Chapter 245 -. Mount Hua is Submerged in Blood, and Demon Fist Walks the Blood Path (2)

When people think of Mount Hua Sect, they think of the Upper Palace on Lotus Peak. And they believed everything about Mount Hua Sect was in the Upper Palace. This was because most of the famous major sects in the Central Plains, like Shaolin Temple and Wudang Sect, gathered in large compounds with magnificent palace complexes. But Mount Hua Sect was different.

The treacherous Mount Hua didn't have enough flat ground for such large palace complexes. Therefore, Mount Hua Sect's main organizations were scattered throughout the mountain.

The True Warrior Palace, symbol of Mount Hua Sect's martial might, was located at the peak of Cloud Terrace Peak, while the Golden Heaven Palace, Precious Mystery Palace, and Spirit Treasure Palace were situated in places hidden from outside view.

The most widely known places to the world were just the Jade Spring Temple at the mountain's entrance and the Great Peace Palace halfway up. Even for ordinary people, access was limited to Jade Spring Temple.

Jade Spring Temple was the gateway to Mount Hua. Therefore, numerous masters were always stationed at Jade Spring Temple. Befitting their role as guardians of Mount Hua Sect's entrance, the masters at Jade Spring Temple were among the elite within the sect.

In particular, the current Jade Spring Temple master, Sage Hyeon-woo, was a master of considerable caliber even within Mount Hua Sect. Naturally, his martial arts had to be formidable.

Except for Sage Hyeon-geom, who could be called the symbol of Mount Hua Sect's martial might, there weren't many warriors within the sect who could match him.

Now this Sage Hyeon-woo was sprawled on the cold ground. His body was brutally slashed, and his wide-open eyes had long lost their vitality. The blood flowing from his body was staining the blue stone floor red.

"Temple Master!"

"Hick!"

Cries of Mount Hua Sect disciples burst out everywhere.

Their condition was no less tragic than Sage Hyeon-woo's. They were rolling on the ground, barely clinging to life.

The Demonic Cult warriors passed over them.

Crack!

Their cries were silenced under the Demonic Cult warriors' feet.

The Demonic Cult warriors were like a massive tsunami. Appearing without any warning, they swept through Jade Spring Temple in an instant.

The Huayin County area was Mount Hua Sect's territory. Everyone living here was connected to Mount Hua Sect either directly or indirectly. Therefore, when strangers appeared, it was immediately reported to Mount Hua Sect.

The eyes and ears of everyone living in and around Huayin County were Mount Hua Sect's proud intelligence network. Yet the Demonic Cult warriors had completely deceived these eyes and ears of Mount Hua Sect, launching a surprise attack that annihilated Jade Spring Temple.

At the center of this was Sang Han-cheon.

Though it appeared to be an indiscriminate attack on the surface, Sang Han-cheon had done quite a lot of preparatory work for this day.

First, he steadily sent Demonic Cult warriors in groups of three or four into the Huayin County area, using them to manipulate information.

Fortunately, with warriors fleeing from Shaozhou and nearby areas steadily flowing in, no one noticed the Demonic Cult's infiltration.

The first step was difficult, but everything after that wasn't so hard. Once they had blinded Mount Hua Sect's eyes and ears, they secretly positioned secondary forces around Jade Spring Temple.

After all forces were in position, they led the Demonic Cult's elite in a lightning raid. Attacking from both inside and outside, the Jade Spring Temple warriors had no chance to resist.

Sang Han-cheon suddenly looked back. He saw an old man with bones like a whirlwind. Sang Han-cheon bowed his head respectfully to the old man.

"Master! The cleanup is complete. Shall we ascend Mount Hua?"

"Well! It doesn't seem over yet."

The old man who slightly shook his head was none other than Cheon Oh-kyung.

A look of doubt appeared on Sang Han-cheon's face.

"What do you mean?"

"Can't you feel it?"

"Pardon?"

"Well! It might be too much for you yet. There's an extraordinary master on Mount Hua."

Cheon Oh-kyung's gaze turned toward Mount Hua.

In the distance, Lotus Peak was visible. A powerful energy wave felt from there was stimulating his senses. The opponent contained such powerful energy that it could be felt even from this far away.

"Is he coming?"

Just as he had sensed the other, the other had sensed him and was moving.

