Chapter 125
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
The four drums placed on the watchtowers of the four gates of the Black Contemplation Fortress began to beat four times.
As the loud drumbeat echoed as if to fill the Black Contemplation Fortress, black and yellow flags rose from all over the fortress and fluttered in unison.
With the drumbeat announcing the morning of the coronation ceremony, the warriors of the Black Contemplation Fortress began to move busily from early in the morning.
On this day, the rewards for the winners of the martial arts tournaments that had been held so far, as well as the conclusion of various events, were carried out.
The masters of the evil path moved their feet towards the great hall of the Black Contemplation Fortress, where the coronation ceremony would be held, to greet the new sun that would lead the next evil path martial world.
Murmur, murmur!
The martial artists of the evil path, including the Black Contemplation Fortress, and the ordinary people who had visited the Black Contemplation Fortress.
Numerous crowds formed a sea of people and began to find their respective places, centered on the wide outer hall that was spread out in front of the great hall of the Black Contemplation Fortress.
"There, he's there!"
"He was called the Little Light Emperor... isn't he in a pitiful situation!"
"He was so triumphant, so it serves him right!"
Although numerous masters of the Black Contemplation Fortress were lined up, the one who particularly attracted people's attention among them was none other than Jeshin.
Numerous gazes of sympathy, jealousy, and ridicule for Jeshin, who had been pushed out of the succession fight of the Black Contemplation Fortress, were pouring towards Jeshin.
And Jeshin, who was seated in the upper seat, was firmly receiving their gazes.
By his side were Shiyue and Huang Feihu, and in the lower seats were the masters of the So family manor who had been helping him, with their faces covered.
'Laugh as much as you want for now.'
The gazes and sneers of the petty people had no effect on Jeshin now.
However, Jeshin's insides were boiling and his head was dizzy with a tension that was about to explode.
Although he tried to control his mind by operating his divine art, his qi did not gather easily and his concentration was also constantly scattering, perhaps because of his anxious mind.
What he was planning now was rebellion and impiety.
Moreover, the opponent of that rebellion was the great mountain and the supreme one of the evil path, Mo Guangdi.
If he failed in this, not only himself but also everyone would be involved.
The numerous loyal subordinates who followed him, Wen Zhong who was in his sickbed, and...
Jeshin looked at the place of Daji, who was not by his side now.
It had been several days since Daji, who had paid her respects to Wen Zhong a while ago, had fallen seriously ill and had been in her sickbed.
Although her condition had improved a lot now, it had not improved enough to attend the coronation ceremony.
Jeshin did not know how much he had worried, thinking of the precedent of her being sick for several years in the So family manor in the past.
One fortunate thing in the midst of misfortune was that, as if her sincerity had reached the heavens, there had been a change in Wen Zhong's condition, which had been at a standstill.
Jeshin was greatly pleased, thinking that Daji's devotion had borne fruit.
Jeshin clenched his fists, recalling Daji, who had left a smile like a spring breeze despite her pale and haggard face.
He had asked himself about the possibility of success for dozens of days, hundreds of days.
Jeshin just wanted her to be healthy and happy by his side.
For this, perhaps it was the right thing to accept Mo Guangdi's mercy and to leave the Black Contemplation Fortress even now.
Jeshin looked at Jejeong, who was sitting triumphantly in the highest seat.
Seeing the arrogant confidence revealed on his face, it seemed that a fire was burning in his heart, which had been weak for a moment.
"The evil path supreme one, the world's hegemony!"
"The evil path supreme one, the world's hegemony!"
At the sound coming from the great hall, the warriors of the Black Contemplation Fortress who were lined up in the outer hall shouted in a loud voice, following the sound.
Wearing a golden crown and a golden belt, and dragging a black dragon robe embroidered with a black dragon, he appeared in the center of the great hall.
The supreme one of the Black Contemplation Fortress and the leader of the evil path.
One of the number one masters in the world, Mo Guangdi, Jeul.
He exuded a presence that captivated the numerous crowds that filled the outer hall in one go, just by his appearance.
The numerous people who had gathered to see Mo Guangdi's face admired the appearance of the giant of the present era, even from a distance.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The noisy drumbeat died down as if it were dead at Mo Guangdi's one gesture.
Mo Guangdi, with an emotionless gaze, slowly looked at the people who were gathered like a swarm of ants.
Although his gaze seemed to rest on Jeshin, who was in the distance, for a moment, it was only for a very short time, and he raised his head and looked around.
"Dear martial arts comrades, and everyone who has come to grace this occasion."
Although Mo Guangdi's voice was low, it echoed widely enough to be heard vividly even in the ears of those who were farthest away.
At his profound internal energy, numerous masters nodded their heads and listened to his words.
"Although I have dreamed of the evil path world and have established the Black Contemplation Fortress and have laid its foundation in Sichuan, the new wave that will blow in the world is also approaching."
Mo Guangdi, after spitting out the introduction, lightly turned his eyes towards Jejeong.
Jejeong, as if he had been waiting, got up from his seat and strode towards Mo Guangdi.
"Therefore, I will pass the seal of the Black Contemplation Fortress to my son, Jeong, and will continue the dream of the evil path world. This will be the prelude to a new leap forward for the Black Contemplation Fortress."
Jejeong, who was prostrating himself before Mo Guangdi, trembled lightly and waited for his father's voice.
The long fight between the brothers was now coming to an end.
And as this new chapter of his life was about to open, that story would surely become a legend that would encompass the world beyond Sichuan.
"Bring the Black Evil Seal."
