The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance Chapter 179

The battle was practically over.

Even with four of them attacking, they could not handle one Cheon Woojin. Two of them had died. What remained were the master of the North Sea and his brother.

"Palace Lord, it seems our journey ends here. It was a pleasure to walk with you, Palace Lord, all this ti."

The eldest of the Three Colds of the North Sea, and the younger brother of the Ice Palace Lord, bowed his head and greeted him. Having lived as a martial artist for over seventy years, he was not particularly afraid of death.

However, one thing.

"Can we beco gray wolves?"

It was a legend passed down in the Ice Palace.

It was said that a warrior who had lived bravely in life would be blessed to beco a gray wolf after death and run through the North Sea to their heart's content for all eternity.

The Ice Palace Lord nodded.

"I don't know about myself, but there's no reason why you can't."

Although he was the Palace Lord, he had lived his whole life in fear.

As a child, he was afraid of the evil god called the Dark Heavenly Son, as a young man, he was afraid of the Black Master and the White Flower Sword Immortal, and in his later years, he was afraid of the Demonic Cult, the Martial Alliance, and the Black Plaque Star.

How could such a person beco a gray wolf?

"However, you must beco one. I will take on that guy. You take on the other two. Since you were the one who always told to go to the Central Plains and fight. I'm glad I can at least grant your wish now."

The Ice Palace Lord said he would face Cheon Woojin.

His younger brother had a separate opponent. The two masters who had descended onto the battlefield. It was the Poison King and the Beggar Lord. Seeing that the Beggar Lord was taking care of the tired ones, it seed that the Poison King would take on the battle.

Although he said he would face the younger one, he was not ashad at all. In the Palace Lord's eyes, the martial prowess of that young man was much higher than the Poison King's.

The Palace Lord and the elder's eyes t.

They nodded to each other. It was the last greeting of two n who had walked together for seventy years.

The elder rushed towards the Poison King. He was glad that he could at least fight to his heart's content and die at the last mont.

The Ice Palace Lord, who had taken his eyes off the fight, looked at Cheon Woojin.

The figure approaching him.

There was no tension at all. Nevertheless, there was not a single bit of carelessness. It was impossible for him to show any openings, and he did not even dare to attempt a mutual destruction.

It was a natural thing.

"I knew you would be alive and not dead."

The Ice Palace Lord looked straight at Cheon Woojin with his unique blue eyes. His eyes seed to be staring deep into Cheon Woojin's inner self, not his outer appearance.

Cheon Woojin, rarely, frowned.

"You're talking nonsense again. The Dark Heavenly Son is dead."

"Heh heh, is that really so?"

Cheon Woojin thought there was no need to exchange any more words.

Soon, Cheon Woojin's figure disappeared as if it had sunk into the ground.

The Ice Palace Lord's pupils moved calmly. Even with his blue eyes that pierced through the essence of all things, it was difficult to follow Cheon Woojin's movents.

Soon, the Ice Palace Lord swung his North Sea Ice Sword to the right.

It collided with the Crescent Moon Staff that had rushed in from the side.

The Ice Palace Lord's eyes narrowed. A terrible pain arose in the wrist that was holding the sword.

Even if he covered his entire body with strong ki, he could not do anything about the old bones and joints in his body. It was the sorrow of an old master who had not achieved rejuvenation.

Of course, there was no reason for Cheon Woojin to consider this. He continuously swung his Crescent Moon Staff and pressed the Ice Palace Lord. Every ti the two's staff and sword collided, the trembling of the Ice Palace Lord's wrist was getting worse.

One step, two steps, three steps.

The Ice Palace Lord, who was continuously being pushed back, took advantage of the short gap between attacks and switched his sword to his left hand.

'A little more, just a little more...'

Even though he could never win, the reason he was enduring this terrible pain and holding on was one. It was because the battle between his younger brother and the Poison King had not yet ended.

And so, even the left hand he had switched to beca tattered, and the North Sea Ice Sword, which had boasted a pale blue luster like ice, was losing its sharpness.

Soon, the sound of flesh being torn erupted.

It was a sound that ca from the elder, not the Ice Palace Lord.

With the Poison King's dagger stuck in his neck, he closed his eyes with a very satisfied face, without a single scream.