Sang Han-cheon looked back.

He saw a giant of enormous size, easily two heads taller than ordinary people.

The giant's name was Hwang Yeol. He was the hall master leading the Mad Demon Hall, one of the Demonic Cult's inner organizations.

The Mad Demon Hall was literally a place gathering demons obsessed with fighting. Gathering naturally fierce people obsessed with fighting in one place meant endless incidents.

Therefore, the Mad Demon Hall was the most troublesome and problematic organization even within the Demonic Cult. Hwang Yeol was a fighter who had perfectly controlled such a Mad Demon Hall.

The two thousand demons behind Hwang Yeol were visible. They were the culprits who had annihilated Jade Spring Temple.

The Mad Demon Hall's demons were emanating an ominous aura, waiting for orders to fall.

It wasn't just the Mad Demon Hall. Dan Ho-sang, the Invincible Spear and one of the Seven Great Demon Masters, along with numerous other masters had joined the battle.

Above all, this was a war that Sang Han-cheon himself participated in. It was a force that couldn't possibly lose even if they tried.

Cheon Oh-kyung suddenly clicked his tongue at the madness felt from behind.

'Tsk! Even demons should have their way…'

They had none of that.

Because of such people, his beloved Divine Cult was called the Demonic Cult.

Though this fact was regrettable, he had no right to blame them. After all, he too had joined this bloody battlefield for personal vengeance.

That's when it happened.

"Stop!"

Along with a lion's roar, numerous warriors poured down from the mountain. They were Mount Hua Sect warriors.

"They're here."

Cheon Oh-kyung put aside his thoughts and looked at the Mount Hua Sect warriors.

He was there.

Sage Hyeon-geom, a middle-aged warrior reminiscent of a perfected divine sword.

Behind him were Mount Hua Sect's masters and disciples, including Sage Hyeon-cheon. They were enraged at the tragedy of Jade Spring Temple.

Sage Hyeon-cheon stepped forward and raised his voice.

"How dare Demonic Cultists trample the sacred ground of the Taoist sects."

His voice echoed throughout Jade Spring Temple like a lion's roar.

"Was Mount Hua Sect anything special? We trampled it before too."

Hwang Yeol sneered.

His voice was loud and resonant like a bronze bell, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

At that moment, flames shot up in Sage Hyeon-cheon's eyes.

Hwang Yeol's words stirred up the sense of defeat that Sage Hyeon-cheon had harbored for a long time.

How could he forget that day?

The memory of Mount Hua's fall.

His master, uncles, and numerous martial brothers lost their lives that day, leaving an indelible scar on his heart. That scar still pained his heart.

Sage Hyeon-cheon ground his teeth.

"We will never lose again."

He had been training with bitter determination since that day.

He pushed his disciples to the extreme to make them stronger. In the process, people like Dam Ho were pushed away and distanced, but he didn't regret that decision.

'Even if I went back to that time, I would make the same decision.'

Sage Hyeon-cheon shouted.

"This is thousand-year-old Mount Hua. Will we let Demonic Cultists' feet trample this sacred place where our ancestors' spirits dwell again?"

"No!"

Mount Hua Sect's disciples responded with powerful shouts. Their cries echoed through every valley of Mount Hua.

"We are proud disciples of Mount Hua Sect. Today we will drive out the Demonic Cult and uphold the righteousness of the murim. We will become part of murim history."

"Waaah!"

Sage Hyeon-cheon's cry moved the hearts of Mount Hua Sect's disciples. Their roars made all of Mount Hua burn with passion.

Mount Hua Sect disciples took up their weapons.

In their sight were the fallen warriors of Jade Spring Temple. They were Mount Hua Sect disciples who had studied together. Naturally, they knew their Taoist names and faces.

'These vicious Demonic Cultists! Today we'll settle this life and death matter.'

'I'll avenge them even if it costs my life.'

Their anger pierced the heavens. In contrast, the Demonic Cult warriors' atmosphere was calm. But this didn't mean they were intimidated.

They were suppressing their anger and madness, about to burst at any moment. They were calmly waiting for Sang Han-cheon's orders to fall.

That's when it happened.

Cheon Oh-kyung, who had been silent until now, stepped forward. As if they had been waiting, Sage Hyeon-geom also came forward from the Mount Hua side.

