The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance

"..."

A strange silence fell in the hall.

Cheon Woojin, who had been told to wait, was really watching the fight below the cliff with his arms crossed.

He seemed to not care about the surrounding demonic people at all.

The Yuan family head and the Flame Demon Sect Leader exchanged glances.

Both of their expressions were not good. It was not just because the master called the Emotionless Guest had appeared.

'He's ignoring us.'

Both were men who competed for the lead in the Demonic Cult when it came to their fiery natures.

In particular, unlike the Yuan family head, who had learned to endure a little by raising a family and a rascal-like child, the Flame Demon Sect Leader had lived his whole life alone.

He had both martial prowess and power.

Except for the dead Cult Leader, no one could control him, and because he had lived like a lone general for decades, his nature had changed like an active volcano day by day.

"Hoho."

The Flame Demon Sect Leader let out a laugh. Everyone could tell that there was not a single bit of goodwill in that laugh.

His face was already red like heated iron. A haze was shimmering from his heated body.

"Although I wasn't on good terms with the Drunken Demon Sect Leader, a friend is a friend, even if a hateful one. Seeing you, who killed him, I'm getting angry."

The Flame Demon Sect Leader, who had said so, took off his top.

A muscular upper body that belied his age was revealed. Scars that seemed to have been repeatedly melted and healed were on his muscles, which looked as hard as stone.

The Yuan family head also drew his sword. It was his beloved sword, the Hwahwa Sword. As its name suggested, the red blade, which was engraved with a pattern that looked like a burning fire, was unique.

Unlike the Flame Demon Sect Leader, who had exuded his ki simply out of anger, the Yuan family head clearly had something he wanted. It was to put his son on the throne of the young cult leader through the head of the Emotionless Guest.

Although he was called the young cult leader, now that the Cult Leader was dead, the young cult leader was no different from being above all.

'After consuming the Heavenly Demon Soul, he will truly have the appearance of a cult leader.'

When the young cult leader officially became the cult leader, he would take the Heavenly Demon Soul. The Heavenly Demon Soul was a small bead that contained the ki of the previous cult leader when he was alive.

And so, as the two masters took their battle stances, Cheon Woojin finally opened his mouth.

"You have no patience."

His gaze was still on the battle below the cliff. Jin Yun and Song Yiyeon, just as they had gained enlightenment by facing a master who had surpassed their limits, had a high probability of doing so.

So, he had intended to watch for a while, but it seemed they had no intention of doing so.

The martial world was originally like that. If a fight only broke out when both sides agreed, how could it be the martial world?

'I have no choice but to end it as quickly as possible.'

Cheon Woojin took his eyes off the battle below the cliff and looked at the two masters. They were so hot that he felt as if he were standing in front of a volcano that was about to erupt.

The Flame Demon Sect Leader's eyebrows twitched.

Even though he had just met his gaze, he felt that he was an opponent he had to pour all his strength into from the beginning.

Soon, the corners of his mouth curled up into a sticky smile. How long had it been since he had met a martial artist who made his heart beat so fast?

The Seven Demon Sect Leaders were those who did not receive orders from the six demonic families, the young masters, the Chief Strategist, or even the Vice-Cult Leader. The only person who could make them nervous was the Cult Leader.

Since the Cult Leader had died, it had been very boring days.

While the Flame Demon Sect Leader was feeling a very pleasant tension, the Yuan family head next to him said.

"Commander Yuanwei."

"Yes, Family Head."

The Yuanwei Unit was the elite armed unit of the Yuan family.

The man called the commander was as sharp as a broken piece of glass, but he had an unrefined impression.

"Take the children, and after tearing the bodies of those two brats below to shreds as much as possible, bring their heads."

"Yes, I understand."

The commander bowed his head. His subordinates behind him prepared to go down the cliff.

Before the battle began in earnest, it was a scheme to shake Cheon Woojin's heart.

Although it was a truly cheap and cruel scheme, everyone in the hall was accepting it as if it were natural. It was not for nothing that they were called the Demonic Cult.

