Swordless Demonic Path

Jin Sa-wol said in an indifferent voice.

"I am Jeok Mu-yeong, the son of Jeok Sa-yeong."

"What?"

Steward Yang's white eyes widened.

But it was only for a moment, and Steward Yang revealed a thick killing intent.

"You're a madman. The Cult Leader's son is dead. All the children in the Cult are dead."

Jin Sa-wol contemplated whether to kill Steward Yang or not. He had no good memories of anyone from the esoteric sect.

Steward Yang was just a scarecrow of the Cult Leader, and nothing more.

"That's right. Jeok Mu-yeong died a long time ago. Now I am Jin Sa-wol."

Steward Yang's whites of his eyes twitched.

Jeok Sa-yeong, Jeok Mu-yeong. There were not many people under the sky who knew that name. At best, there would be five or six?

And most of them were here.

Moreover, didn't he even know Bae Chun-sam's name?

Steward Yang trembled his shoulders slightly.

'That's right. No one saw the young lord's corpse.'

He didn't know if the guy in front of him was the real Jeok Mu-yeong or not, but at least there was a fifty percent chance. Of course, he had no intention of admitting it.

"Did you say Jin Sa-wol? How could you get in here?"

"How did Steward Yang live? On the day I, no, the young lord died, the Martial Alliance, the Demonic Cult, and even the Ice Palace flocked."

He even knows that?

Steward Yang continued the conversation with a heavy face.

"I guarded the secret warehouse that day by the Cult Leader's order. I activated the mechanism and guarded the front. If someone appeared, I had to collapse the secret warehouse. But no one came for half a year."

"Half a year?"

"I waited. Continuously... But a guy who impersonated the Cult Leader appeared. But I acknowledged him. It was a job that someone had to do, and no matter who became the Cult Leader, my job would not change."

Steward Yang finished his words and straightened his back.

Thump!

The sound of his bones shifting was heard, and his height changed to that of a normal person. Immediately after, his limbs stretched out with a 'thump'.

Steward Yang moved his neck from side to side and smiled.

"It's been a long time since I've moved my body, so it's hard."

Clatter! Thump!

The sound of his limbs and even his fingers shifting echoed. As his skin began to turn blue, Jin Sa-wol showed interest.

Jin Sa-wol looked at Steward Yang's fingernails, which had turned black. His fingernails, which looked like sharp teeth, were unusual.

"Is it the Blue Dragon Body and the Demonic Dragon Claw?"

"That's right. It's the Five Dragon Demonic Art, the pride of our Cult."

"It's not the pride of the esoteric sect, but the pride of the Demonic Cult. Isn't it the demonic art of the Six Families of the Demonic Cult?"

"Those bastards stole the secret manual of our Cult!"

Steward Yang shouted loudly. His angry white eyes glared at Jin Sa-wol.

"The esoteric sect originally came from the Demonic Cult, so is there a reason for the Demonic Cult to steal the secret manual? The esoteric sect stole the secret manual of the Demonic Cult. That's the reason for its annihilation."

Jin Sa-wol's words were true.

Steward Yang sneered.

"Hehe! Originally, everything in the world is stolen and stolen. If it comes into my hands, the owner is me. Since there's no time, I'll have to pull out that three-inch tongue of yours first!"

Whoosh!

Steward Yang extended his right hand towards Jin Sa-wol without hesitation.

Jin Sa-wol noticed that Steward Yang's Five Dragon Demonic Art was not complete.

The fact that he said he had no time was proof that his internal energy consumption was severe. If he had properly learned the Five Dragon Demonic Art, he would never have said that.

Shwaak!

The Demonic Dragon Claw of Steward Yang, which was approaching, cutting through the empty air, clearly looked like it could tear even iron.

Jin Sa-wol extended his left hand and grabbed the Demonic Dragon Claw of Steward Yang, who was raising his fingernails. Immediately after, what poured out from his palm was the Six-Layered Demonic Palm.

Thump!

"Huh?"