They were the greatest masters among those gathered here. Knowing this fact, no one from either side dared speak carelessly.

Cheon Oh-kyung spoke first.

"This old one is Cheon Oh-kyung of the Divine Cult. May I know your Taoist name?"

"Hyeon-geom… that is my Taoist name."

"So it is indeed Sage Hyeon-geom. I've heard much about how remarkable Mount Hua's Sage Hyeon-geom is."

"You flatter me, Master."

Sage Hyeon-geom answered respectfully. Though usually extremely arrogant, he wasn't so now.

His skin tingled. His body was reacting on its own since the moment he faced Cheon Oh-kyung.

While others might not know, Sage Hyeon-geom could feel Cheon Oh-kyung's strength. His strength made Sage Hyeon-geom unable to move carelessly.

Cheon Oh-kyung was carefully observing Sage Hyeon-geom.

"Yet it seems the rumors don't even capture half the truth. It seems you've had remarkable achievements recently."

"I recently had an enlightening experience."

"Enlightenment, is it. How envious. I wonder what kind of enlightenment led to such an increase in martial power."

"What other enlightenment could a warrior have? One gains insights through battle."

"I'm curious who you fought to gain such insights. Could you tell me?"

To outsiders, their atmosphere might have seemed as friendly as close acquaintances chatting. But intense tension flowed between them.

Sage Hyeon-geom said:

"If you're truly curious, defeat me. Then you'll naturally know."

"Mount Hua… truly an extraordinary place. After the great master Hyeon-so, to produce a divine sword like you."

"You know Brother Hyeon-so?"

Sage Hyeon-geom showed a puzzled expression. Cheon Oh-kyung gave a gentle smile.

"I met him once before. I've never seen anyone with such high Taoist power."

"Indeed, Brother Hyeon-so's Taoist power is profound. Though embarrassing, I too only realized this fact recently."

"I truly feel sorry towards Brother Hyeon-so. Mount Hua is a place he truly loves, yet here I am attacking it with my sword."

The thing that troubled him most when coming to Mount Hua was Sage Hyeon-so. Though they spent just one night together, they formed a deeper bond than with any other acquaintance.

He felt ashamed to point his sword at the land Sage Hyeon-so loved. But vengeance for his disciple had blinded him, ultimately bringing him here.

Sage Hyeon-geom spoke as if understanding Cheon Oh-kyung:

"Isn't that what the murim is?"

"Yes! That's the murim. That's why it's more frightening. Once entangled in grudges, they can never be undone."

Cheon Oh-kyung let out a deep sigh.

"Considering the connection with Brother Hyeon-so, couldn't you withdraw?"

"In my heart, I wish I could. But I cannot. By chance, is the young sect leader of the Hundred Battles Sect staying here?"

"Why do you ask?"

"There's only one reason to seek someone in the murim."

"Grudges and debts."

"Correct! That child killed my disciple."

"Hmm!"

Sage Hyeon-geom let out a contemplative sound.

In the murim, grudges were like shackles impossible to escape. Once entangled, it was nearly impossible to break free by oneself.

That's when it happened.

"I am Cho Yeon-woon, young sect leader of the Hundred Battles Sect."

Cho Yeon-woon's voice rang out powerfully across the grounds.

In his hand was the massive Banner of Hundred Battles, having come down Mount Hua belatedly. Upon seeing the banner, flames shot up in the Demonic Cult warriors' eyes.

The Banner of Hundred Battles was a symbol of shame to the Demonic Cult. Their shoulders trembled with shame.

Cheon Oh-kyung's gaze turned to Cho Yeon-woon holding the Banner of Hundred Battles.

"Cho Yeon-woon… I see. So you are Cho Yeon-woon."

"Who are you, elder, to seek me out like this?"

"I am a foolish master enraged at losing my disciple to you."

"I don't know who your disciple was, but I won't apologize for that. Battles in the murim inevitably bring grudges."

"I understand. If you had, I would have been disappointed."

Despite Cho Yeon-woon's bold answer, Cheon Oh-kyung smiled calmly. He hardly looked like someone facing his disciple's killer.