Only then was the Ice Palace Lord relieved.

In an instant, he increased the distance from Cheon Woojin and held his sword with his right hand. He lowered his stance slightly and pointed the tip of his sword to the sky.

He was preparing his last move.

Soon, the north wind that blew from the north wrapped around his entire body. A white snowstorm arose, and winter was coming, centered on him.

Cheon Woojin also knew that the Ice Palace Lord was preparing his final ultimate technique. He waited for a mont. It was not a favor or a consideration. It was just because he was curious about the ultimate technique that the master of the Ice Palace would perform.

"Ten Thousand Year Snow Cold."

The Ice Palace Lord deliberately recited the na of the move.

Perhaps he wanted to properly show the ultimate technique of the Ice Palace to everyone in the hall.

In an instant, the snowstorms that had blown from here and there covered the world in white. In the center of it, a single ice sword emitted a clear light.

It was undoubtedly winter. It was also a marvelous sight of a single human creating a season.

Cheon Woojin protected his entire body with his ki. Nevertheless, the cold qi penetrated and made his bones and flesh ache. It was a rather surprising phenonon, as Cheon Woojin had already reached the realm of being immune to heat and cold.

- Woojin, if your opponent shows their sincerity, it is a courtesy for you to also face them with sincerity. Even if they are an evil person.

It was the teaching of the White Master, and the Black Master had also agreed. Although they were two people with very different values, they were both true martial artists without any shortcomings.

Cheon Woojin decided to follow their will.

Rather, he relaxed his posture and let his Crescent Moon Staff hang down.

He just stood comfortably and stared at the North Sea Ice Palace Lord.

Soon, a dark ki began to rise from Cheon Woojin's entire body like a haze. The dark ki slowly encroached on the surroundings, and its speed gradually increased.

It did not take long for the whole world to be covered in dark ki.

The Dark Heavenly Son and the Black Master's ultimate technique, the Dark Heaven World.

The gathering dark clouds covered the sun.

The vegetation withered and rotted.

The earth, having lost its moisture, cracked.

A ki filled with death was encroaching on the heavens and the earth.

Soon, when a black full moon unrealistically rose in that sky.

Under the full moon of the dark heaven, the cold qi that the Ice Palace Lord had spread in all directions lost its power and lted. The snow had lted, but there was no spring. What had co was just a dark darkness.

"Huh..."

The respected mbers of the Orthodox Path who were watching this also let out long sighs. The concept of death was deeply engraved in their senses. It was because they were people who had fought all their lives.

Their senses made them feel the death that was now filling this world. It was to the point where they had the illusion that the whole world was dying.

"Let's avoid it."

The Beggar Lord said so, and everyone nodded.

They were about to retreat because of the very dangerous feeling, but they saw two young n who were in a state of selflessness.

It was Jin Yun and Song Yiyeon.

"This is."

With a low sigh, the Beggar Lord and the Poison King stood in front of them. They did not know what would happen, but they prepared for the worst.

At that ti, Cheon Woojin finally took a step.

A single step, neither large nor small.

At that, the Ice Palace Lord fell to his knees with a thud. As if an invisible sothing was crushing his entire body.

Every ti Cheon Woojin took a step, blood gushed from the Ice Palace Lord's mouth. However, it was not only the Ice Palace Lord who was bleeding.

A stream of blood flowed from the corner of Cheon Woojin's mouth.

The ultimate technique of the Dark Heavenly Son, who was called the number one in the world, was this difficult to handle.

Soon, when Cheon Woojin stood in front of him.

The Ice Palace Lord looked up at Cheon Woojin, bleeding dark blood from his eyes, nose, and mouth. His blue eyes had already lost their vitality and had turned cloudy.

"Dark Heavenly Son! You bastard, Dark Heavenly Son!!"

The Ice Palace Lord scread with all his might.

He had a seizure, as if he had seen a ghost.

Cheon Woojin looked down at such an Ice Palace Lord with a calm face and said in a low voice.

"Nonsense."

After dismissing it with a single word, he lightly dropped his Crescent Moon Staff.

It was significantly slower than the speed at which Cheon Woojin usually swung.