A strange repulsive force was transmitted through Steward Yang's arm. The moment he raised his internal energy even more, a huge force came up through his right arm.

Thump! Thwack!

"Kraaak! This is...!"

Whoosh!

Steward Yang, who had retreated, stumbled back ten zhang with a face full of fear and then collapsed.

"Ugh!"

He, who had vomited blood, staggered up and stared blankly at Jin Sa-wol.

When he was hit by the Six-Layered Demonic Palm, he was in a state where his hair stood on end with the thought that he might die.

"You seem very surprised."

"No, no..."

Jin Sa-wol approached Steward Yang and kicked the staff at his feet.

Whoosh!

Steward Yang, who extended his hand towards the flying staff, bent his waist. In an instant, his figure had changed back to the stooped old man he was originally.

He prostrated himself on the floor as Jin Sa-wol approached.

"Cough! Cough! Please, please spare me. I didn't know I would see the Six-Layered Demonic Palm. You are definitely the young lord. I was foolish. Please, please don't take this old and insignificant life."

Steward Yang's attitude changed as fast as lightning.

Steward Yang, who had suffered a serious internal injury due to the Six-Layered Demonic Palm, could do nothing but wait for Jin Sa-wol's disposal.

Jin Sa-wol asked with a curious face.

"What happened to the woman with the Sound Soul Bell and the blind men who were in the O-gwan?"

"They are all guard warriors raised to protect the secrets of the Cult. The master of the O-gwan, who had the Sound Soul Bell, was originally a servant of the Cult Leader. When the esoteric sect was attacked by the martial world, she lived because she did not know martial arts. If she had lived, she should have run away, but she stayed here and learned martial arts."

At Steward Yang's answer, Jin Sa-wol passed him and said.

"Go and close the mechanisms of the third and fourth gates and open all the life gates."

"What? If so, the martial artists who have entered this place will flock here without any trouble."

"It will be a sight to see if they are all gathered in one place."

At Jin Sa-wol's words, Steward Yang frowned deeply. The wrinkles on his face deepened even more.

The moment he was contemplating whether to follow Jin Sa-wol's words, a cold energy lingered on his neck and then disappeared.

Drip!

Drip-drip!

As his flesh was cut and blood flowed down, Steward Yang trembled.

Jin Sa-wol went up the stairs and spoke again.

"After you open the mechanism, come here and close the road to the main pavilion. I'll see you from above."

"Understood."

Steward Yang answered and then left the stone room.

Jin Sa-wol went up the stairs at a fast speed, and when he reached a place that was pierced like a window in the cliff, he stopped walking.

From there, he could see the O-gwan of the Musalgwan at a glance. The distance to the bottom was about thirty zhang.

The plain of the O-gwan, which was surrounded by cliffs, and the roofs of the main hall were submerged in a deep silence.

Thump! Thump-thump!

Dust rose from beyond the basin, and the earth shook greatly. A short while later, small doors appeared between the cliffs surrounding the basin.

How much time had passed? The figures of people began to appear one by one between the small doors.

Jin Sa-wol, who had confirmed them, began to climb the stairs again.

* * *

Mun-gang, the master of the Blood Curtain and also called the Blood King, stood in the center of a wide basin, touching his plump belly.

Around him, the elites of the Blood Curtain were with him. The number was over fifty, and only half of the hundred or so could come here.

Half had died in the first and second gates.

The first gate was a place full of mist and strong poison, and it was a place where one would die from being poisoned without realizing it.

There, cliffs that were not very large rose to the sky like awls, and one had to fly over them.

The distance between the cliffs was one zhang if it was close, and about three zhang if it was far. It was a place that could be crossed if one's martial arts were high, and some had crossed by connecting ropes.

But that was a drop in the bucket compared to the second gate. Most had died in the second gate.

The ground was a swamp, so it was hard to walk, and the cliffs were slippery, so it was very difficult to climb.

What was annoying was the poisonous insects that attacked continuously. The poisonous insects that were sitting between the cliffs bit the people who were climbing.