But Cho Yeon-woon could feel it. The killing intent in Cheon Oh-kyung's eyes. The deep sorrow. In his appearance, Cho Yeon-woon overlapped someone else's face.

"Jo Ja-kyung… You're his master."

"That's right."

"He was stronger than any warrior I've ever fought. I have no shame as I defeated him in fair combat."

"You have nothing to be ashamed of. But I am ashamed. Blinded by revenge for my disciple, I killed your master."

"What did you just say?"

"I wanted you to feel the pain of losing a master like I lost my disciple. So I killed your master. How does it feel? Will you feel the same pain as me?"

"What nonsense? My master is dead?"

"That is the revenge I can take on you. You too shall live in the same pain as me for the rest of your life."

"Ahhhhh!"

Cho Yeon-woon's scream echoed across Mount Hua. The thread of reason in his mind snapped.

He charged at Cheon Oh-kyung.

That became the starting point of the war. Mount Hua Sect and the Demonic Cult clashed.

Swish swish. Swish.

The seemingly endless silent battle between sword and shield was decided much faster than expected.

This was because Ye Jin-gyeong was suddenly pushed back in the subtle combat. Ye Jin-gyeong’s sword caught on the shield, bent greatly, and was deflected.

Ye Jin-gyeong’s face contorted. A subtle foreign sensation felt when operating internal energy interfered with Ye Jin-gyeong’s concentration.

‘Poison!’

The poison Jin Ja-gang had released while coming had also affected Ye Jin-gyeong.

Ye Jin-gyeong immediately leaped into the air and caught his deflected sword. Gu Ryun didn’t miss the opportunity and made the shield’s blades spring out before throwing it toward Ye Jin-gyeong.

Whirr!

The shield with eight protruding blades flew filled with internal energy. Ye Jin-gyeong stepped on his left instep with his right foot and made another leap in the air. Gu Ryun drew a short blade and threw it. The shield struck by the short blade changed trajectory and chased after Ye Jin-gyeong.

Ye Jin-gyeong turned his body and stepped on his sword floating in the air to leap again. Gu Ryun drew and threw several short blades. The shield struck by the short blades rotated at even faster speed as it followed Ye Jin-gyeong.

Crack!

The shield struck Ye Jin-gyeong’s shoulder as it passed. Ye Jin-gyeong’s shoulder split open. Due to being poisoned by bracken poison and his body becoming uncomfortable, Ye Jin-gyeong’s lightness technique wasn’t smooth.

Ye Jin-gyeong’s discomfort was only slight, but that alone was sufficient advantage for Gu Ryun who was facing him.

Gu Ryun threw three short blades in succession.

Pop pop pop!

Like striking a spinning top, the shield accelerated further as it flew toward the back of Ye Jin-gyeong floating in the air. Ye Jin-gyeong consumed all his remaining true energy and threw his sword at Gu Ryun, using that reaction to fly far away. Gu Ryun also couldn’t disregard the move Ye Jin-gyeong had thrown while risking his life. Gu Ryun leaped up to avoid the sword and shouted.

“Are you running away!”

Though Ye Jin-gyeong’s face reddened from wounded pride, he already knew from sounds heard outside that the White Tiger Earth Emperor Pavilion warriors were being defeated, so he didn’t delay any longer.

Ye Jin-gyeong fled without any reply.

“Damn. I let him escape.”

Gu Ryun clicked his tongue and retrieved his shield that had fallen and embedded in the ground. His forearms and hands were covered with bruises. Even though he had deflected most of Ye Jin-gyeong’s strikes on the shield, internal energy had continuously flowed in, accumulating shock in the hands gripping the shield and creating wounds.

* * *

Ye Jin-gyeong leaped over the wall of Shangqing Palace and jumped down to the front courtyard where the White Tiger Earth Emperor Pavilion warriors were. Blood had burst from his shoulder, soaking his entire upper body in blood.

Gam Chung laughed and said.

“Oh my. You’re quite injured?”

That made Ye Jin-gyeong even more furious.

Ye Jin-gyeong ground his teeth while looking at the dead White Tiger Earth Emperor Pavilion warriors. Only four had survived out of twenty. The cost of raising one White Tiger Earth Emperor Pavilion warrior of such skill was dozens of gold taels. Yet in an instant, he had lost power equivalent to hundreds of gold taels.

