Chapter 476 – The Era Moves (1)
Hyeongmun Manor was located on the midslope of Hyeongmun Mountain in southern Hubei Province. The master of Hyeongmun Manor was Gu Jung-hak, who had once flown renown in the martial world by the alias Eight-Armed Swordsman.
Gu Jung-hak extremely hated injustice, so throughout his activities in the martial world, he slew countless evil practitioners. Because of that, in Hubei and Hunan Provinces where he mainly operated, he was known as the Death God.
The place that Gu Jung-hak established after retiring from the martial world was precisely Hyeongmun Manor. Originally when someone retired, completely washing their hands of the martial world was customary, but peculiarly, Gu Jung-hak's influence grew even greater after retiring from the martial world.
He accepted as disciples those who came admiring the alias Eight-Armed Swordsman. Especially by accepting many children of high officials, he expanded his influence. Though called a manor, it was actually no different from a martial school that took money to teach martial arts.
Gu Jung-hak dispatched some of the disciples he taught this way to nearby merchant companies. He got his disciples employment as merchant company escort warriors. The disciples who established positions in merchant companies called in other disciples again, and thus Hyeongmun Manor expanded its power in Hubei Province.
Though it couldn't compare to the traditional martial world powers Wudang Sect and Zhuge Family, it was still able to solidly build its foundations in Hubei Province in quick time. Hyeongmun Manor completely stopped its martial world activities precisely after seeing the Demon Cult bring down Wudang Sect and Zhuge Family.
Gu Jung-hak recalled all the disciples he had dispatched externally and completely forbade external activities. His words were that he would return to Hyeongmun Manor's original posture, but those who knew all understood. The fact that he had prostrated himself flat in fear of the Demon Cult.
When even Hubei Province's leaders Wudang Sect and Zhuge Family had been swept away by the Demon Cult's wild wind. Needlessly holding one's head high risked getting one's neck cut off by the Demon Cult's sharp blade.
Gu Jung-hak was tilting wine cups alone in his quarters.
Though he was past seventy years old, he maintained a robust physique and complexion rivaling young people. His virility was so good that he had over five concubines.
Thud!
Gu Jung-hak roughly set down his wine cup.
"Damn it!"
After already living only inside Hyeongmun Manor for a year, his stuffiness had reached its peak. Having relations with concubines was fine for a day or two, but living only inside Hyeongmun Manor every single day like this made him feel like a bird trapped in a cage.
"Filthy Demon Cult bastards! If you swept away Wudang Sect and Zhuge Family, why not just withdraw from Hubei Province instead of establishing a branch?"
After the Demon Cult established a branch in Hubei Province, Hyeongmun Manor's position narrowed even more. His recalling disciples to Hyeongmun Manor wasn't for the disciples' safety, but because merchant companies no longer wanted to employ Hyeongmun Manor's disciples.
Merchants were more sensitive to trends than anyone. They followed the tide, contracting with the Demon Cult and receiving warriors from them. Naturally they had to cut dealings with mid-tier sects like Hyeongmun Manor.
Gu Jung-hak found that fact utterly frustrating and shameful. But that didn't mean he dared to fight opposing the Demon Cult.
He had retired from the martial world and created Hyeongmun Manor because he could no longer handle vigorous young warriors. So he withdrew from the martial world in the form of retirement, raising disciples and accumulating wealth.
The profit earned by sending out disciples was several times greater than when he operated as Eight-Armed Swordsman in the martial world. He had lived like an emperor with the money earned that way, but the fact that the Demon Cult prevented him from even enjoying that anymore made him merely frustrated.
Then a familiar voice came from outside.
"Master, this disciple Jeong Ju-myeong. May I enter?"
"Enter."
Shortly after, the one who entered opening the door was Gu Jung-hak's second disciple, Jeong Ju-myeong. As soon as Jeong Ju-myeong entered, he bowed his head greeting his master. But Gu Jung-hak pretended not to notice and tilted his wine cup.
"Master."
"What is it? You're not coming again to say that Hyeongmun Manor should join hands with some alliance, are you?"
"My apologies."
"You?"
Instantly Gu Jung-hak's expression contorted. But Jeong Ju-myeong continued speaking regardless.
"Another envoy came from Blue Sky Alliance. We must join hands with them before it's too late."