It was the moment when the commander and a few Yuanwei Unit members who had received the order took a step to go down the cliff.

A piercing sound, as if a hidden weapon were rushing in, erupted.

Everyone's gaze naturally turned in the direction of the sound.

At the end of it was the Yuanwei commander, who was bleeding dark blood from a hole in his forehead. His expression was extremely peaceful. It was because he had not even properly recognized his own death.

Soon, his figure fell backward and made a dull sound. The Yuanwei Unit members who had been about to take a step also froze.

Cheon Woojin, who had put the Yuanwei commander to sleep with a single stream of finger wind, said in his unique dry voice.

"Those who pass that tree will be killed without question."

To go down the cliff, one had to pass that tree. It was a one-sided declaration not to intervene in the battle below the cliff.

But no one could take it lightly.

The Yuanwei commander was a clear master. Since he was the commander of the elite armed unit of the six demonic families, which was comparable to the Five Great Families of the Orthodox Path. Such a person had died in one move without even being able to react.

What was more surprising was that the Flame Demon Sect Leader, one of the Seven Demon Sect Leaders of the Demonic Cult, and the head of the Yuan family were in this place. Even they could not prevent the death of the Yuanwei commander.

The Flame Demon Sect Leader frowned.

Soon, his fist was engulfed in a dark red flame.

Even though he had just put his ki into it, it burned the surrounding air fiercely and radiated heat in all directions.

The Flame Demon Sect Leader's other nickname, the Number One Fist of the Demonic Path.

His fist, which was said to be able to burn anything in the world, soon rushed towards Cheon Woojin.

At the same time, the Yuan family head also put his ki into his Hwahwa Sword. At that, the blade was engulfed in flames. Unlike the Flame Demon Sect Leader's dark red flame, it was a bright and clear colored flame.

The Yuan family head lightly swung his Hwahwa Sword, burned the tree that Cheon Woojin had pointed at earlier, and said.

"Go and tear those two brats to death."

Soon, the Yuan family head also followed the Flame Demon Sect Leader.

The Flame Demon Sect Leader's fist was the strongest in the demonic path, but his feet were somewhat slow. Although it was a speed that could be easily caught up, the Yuan family head deliberately did not do so.

'If possible, it would be better for me to take that guy's head.'

If the Flame Demon Sect Leader killed the Emotionless Guest, he did not know what he would demand in return for that head.

It was better for him to wait for the Flame Demon Sect Leader to run wild and drain the Emotionless Guest's strength, and then to look for an opportunity himself.

However, it did not take long to realize that that thought was wrong.

Cheon Woojin, looking at the Flame Demon Sect Leader who was rushing in like a burning meteor, held the Crane Feather Fan in his bosom and then let go.

The compatibility was not good. The Crane Feather Fan could be burned by the opponent's flames. Although he could fight while protecting it with his ki, there was no reason to waste his internal energy.

Soon, what Cheon Woojin chose was, just like the Flame Demon Sect Leader, hand-to-hand combat.

He took a stance and slowly clenched his fists.

Although it was not as ridiculously large as the Flame Demon Sect Leader's, it was a fist that looked very hard.

The corners of the Flame Demon Sect Leader's mouth, who saw this, curled up into a sneer.

'To think that he would use his fists against me.'

It was a good thing that the Emotionless Guest was young. If a person with such an incomprehensible level of martial prowess also had experience, it would have been really tricky to face him.

Today, the Emotionless Guest will die.

The Flame Demon Sect Leader was already sure of the victory.

Soon, his fist and Cheon Woojin's fist met head-on.

At that moment, the smile disappeared from the Flame Demon Sect Leader's face.

A dark red flame and a dark red flame of the Flame Demon Sect burned up between the two fists that had met.

Following that, a ki wave and an explosion erupted.

A huge explosion, as if all the air in the world had been condensed between the two fists and then exploded, occurred.

Dust rose like a wave, centered on the two.

The Flame Demon Sect Leader hurriedly covered his entire body with a protective ki.