Because the Tang family and Mount Emei didn’t cooperate, he had fallen into a trap and suffered massive losses. However, it was difficult to hold the Tang family and Mount Emei responsible. They had offered to help, and it was Ye Jin-gyeong who had refused their assistance.

Even the Martial Alliance hadn’t directly told Ye Jin-gyeong not to receive help. They had simply not sent cooperation documents to the Tang family and Mount Emei, making Ye Jin-gyeong act on his own.

Ye Jin-gyeong felt bitter inside.

All of this was his responsibility.

“Let’s return!”

Ye Jin-gyeong guarded the rear until the remaining White Tiger Earth Emperor Pavilion warriors limped out the gate.

Ye Jin-gyeong glared at Jin Ja-gang and said.

“I’ll withdraw for today. However, whether you were originally from the Medicine Gate or an orthodox sect, from this moment on, you will become the Martial Alliance’s top elimination target.”

“Are you saying I should have sat still and died when you tried to kill me?”

“That’s right.”

Jin Ja-gang re-gripped the Soul Seizing Thread.

Click.

“Then I’ll have to kill you here.”

Rather than mere provocation, Jin Ja-gang genuinely revealed killing intent toward Ye Jin-gyeong. Gam Chung beside him was so flabbergasted he stuck out his tongue.

“A friend who doesn’t know what’s scary. How did he survive this long with such a personality? Do you know who that is? Thunder Brand Sword. One of the Martial Alliance’s two hunting dogs along with Indestructible Heavenly Sword.”

Indestructible Heavenly Sword Baek Li-jung!

“Then all the more reason I should face him.”

Fire lit up in Ye Jin-gyeong’s eyes.

“Insolent brat…”

But then Gu Ryun walked out from inside and stopped Jin Ja-gang.

“Just let him go. There’s a big difference between killing them all and letting them return alive.”

Jin Ja-gang looked at Gu Ryun.

“What difference?”

“If we kill them all, we’ll earn the wrath of the entire martial world and tremendous numbers will swarm to kill us.”

“What happens if we let them return alive after defeat?”

“Since they became a laughingstock in the martial world, they’ll harbor poison and stronger ones will quietly come to kill us.”

Gam Chung burst into hearty laughter and said.

“I find the latter more frightening!”

Gu Ryun chuckled and threw Ye Jin-gyeong his sword.

“Go. Before I change my mind.”

Tendons stood out on Ye Jin-gyeong’s jaw. He could have fought more if he wanted to fight, but he couldn’t cause any more damage. He was also worried about the other warriors waiting below. Preserving military strength was as important as his own life.

Ye Jin-gyeong picked up his sword and cupped his fists.

“I’ll remember this debt.”

Jin Ja-gang thought he should kill Ye Jin-gyeong, but Gu Ryun seemed to have other thoughts. So he endured and stepped back.

Gam Chung waved his hand at Ye Jin-gyeong.

“Ah, if you’re done with business, go home safely? Heh heh heh!”

Ye Jin-gyeong descended the mountain with his warriors, his face flushed red.

Gu Ryun looked at Jin Ja-gang and said.

“Kid, you think Thunder Brand Sword ran away because he was scared? He retreated to save his subordinates. If he loses White Tiger Earth Emperor Pavilion warriors, he can’t avoid being held responsible even if he kills us all. We just need to buy time until Fairy Maiden comes out. There’s no need to corner Thunder Brand Sword further and turn him into a vengeful ghost. That would create unnecessary damage.”

“I see. I understand.”

Gu Ryun chuckled and said to Jin Ja-gang.

“And you really did well doing this much alone. Your skills are much better than expected.”

Jin Ja-gang lightly acknowledged the praise with a nod and looked down toward the mountain gate. He was worried about Tang Ha-ran.

* * *

The twenty White Tiger Earth Emperor Pavilion warriors and two hundred Sword Hero Squad members waiting at the mountain gate were also fighting with the Evil Sect.

Though the Evil Sect numbered slightly less than thirty, most were renowned skilled fighters, so they were hardly being pushed back. Rather, they were somewhat pushing forward. Still, it wasn’t without casualties.

“Ugh!”