"Quiet. How many times have I told you not to bring up that talk? There's no reason to join hands with such youngsters."
"But continuing like this, our Hyeongmun Manor will gradually wither away. Please reconsider, Master."
Jeong Ju-myeong's voice was earnest. But Gu Jung-hak's gaze looking at him was utterly cold.
"If you say such things once more, I'll expel you from Hyeongmun Manor."
"Master!"
"Huh! Still? Do you truly wish to leave Hyeongmun Manor? Then abolish all the martial arts you learned from me and leave."
Gu Jung-hak's cold voice rang throughout the room. Eventually Jeong Ju-myeong could say nothing more and could only leave outside desolately.
Before establishing Hyeongmun Manor, Gu Jung-hak had been the martial world's great hero. He had become a disciple charmed by his master's appearance of making examples against injustice, but after secluding himself in the manor, Gu Jung-hak had changed one hundred eighty degrees.
His previous righteousness disappeared, and only his philistine aspects seeking wealth and glory were highlighted. That fact left Jeong Ju-myeong deeply regretful.
"Huuu!"
When he opened the door sighing softly.
"Ugh!"
"Attack."
Suddenly screams and shouts came from outside.
"What?"
Jeong Ju-myeong and Gu Jung-hak's complexions changed simultaneously.
"The Demon Cult! Demon Cult bastards have invaded."
At that moment someone's scream-like voice was heard particularly loudly.
"The Demon Cult? Why would the Demon Cult…?"
Gu Jung-hak made an expression of incomprehension.
He had recalled all his disciples to avoid offending the Demon Cult. Therefore he couldn't logically understand the fact that the Demon Cult had invaded Hyeongmun Manor.
Even in that moment, the disciples' screams echoed throughout Hyeongmun Manor. There was no longer leisure to think.
The two rushed outside. The scenery that first entered their eyes was Demon Cult warriors surging like a tidal wave. They couldn't even see where it ended.
Hyeongmun Manor's warriors resisted doing their best, but were swept away without trace by Demon Cult warriors surging endlessly like waves.
Everything was collapsing.
Everything Gu Jung-hak had built racing his whole life.
"What is this? Why the Demon… Cult?"
He was so shocked he couldn't speak properly. His mind went white, not knowing what to say.
"Kyaaak!"
"Aaak!"
Even in that moment, Hyeongmun Manor warriors' desperate screams echoed.
"Stop!"
Without further thought, Jeong Ju-myeong drew his sword and flew toward the Demon Cult's warriors.
At that moment, four warriors sprang toward Jeong Ju-myeong from among the Demon Cult's warriors.
Their swords sliced through empty air indifferently. An exquisite combined attack as if measured with a ruler.
Shugagak!
In just one exchange Jeong Ju-myeong's arm flew off, with the second sword both his legs were cut. With the third sword his head fell from his neck.
Jeong Ju-myeong perished without even screaming.
Gu Jung-hak's pupils shook.
With his head he thought he should draw his sword and swing, but his body wouldn't obey.
Clatter!
Meanwhile the warriors who killed Jeong Ju-myeong rushed toward him.
Their murderous eyes met Gu Jung-hak's pupils.
"Aaaah!"
Only then did Gu Jung-hak draw his sword shouting a scream-like battle cry.
Clang!
But before he could swing his sword, the warrior running at the front deflected his sword. Not missing that gap, the warriors running behind thrust swords into both of Gu Jung-hak's legs.
"Krak!"
Gu Jung-hak knelt with a scream.
Puwook!
At that moment the last warrior thrust a sword into his right shoulder. Instantly the sword penetrated Gu Jung-hak's shoulder.
Gu Jung-hak could no longer scream. Because the warrior who had first deflected his sword was already aiming a sword at his throat.
Gulp!
Gu Jung-hak forcibly swallowed the scream that had surged up his throat.
'What?'
It happened in an instant.
The four moved as if sharing one thought, without a scrap of wasted motion. Truly killing machines optimized for suppressing and killing enemies.
Then.
Kuuuu!
Suddenly the atmosphere rippled.
Simultaneously the Demon Cult's warriors occupying Hyeongmun Manor like locusts split to both sides. Through the gap he walked.
"Ah!"
The moment he saw him, Gu Jung-hak involuntarily opened his mouth. The moment he saw him, his mind turned pitch black.
His body trembled of its own accord. Yellow liquid flowed between his trembling legs. He had wet himself.
Though he had long abandoned his fighting spirit as a warrior, still, Gu Jung-hak was a sect master. Such a Gu Jung-hak showed the disgrace of wetting himself paralyzed with fear. But none of Hyeongmun Manor's disciples could criticize Gu Jung-hak.
Because all their nerves were caught on him.
He seemed not human.
Like a crystallization aggregating all the world's evil and demons.
He was precisely the Demon Cult's Cult Leader Cheok Gwan-hyeol.