But the Ice Palace Lord was terrified. His whole body was trembling. In his eyes, what was falling towards him was not a single iron staff. A huge black full moon that was large enough to cover the sky was falling down whole.

Soon, the mont the Crescent Moon Staff lightly touched the Ice Palace Lord's head.

The energy of death that had encroached on the world gathered into a single point in an instant. The energy wrapped around the Ice Palace Lord. He struggled, emitting cold qi in all directions to live.

"Keu, keuaaaak!"

But even his screams were gradually swallowed by that black energy and were heard muffled. Soon, when that energy that had dyed the whole world with death had completely covered the Ice Palace Lord.

"The Dark Heavenly Son has returned...!"

His words were not finished.

The energy scattered with the Ice Palace Lord.

The dark clouds cleared, and the sunlight shone again.

What was left were the traces of death, such as the withered vegetation and the cracked ground.

In this place where the dark ki had disappeared, rain would suddenly fall, moisten the ground, and grass would grow again.

Just like the current martial world.

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The battle was a complete victory.

But a strange silence continued for a long ti.

The respected mbers of the Orthodox Path martial world looked at each other. A very complicated emotion was passing between them.

The Dark Heavenly Son.

The weight that the na gave was like that.

Also, since it was the last words of the Ice Palace Lord, who possessed the blue eyes that pierced through the essence of all things, it was felt even more heavily.

It was the Poison King who broke the long silence first.

"Wudang Sword Immortal, Beggar Lord, Mount Hua and Jongnam..."

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He suddenly began to call them out one by one.

Everyone had a bewildered expression.

Soon, the Poison King's words continued.

"If that senile old man's nonsense spreads sowhere, I will kill all four of you, putting the na of the Poison King on the line. It doesn't matter who spread it. I will definitely kill you all. So, watch your mouths."

Gratitude is doubled, and grudges are tenfold.

It was a phrase that the people of the Tang family took as their life's guide.

The Poison King considered Cheon Woojin a benefactor. He did not want his benefactor to be in trouble because of unnecessary rumors.

"K-keuheum!"

The others were greatly flustered. Especially the sect leader of the Jongnam Sect, who had thought that he should inform the Alliance Leader and the Chief Strategist of this matter.

The Poison King was not worried about the sect leader of Jongnam.

Since he was a small-minded person, if he was threatened to this extent, he would be a petty person who would not even take a sip of alcohol for the rest of his life, for fear that he might make a slip of the tongue.

The problem was sothing else.

The Poison King looked at the Beggar Lord intently.

At that, the Beggar Lord scratched his head awkwardly.

"Hoho, why are you looking at like that? I'm not that kind of person. I also like Woojin."

"Be especially careful, you beggar."

The Poison King thought that he would have to keep an eye on that beggar for a while.

What did the largest information organization in the Central Plains an? It ant that they were the ones with the lightest mouths in the Central Plains. Regardless of the facts, the Poison King's evaluation was like that.

At that ti, Cheon Woojin approached.

The respected mbers each celebrated the victory with an awkward smile.

Regardless, Cheon Woojin was concerned about sothing else. He said to the adults of the Orthodox Path with a very serious face.

"Please be quiet. The young masters' enlightennt will be scattered."

"Uh..."

The Wudang Sword Immortal, one of the Three Great Swordsn of the Orthodox Path.

The Poison King, who was called the patriarch of poison.

The Beggar Lord, the pinnacle of a hundred thousand beggars.

The sect leaders of the Mount Hua sect and the Jongnam Sect of the Nine Sects.

Those who received the most precious treatnt wherever they went, let out a dry cough and watched Cheon Woojin's expression.

- Is it right for us, at this age, to be watching the expression of a young brat and not even be able to speak?

- Then why don't you, senior, have a go with Woojin?

- I'm just saying, just saying.

They did not even use telepathy, but just talked with their eyes. It was because they thought that Cheon Woojin would sohow hear even a telepathic ssage.

Cheon Woojin told them to go back first.

Of course, they could not do that.

If they left the young ones on the battlefield and returned to the Alliance laughing, how ridiculous and shaful would that be?

And so, after half an hour of awkwardness.

Song Yiyeon and Jin Yun awoke from their state of selflessness, and after a flash of light in their eyes, they were able to return to the Martial Alliance.

(End of Chapter)