Cheon Woojin took half a step back.

At that sight, the Flame Demon Sect Leader was once again greatly surprised.

'Just half a step?'

To think that his Flame Demon First Fist, which had killed countless masters whole, had only made his opponent take half a step back.

However, that was also the Flame Demon Sect Leader's misunderstanding.

A red blade passed through the place where Cheon Woojin had been, like a flash of lightning. It was not that he had been pushed back by the Flame Demon Sect Leader, but that he had just avoided the Hwahwa Sword.

The Flame Demon Sect Leader's pupils trembled greatly.

The Yuan family head, who had suddenly thrust his sword, also wiped his heart, confirming that there was no sensation of hitting his hand. He had thought it was an unavoidable sword strike.

It was then.

From behind, several sounds of flesh being torn and groans erupted.

The Yuan family head sheathed his Hwahwa Sword and turned his head.

The martial artists of the Yuanwei Unit, who had been about to go down the cliff, were falling, bleeding. All were those who had passed the now burned and disappeared tree that Cheon Woojin had first pointed at.

Those who had not yet crossed that line were still alive, but they could not take a step.

What was blocking their path was a single sword floating in the air.

'Sword control...'

The Yuan family head's gaze became low. Wasn't that sword the Namgung family's sword that the Emotionless Guest had been wearing on his waist when he first appeared? When he checked the Emotionless Guest's belt later, the scabbard was empty.

Sword control symbolized the pinnacle of the sword.

The stage just before reaching the legendary realm of the Heart Sword.

It was not a mystery that a guy of that age, and not even a swordsman, could perform. However, since he had heard many rumors that he was like a monster, he tried to understand...

The real problem was something else.

'When on earth?'

Neither the Flame Demon Sect Leader nor himself had noticed.

Although it had become chaotic due to the huge ki wave that had erupted when the two fists had collided earlier, how could they not have noticed him performing sword control so close?

What if that sword had been aimed at him, not the Yuanwei Unit?

Could he have completely avoided or blocked it?

The Yuan family head, who had asked himself, soon shook his head. He could not guarantee it at all.

When he glanced to the side, the Flame Demon Sect Leader also seemed to be thinking something similar.

A master who could cut down the elite armed unit of the six demonic families without even the two of them, the Seven Demon Sect Leaders and the six demonic family heads, knowing, while facing them at the same time.

The Six Demon Sect Leader and the Yuan family head finally realized.

The one who gets the head of the Emotionless Guest will become the young cult leader?

That idea was wrong.

No, this war itself was very wrong.

Recently, the war between the demonic and the righteous was a situation where the Divine Cult was overwhelmingly being pushed back.

Everyone was looking for the Cult Leader who was already gone and was feeling regretful.

But now that he saw it, it was not that the Demonic Cult was being pushed back because there was no cult leader. It was because that guy was in the Martial Alliance.

'Even if the Cult Leader were alive...'

The Flame Demon Sect Leader shook his head at the irreverent thought that had come to him.

He did not think that the Cult Leader would lose easily. Since he was a god who had mastered the demonic path. However, he could not easily imagine that guy dying at the hands of the Cult Leader either.

In the meantime, Cheon Woojin moved his gaze to the Yuanwei Unit.

They were still hesitating against the Azure Sky Sword floating in the air.

Cheon Woojin said calmly.

"If you cross, you die."

"..."

Although it was the same as the previous warning, the weight of the words had changed dimensionally. It was because they had all witnessed the death of their comrades in front of their eyes.

Suddenly, Cheon Woojin tilted his head.

He had said that if they crossed, they would die.

But thinking about it, if he killed them all in the first place, there would be no one to cross, right?

Soon, Cheon Woojin's words continued.

"Even if you don't cross, you die."

"...?"

By the time bewilderment appeared on the faces of the Demonic Cult members.

The Azure Sky Sword, which had been floating in the air, suddenly cut through the atmosphere.

At the same time, Cheon Woojin also threw his body.

(End of Chapter)