The demonic energy flowing from Cheok Gwan-hyeol's body covered the sky. It was the first time seeing such a scene. It seemed like seeing not a human but a demon god.
Gu Jung-hak instinctively realized his identity.
"The Demon Cult's Cult… Leader?"
Gu Jung-hak's guess was fact.
He was precisely the Demon Cult's Cult Leader Cheok Gwan-hyeol.
At the fearsome demonic energy he emitted, the atmosphere screamed and heaved, and everyone held their breath.
Though the Demon Cult's leadership was behind Cheok Gwan-hyeol, they didn't even enter his eyes. So much did Cheok Gwan-hyeol's fearsome presence catch and not release Gu Jung-hak's gaze.
When Cheok Gwan-hyeol finally approached within arm's reach, Gu Jung-hak struggled even to breathe. But there was something he had to ask.
"Why? Hyeongmun Manor never harmed the Demon Cult."
He genuinely felt wronged.
Gu Jung-hak had forbidden all external activities lest he needlessly cause the Demon Cult's misunderstanding. He had no clash whatsoever with the Demon Cult, yet he couldn't understand why he was suffering such disaster.
Cheok Gwan-hyeol's indifferent pupils turned toward his face.
"Keuuu!"
Gu Jung-hak screamed feeling both his eyes burning with pain.
Cheok Gwan-hyeol muttered looking at such a Gu Jung-hak.
"So why did you establish some manor in the path I'm taking?"
"Just… for that reason?"
"Even for lesser reasons, one can die plenty in the martial world."
"But I…"
"Tsk! A sect master has a long tongue."
"Kek!"
Instantly Gu Jung-hak's face turned earth-colored. His face died turning pitch black, then soon even his arms and legs dyed black.
Fushhh!
Then his body became powder scattering in the wind.
The human named Gu Jung-hak existed leaving not even traces, becoming powder and disappearing.
Heaven Enveloping Demonic Art.
The fearsome demonic art said to be capable of enveloping even heaven finally displayed its true power. The power of the completed Heaven Enveloping Demonic Art was truly terribly ghastly. So much so that even fellow Demon Cult warriors trembled in fear.
'The Cult Leader has already transcended human limits.'
'Who could dare face the Cult Leader? The Cult Leader is not human but a god.'
Kukuung!
The Demon Cult's warriors occupying Hyeongmun Manor all knelt on one knee worshiping Cheok Gwan-hyeol as if promised.
Among them were absolute masters like Sang Han-cheon and the Four Great Army Commanders. Even they felt awe naturally at the aura Cheok Gwan-hyeol emitted.
While coming to Hyeongmun Manor, over ten sects were trampled like ants. Most of them were sects that had stopped activities crushed by the Demon Cult's might. But Cheok Gwan-hyeol completely annihilated them merely for being in his path, making them unable to rise again.
Though Hyeongmun Manor's two hundred fifty warriors died, Cheok Gwan-hyeol's face showed no emotion.
His gaze aimed north.
North where Lesser Mount Hua was. Blue Sky Alliance was his destination.
He won't accept surrender. It's useless even if they crawl prostrate with tails rolled. He will annihilate all sects in the path to Blue Sky Alliance.
That was Cheok Gwan-hyeol's will.
Actually Cheok Gwan-hyeol proved his will by annihilating all sects encountered while coming here.
His will made not only enemies but even Demon Cult warriors fearful. Actually some warriors looked at Cheok Gwan-hyeol with concerned eyes.
'Does the Cult Leader truly intend to make all of the martial world his enemies?'
'Going like this, we'll cross the river of enmity impossible to return from.'
But crushed by Cheok Gwan-hyeol's might, they could say nothing.
Then.
"Military Strategist."
"Yes! Cult Leader."
Cheok Gwan-hyeol called Sang Han-cheon.
"What became of Un-hyang?"
"My apologies."
"Still haven't found her?"
"Please kill me."
Sang Han-cheon knelt before Cheok Gwan-hyeol.
Immediately after holding the ceremony at Mount Song, Demon Enchantress Dan Un-hyang disappeared without trace. Sang Han-cheon was doing his utmost tracking Dan Un-hyang but hadn't found her yet.
"Find her as quickly as possible. I have something to ask her personally."
"Understood."
Kung!
Sang Han-cheon struck his head on the ground. His forehead tore bleeding everywhere, but Sang Han-cheon wasn't even feeling the pain. Because the demonic energy flowing from Cheok Gwan-hyeol shook even cool-headed Sang Han-cheon's reason.
Cheok Gwan-hyeol moved his steps.
His steps aimed north. Now Shaanxi Province where Blue Sky Alliance was located wasn't so far.
Cheok Gwan-hyeol's demonic energy rippled more fiercely.
'Fist Demon!'
He was there.
Soon he could see him.
'I expect you're different from these weaklings.'
On the path he walked, death piled.
No sect existing in his path, no warrior avoided death.
The death Cheok Gwan-hyeol brought covered all the land.
Demonic incarnation bringing death.
People sometime began calling him Death God.