If they were poisoned and fell to the ground, the swamp would swallow them, so they couldn't help but go half-crazy.

Even after climbing the cliff, the flying poisonous insects attacked continuously.

By the time they had defeated them all and arrived, a lot of time had already passed, and the number of people had been reduced by more than half.

"Is there a previous guest?"

He thought he had come first, but he saw dead corpses around the basin.

Mun-gang stroked his beard and frowned.

One of his subordinates brought a corpse to Mun-gang's feet.

"He has no eyes and mouth. It seems they fought and died."

"That's impossible."

Mun-gang rebuked his subordinate and then clicked his tongue as he looked at the corpse.

"Tsk! It's a blind and mute dog."

A blind and mute dog meant a dog that could not see and could not bark. In a word, it was a dog that only guarded the house.

In the past, there were hundreds of blind and mute dogs in the Demonic Cult. They were dogs that guarded the secret places where secrets were kept.

It was a case of making a human like a dog, but the Dokgo family had banned it a hundred years ago. And now it had completely disappeared.

Thump-thump-thump!

At the sound of many footsteps from the left, Mun-gang and the warriors of the Blood Curtain turned their bodies.

In their eyes, they saw a hundred or so warriors wearing black martial arts uniforms.

The one in the very front was a middle-aged man in his mid-forties, and a black dragon was drawn on his left face.

"Is it the Black Dragon Faction?"

"It's the Blood Curtain. Surely it's the Blood King?"

"The Black Dragon Faction Master?"

"Hehe! That's right. I am Ja Cho-je of the Black Dragon Faction. Is it Mun-gang?"

"It's Mun-gang."

Mun-gang let out a cold killing intent.

But the two did not attack each other.

Although the Blood Curtain was about fifty, the Black Dragon Faction was over a hundred. In terms of numbers, the Black Dragon Faction was superior, but the Black Dragon Faction Master did not think so.

Three hundred had come, two hundred had died, and a hundred or so were left. Although they were all elites of the Black Dragon Faction, the Blood Curtain was also not to be trifled with.

Thump-thump!

This time, a group wearing white and blue clothes appeared from Mun-gang's right.

Behind them, people in all sorts of attire continued to come in.

The number seemed to be over two hundred, three hundred.

They showed a strong hostility when they saw the warriors of the Blood Curtain and the Black Dragon Faction.

"It's the Black Dragon Faction and the Blood Curtain. Only the dirty bastards have gathered."

Five middle-aged men wearing white and blue clothes stood in front.

Mun-gang smiled when he saw them.

"I was wondering who they were, but it's Cheongseong and Hengshan, and even the Tang family... Many sects have gathered."

At Mun-gang's words, Ja Cho-je patted his butt and sneered.

"Are you guys clean? You guys are dirtier in the back."

At those words, the middle-aged men in front were enraged and drew their swords.

"Attack! Avenge the grudge of the brothers who died at the hands of those wicked men!"

"Waaah!"

As a roar echoed, hundreds of warriors began to fight, entangled.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Mun-gang and Ja Cho-je retreated. At some point, the Blood Curtain and the Black Dragon Faction had become one and began to fight the orthodox group.

Mun-gang took out a dried meat and tore half of it for Ja Cho-je and asked.

"How long has it been since you became the faction master?"

"It's been seven years this year."

"Kraak!"

"Ugh!"

"Die! You vermin bastards!"

Although blood and flesh splattered and screams were rampant, Mun-gang and Ja Cho-je chewed the dried meat deliciously. Mun-gang asked again.

"Have you seen the Martial Alliance?"

"I killed all the guys who came out as scouts."

"Keok! Help... Kkeek!"

"Ugh!"

"The main force will come soon."

"I guess so. Shouldn't we finish before then?"

At Ja Cho-je's words, Mun-gang nodded, having the same thought.

In that instant, a group wearing purple martial arts uniforms and fluttering purple cloaks jumped in from their left and right.

(End of Chapter)