the masters of the Demonic Cult's side, there was only one thing left to do.

"I need to wrap up the battle quickly."

Victory was certain.

What was left was to minimize the damage.

Masters like himself had to run wild as much as possible to save even one more subordinate.

When he thought so and gripped his sword.

A huge roar erupted. The Alliance Leader hurriedly turned his head and saw people flying in the sky. To be precise, they were caught in a white whirlwind and were floating in the air.

The whirlwind was tearing hundreds of demonic people apart alive in the air. The demonic people who had encountered that disaster could not even scream and were scattered in the air.

It seed that Cheon Woojin had also had the sa thought as the Alliance Leader. Since he had killed all the leaders, he would show an overwhelming scene to make the demonic people's fighting spirit fall to the ground.

Looking at the whirlwind that was grinding the demonic people alive, the Alliance Leader had a moved expression, as if he were facing a very beautiful scenery.

"To think that I would see that sight again before I die."

A white whirlwind that shook the battlefield with its overwhelming ki.

It was the Crane Wing Crushing Heaven, the ultimate technique of the White Flower Sword Immortal.

As the na, which ant a wing flap that crushed the heavens, suggested, there was nothing in the world that could withstand that whirlwind.

When the White Flower Sword Immortal, a rare hero, first ca out to the martial world and perford that ultimate technique, it was said that not only the Demonic Cult and the Unorthodox Path, but also the Orthodox Path had made a fuss, calling it a sorcery.

Beili Tian thought that he would have done the sa.

A person flying in the sky, flesh being torn, bones being crushed, the entire body being scattered, and even the blood evaporating...

"Huh, it's truly beautiful."

The Beili Tian Alliance Leader said with an appreciative eye. At that, an Alliance mber who happened to be passing by flinched.

'Crazy, he says that's beautiful?'

As expected, not just anyone could be an Alliance Leader.

An ordinary mind could not handle that position.

Regardless, the Alliance Leader really nodded as if his heart were overflowing with sothing.

"I can't retreat to the back room yet either. Even if I pass it on to you soday, it's not yet!"

The Alliance Leader began to produce white egrets again.

For the demonic people, who were already in a hellscape, it was truly the beginning of a nightmare.

(End of Chapter)