Unbreakable Heavenly Sword Baek Li-jung, Pavilion Master of Azure Dragon Great Sword Pavilion, the second combat organization of the Martial Alliance.

When Taoist Haewol remained as Martial Alliance Leader, his prestige also pierced the heavens. However, in truth, the world placed his martial arts below One Master Two Buddhas Three Dao Two Kings.

The Martial Alliance Leader is both the representative and symbol of the orthodox sects. One had to possess both the supreme martial arts and political power to command numerous sects simultaneously. However, looking at what was revealed, Baek Li-jung had political power but his martial arts skill had almost never been proven.

He had even been struck once by Jin Ja-gang and poisoned…

Rather, many suspected he was several moves below Jin Ja-gang, who killed Northern Heaven’s Thunder Emperor Gamurue and the new Demonic Cult Leader, Demon Lord Yelu Huan.

Therefore, many were dissatisfied that Baek Li-jung was counted as a leading candidate for the next Martial Alliance Leader.

Sword King Namgung Rak was also one of those who thought so.

He was especially greatly disappointed that after receiving care from Taoist Haewol for a long time, he betrayed him and made him a public enemy of the martial world.

Having harbored killing intent anyway, Namgung Rak revealed his anger toward Baek Li-jung without filter.

“The Namgung Family and I, Namgung Rak, as the Taoist’s friend… will not… forgive you.”

The more he angered, the more he drew up his internal energy, the slower Namgung Rak’s speech became.

Namgung Rak approached Baek Li-jung with his sword tip down, swaying. The sword was plain without any patterns, but elegance could be felt from the straight blade, and even spirituality emanated from the pure white edge.

The Namgung Family’s treasure, Divine Ladle River Sword.

When holding this sword, internal energy continues endlessly as if the Yellow River is contained in the body, so one doesn’t tire even fighting for seven days and nights, hence the name Ladle River was attached.

Especially when an expert like Namgung Rak wielded such a treasured sword, there was no need to say how terrifying it would be.

However, Baek Li-jung smiled with bizarre eyes simultaneously emitting auspicious energy and dark energy.

“Divine Ladle River Sword, the sword’s owner will soon change.”

Namgung Rak sneered and retorted in a slow tone.

“You’re greedy… Will you defeat me… and take this sword too…?”

“I thought it would be good to use as a post in my family’s stables?”

At the evil smile attached to Baek Li-jung’s heroic expression, Namgung Rak’s killing intent deepened.

Baek Li-jung casually gripped Heavenly Vermilion Sword, from which sword energy was spouting, and walked toward Namgung Rak with heavy steps. Psst psst, the sword energy spouting irregularly from Heavenly Vermilion Sword drilled holes all over the ground.

Namgung Rak also stepped together, narrowing the distance with Baek Li-jung.

When Baek Li-jung took two steps, Namgung Rak barely walked half a step.

The distance between Baek Li-jung and Namgung Rak narrowed to five steps. Instantly, Baek Li-jung swiftly swung Heavenly Vermilion Sword.

Screeeech!

With a sound like tearing air, Heavenly Vermilion Sword’s sword energy drew an ellipse like a whip and struck Namgung Rak. Namgung Rak watched the sword energy flying, only then raised his sword, and belatedly struck Baek Li-jung’s shoulder with his sword.

Psst.

The edge of Baek Li-jung’s shoulder clothing was cut off.

Baek Li-jung attacked first, but Namgung Rak’s sword energy reached Baek Li-jung first!