At Jeshin's words, one of the maids and four warriors carefully brought a huge seal the size of a fist and approached them.
Now, if he received the crown and the Black Evil Seal according to the ritual, Jejeong would become the new master of the Black Contemplation Fortress in name and reality.
Jejeong could not hide his excitement and tried to feel the feeling of the golden crown being placed on his head by his father's hand with his eyes closed.
"I do not permit it."
Although it was a short word that was heard in an instant, it was enough to freeze the coronation ceremony, which had been rising in heat, in an instant.
Mo Guangdi's hand, which had been placing the golden crown, stopped for a moment.
In the coronation ceremony of the Black Contemplation Fortress, where there should not be a single flaw, who would dare to oppose the supreme one's event?
"How dare you..."
Jeul hardened his expression and looked down at the platform.
"The new master of the Black Contemplation Fortress must be a person who can show the resourcefulness of the evil path world. Young Master Jejeong lacks the ability, so I dare to say that the new master of the Black Contemplation Fortress should be the Little Light Emperor, Jeshin."
"Shiyue..."
Jeul had not expected that they would confront him in this way, in front of everyone.
"Since the Sichuan Alliance has been formed and is daring to confront the Black Contemplation Fortress, Young Master Jeshin, who has obtained the title of the Little Light Emperor in the martial world, is suitable as the new master of the Black Contemplation Fortress!"
As Shiyue stepped forward and started, the masters of the Black Contemplation Fortress who were around Jeshin, as well as numerous warriors, raised their voices in unison.
"Rebellion... it's a rebellion!"
Jejeong staggered and got up and looked back at the warriors of the Black Contemplation Fortress who were prostrating themselves below the platform.
Seeing the numerous warriors, who amounted to a third of the venue, his mind became hazy and his body lost its strength as if he had been hit on the head with a hammer.
He had not thought that they would do such a thing at his coronation ceremony, and moreover, in a situation where so many people were gathered.
This was a clear rebellion.
Moreover, this incident would surely greatly weaken his legitimacy and the dominance of the Black Contemplation Fortress.
"Jeshin!"
Jeshin, who had heard Jejeong's voice, was quietly closing his eyes.
With Shiyue's one word, the spring breeze that had been blowing in the outer hall had instantly disappeared, and a hot air was rushing in.
Only by surviving through the heat would they be able to feel the spring again...
"I cannot acknowledge you, brother."
"Gah!"
Before Jeshin's one word could end, Jeul's angry voice burst out.
"Seize them all!"
"Gah!"
At his command, the warriors of the Black Contemplation Fortress began to draw their swords in unison, and the venue instantly became a scene of chaos.
The ordinary people, including the merchants, were startled and began to scatter, and the masters and masters of the martial world were watching the situation with interest, one step away.
Although Jeul's command had been given, the command was not being carried out easily.
This was because half of the remaining warriors of the Black Contemplation Fortress, who had not originally agreed with Jeshin's words, were hesitating without drawing their swords.
"These bastards!"
The efforts of the inner court that had been going on under the surface for years and the military achievements that Jeshin had accumulated had made them think that perhaps Jeshin was more suitable as the supreme one of the Black Contemplation Fortress than Jejeong.
"There is no need for those who do not follow the command. Kill them!"
Jeul's anger, who had thought that he had given up everything as he had been quiet until now, was great.
With Jeul's command, the warriors of the Black Contemplation Fortress who had drawn their swords began to rush towards the warriors who were supporting Jeshin.
"Hah!"
"Gah!"
A bloody civil war of killing and being killed had occurred.
Jejeong, as if he could not bear it, gathered the Ten Variations True Art and rushed towards Jeshin in one go.
Then, three masters with their faces covered with veils appeared before him.
"These bastards! You're really crazy!"
Among them was the strange swordsman he had experienced before.
Jejeong, recalling that they were the warriors of the So family manor, was dumbfounded, realizing that the So family manor had finally decided to side with Jeshin.
This rebellion and support, which was like a sandcastle, would surely be shattered by the hands of Mo Guangdi, which was like a huge wave.
If he became the supreme one, the fate of the So family manor would also be a candle in the wind.
When that time came, all of them would surely beg for their lives and prostrate themselves at his feet.
"You will regret it!"
But the skill of the mysterious warriors who were rushing at him as if to kill him was also not to be underestimated.
"Black Evil Divine Army!"
"By your command!"
At the voice of Jejeong, who had received the golden crown from Jeul, the thousand Black Evil Divine Army, who were called the elite of the Black Contemplation Fortress, appeared in unison.
If they joined, it would be very easy to take the heads of the rebellious group.
The Black Evil Divine Army, with a well-ordered movement worthy of being called the elite of the Black Contemplation Fortress, rushed towards the warriors who were following Jeshin.
"Gah!"
The warriors of the So family manor who had been clinging to Jejeong also scattered to deal with them at the appearance of the Black Evil Divine Army, and Jejeong was able to catch his breath for a moment.
"Jeshin! If you are a man, come out and fight me one-on-one!"
At Jejeong's voice, Jeshin, as if he had been waiting, flew his body in one go and approached Jejeong.
The number one divine art of the evil path was simultaneously displayed in the hands of the two young tigers, from which a black energy was rising.
The Ten Variations True Art.
The Six Supreme Variations.
The Ten Variations Finger Sword.
The Ten Variations True Art.
The Six Supreme Variations.
The Ten Variations Five Punishments.
The entangled and twisted energies of the Ten Variations True Art became black sword blades and rose in streaks and began to extend to take each other's lives.
(End of Chapter)