Namgung Rak’s Absolute Slow Sword.

Baek Li-jung immediately twisted his wrist and reversed Heavenly Vermilion Sword. He wildly slashed his front with sword energy. Countless sparks flew at Baek Li-jung’s front.

Kaga-gak!

Then suddenly, countless sword marks began being carved left and right centered on Baek Li-jung.

Shaaak! Shaaaak! Dirt heaps flew up madly as if struck by hundreds of blades on both sides, excluding only where Baek Li-jung stood.

Baek Li-jung smiled even amid being covered in dust. Namgung Rak was expressionless, but one corner of his mouth twitched slightly. He wasn’t pleased with the current situation.

Baek Li-jung blocked Namgung Rak’s Absolute Slow Sword mixed with killing intent without any damage.

“It seems… you really did something to Northern Li Sword Immortal.”

“Tsk tsk, you don’t trust people’s words too much. I clearly said. Your world is too narrow, Sword King.”

“With your true ability, you can’t block… Northern Li Sword Immortal or my sword. Since you strayed from the righteous path… today you’ll pay the price.”

Baek Li-jung’s eyebrows shot up. Suddenly Baek Li-jung’s expression distorted like an evil spirit.

“Righteous path? If there’s good and evil in martial arts, you’re the evil, not me. Sword King.”

Clearly one person’s voice, yet a hoarse voice as if split in two.

Namgung Rak grimaced.

“Yes… whatever you say, you’ll die today.”

Namgung Rak gripped his sword and lowered his stance slightly to stand at an angle. Then he took a posture of extending a straight sword thrust. The movement was so slow even a child could see it, feeling not threatening at all.

Baek Li-jung extended his left palm.

A huge explosion sounded before Baek Li-jung.

Kwang! Kwang!

Only then did Namgung Rak’s arm fully extend, and the explosion grew fiercer.

Roaring Song Splitting Wail Palm neutralized Namgung Rak’s Absolute Slow Sword. Simultaneously, Heavenly Vermilion Sword rotated fiercely and covered Namgung Rak’s entire body.

Hurricane Evil Destroying Sword.

Namgung Rak seemed to have no defense with his arm fully extended. Yet Baek Li-jung’s Hurricane Evil Destroying Sword couldn’t injure Namgung Rak and constantly whirled behind Namgung Rak. Stones were cut, the ground was dug, and dust wildly swirled.

Kurrrrrrr.

Absolute Slow Sword includes both attack and defense in one second. The attacking posture is the attack itself, and the attack becomes the defense.

However, then the tip of Namgung Rak’s topknot was cut and Namgung Rak’s hair came loose.

Namgung Rak’s eyes widened.

Simultaneously, the lips on half of Baek Li-jung’s face emitting evil black energy rose long.

“The only one I feared in the world was just one person, and he’s already dead. Do you think I would fear you, Sword King!”

Namgung Rak’s eyebrows contorted.

“Let’s see… if that’s… really so.”

Namgung Rak’s words stretched like taffy.

* * *

Tremendous dirt columns continuously shot up and explosions rang out.

Kwang kwang, power enough to shake the earth’s axis.

The Namgung Family disciples were greatly shocked that Baek Li-jung wasn’t being pushed back at all by Namgung Rak.

Wasn’t it completely different from the martial prowess known to the world!

But Jin Ja-gang, who had barely been watching the two’s fight from earlier, spoke to the Namgung Family disciples.

“You have work to do.”

The Namgung Family disciples wondered what he meant and looked at Jin Ja-gang.

Jin Ja-gang was turning his body.

“Follow me.”

“Wh-what are you doing!”

“Follow me. We must save them.”

Jin Ja-gang pointed to the place where ordinary martial artists were fighting.

“Aaaaagh!”

“Graagh!”

The Righteous Alliance had hidden among ordinary martial artists and was wildly slashing. With enemy and ally indistinguishable, the battlefield had become complete pandemonium.

The Namgung Family disciples were flustered.

“Master is fighting Unbreakable Heavenly Sword. Yet you’re telling us to leave?”

“Isn’t it rather good that Sword King is handling Unbreakable Heavenly Sword alone?”

“Looking at Unbreakable Heavenly Sword starting a fight with Master, there’s definitely a trap prepared. We must prevent him from using tricks!”

Jin Ja-gang answered.

“Unbreakable Heavenly Sword came to kill Sword King. He must have come because he’s confident. Yet it was Sword King who said he’d fight himself.”

The disciples’ faces reddened.

“Are you saying Master will lose?”

“Even if so, don’t tell us to abandon Master! We’ll protect Master’s back!”

Jin Ja-gang’s gaze grew cold.

“I hope Sword King doesn’t die. In other words, as long as he doesn’t die, it’s fine. However, if you don’t help, I won’t help you either.”

It was blatantly saying he’d use Namgung Rak as a delaying tactic.

The Namgung Family disciples were speechless.

“You call that…”

But Jin Ja-gang was already not looking at them. He was watching the pitch-black numbers of martial artists climbing the low ridge. Among them could be seen experts with different movements mixed in.

“When they come, everyone here will die. We need you. If not now, there’s no opportunity.”

Jin Ja-gang flashed the sword token of Yangtze River Sword Gate toward the Namgung Family disciples.

“If any righteousness remains in you, you won’t ignore this sword token!”

“Urgh!”

The Namgung Family disciples looked back and forth between the sword token and Namgung Rak. Whether Namgung Rak heard Jin Ja-gang’s words or not was unknown. However, with a fierce battle happening without yielding an inch, it was also a difficult situation to speak.

Jin Ja-gang shouted toward not only the Namgung Family disciples but also the Mount Hua Sect disciples.

“Follow me!”

Jin Ja-gang didn’t wait for an answer and flew his body first.

The Mount Hua Sect disciples had to uncover Northern Li Sword Immortal’s disappearance. However, surviving the Righteous Alliance’s trap was now the priority. They followed Jin Ja-gang according to his words.

From the Namgung Family side, Namgung Won, who was acquainted with Jin Ja-gang, moved first.

“I trust Grandfather. I’ll follow the Poison Dragon according to the sword token’s oath!”

Everyone had troubled faces, but there was no choice. All but one of the Namgung Family disciples followed Jin Ja-gang.

Jin Ja-gang pointed to the location where Yeong-gwi and Son Bi were fighting to open a path for the Namgung Family and Mount Hua Sect disciples who followed him.

“Go that way!”

The Namgung Family disciples bit their lips. Was he using them to protect those Jin Ja-gang brought from Sichuan?

But Namgung Won encouraged again.

“Trust the Poison Dragon!”

And Jin Ja-gang went to the battlefield where a chaotic battle was unfolding. Over a hundred had already been injured and dozens killed.

Jin Ja-gang went to a place where he could look down on the entire area and struck the upper trunk of a giant tree with palm force to break it.

Then he stood on top and shouted.

“From now on…!”

He drew up the Calamity Slaying Demon Spirit’s internal energy and roared with all his might.

“Anyone who moves without permission will all die!”

Urrrrrrr!

Jin Ja-gang’s internal energy became thunder and lightning, shaking heaven across mountains and fields. Water droplets in rivers and lakes jumped up as if boiling.

All hundreds of people, even Namgung Rak and Baek Li-jung, flinched and stopped their movements at once.

However, there are always those who don’t miss opportunities. While everyone stopped, someone slashed at the one they were fighting.

“Die!”

“Aaaagh…!”

At the scream, the martial artists flinched again and gripped sword hilts to swing.

At that moment, Jin Ja-gang extended both hands toward the one who slashed. Asura Scripture shot out and pierced through the slasher’s entire body. When Jin Ja-gang raised his arms, the one skewered as if on a spit struggled and floated into the sky.

“H-Hero! Poison Dragon Hero! I’m not a Righteous Alliance person! I’m…!”

But even his words couldn’t be distinguished as true or false. It was a situation where friend and foe couldn’t be distinguished at all.

Jin Ja-gang unhesitatingly spread both arms left and right. The Asura Scripture embedded in the body passed through, splitting the body left and right.

Thud thud thud!

The one who floated into the sky by Asura Scripture fell cut into dozens of pieces.

Jin Ja-gang released extreme killing intent.

Seeing Killing Intent, Viewing Killing Intent, and Observing Killing Intent all mixed and covered all directions. The terror of death ensnared the martial artists.

On top of that, the intimidation naturally ingrained in his body pressed down on them.

The martial artists got goosebumps and their bodies stiffened.

A few gazes turned toward the Righteous Alliance people running from the ridge.

Slash!

Among them, the heads of those who turned not their eyes but their heads were cut in midair and rolled down.

Jin Ja-gang was proving his warning was no empty words.