One Evil Sect martial artist became a porcupine covered in sword wounds and died. The White Tiger Earth Emperor Pavilion warriors, blood-splattered and covered in gore, immediately pulled out their swords and moved positions to attack other Evil Sect members.

When White Tiger Earth Emperor Pavilion warriors deployed the three-person combined formation, they could face one or two Evil Sect martial artists. However, the Sword Hero Squad were merely ordinary second-rate warriors, so even when several attacked together, it was difficult to face one Evil Sect martial artist. The Sword Hero Squad warriors were relatively continuing to decrease in number.

Bang! Boom!

Bone-chilling collision sounds burst out in succession.

Deputy Pavilion Master Tomb-Bare Reverse Fist Hyeop-su of the White Tiger Earth Emperor Pavilion fought Tang Ha-ran while throwing a punch. The massive internal energy contained in the punch pressed down on Tang Ha-ran.

Tomb-Bare Reverse Fist Hyeop-su was possessed of such tremendous strength that he could overturn large tombs with one punch, making them appear naked. Already two Evil Sect martial artists had died after being hit by his punch, becoming meat paste with crushed limbs.

Tang Ha-ran continuously struck with palms to weaken the fist force.

Thud thud thud! Bang!

Striking the fist with palm force, the bones rang from the rebound force. Tang Ha-ran reduced the fist force to less than half while dodging. Even so, her shoulder ached as if crushed by the pressure of the deflected fist. In an instant, blood vessels inside her shoulder burst and bruised.

Tang Ha-ran used the Tang family’s Golden Thread Hand to grab Hyeop-su’s wrist, put it over her shoulder, and struck up with her elbow. Hyeop-su’s elbow bent with a cracking sound. Hyeop-su shouted and raised his left fist to strike down from above.

Tang Ha-ran released his arm and struck Hyeop-su’s exposed side with the back of her hand. Tang Ha-ran had also reached a considerable level in internal energy. The force contained was not insignificant.

Crack.

The sound of Hyeop-su’s ribs cracking could be heard. Due to the pain, Hyeop-su couldn’t strike down at Tang Ha-ran. Instead, he grabbed Tang Ha-ran’s head with one hand and struck up at her abdomen with his knee.

Tang Ha-ran hastily gathered her arms to block, but the impact lifted her body into the air. The internal energy contained in Hyeop-su’s fist and the rebound force caused by Tang Ha-ran’s protective energy rang out like striking a gong.

Ugh, blood leaked from Tang Ha-ran’s mouth. Hyeop-su struck the floating Tang Ha-ran’s stomach with his left fist.

“Not there!”

Tang Ha-ran desperately twisted her body. At that moment, Bian Bu threw iron awls from the side. The awls stuck in Hyeop-su’s shoulder and arm. Thanks to this, the fist’s power was considerably weakened. Tang Ha-ran was hit in the side and flew away, rolling on the ground several times.

Hyeop-su pulled out the embedded awls and looked back at Bian Bu with a fierce gaze. Just as he clenched his fist and walked toward Bian Bu.

“Waaah! Waaah!”

Suddenly heard baby crying echoed in his ears, temporarily disrupting his internal energy flow. His face reddened, his blood raced, and lewd thoughts began to emerge.

“Evil Lustful Sound!”

Hyeop-su had to stand still for a moment and regulate his breathing to calm down.

Flower Snake Divine Woman, holding a baby, smiled sweetly at Hyeop-su.

“Great hero, you have tremendous strength? If you have trouble controlling your surplus strength, there are other methods… would you like to hear about them?”

The seductive voice again stirred up Hyeop-su’s internal energy. Hyeop-su had to grit his teeth tightly and tense his body to calm his fluctuating lustful thoughts.

“This wicked woman…”

Having already seen Flower Snake Divine Woman bewitch and kill several Sword Hero Squad warriors, Hyeop-su glared and emitted killing intent.

Bian Bu pulled back both arms then thrust forward, throwing ten awls. Hyeop-su stepped forward with the True Step and thrust out a punch.

Bang!

Internal energy exploded in midair and the awls scattered in all directions. However, Tang Ha-ran had earlier twisted his elbow, so Hyeop-su’s elbow was swollen.

One slender Evil Sect martial artist among them didn’t miss the timing and attacked Hyeop-su together. Hyeop-su indiscriminately pushed and struck the Evil Sect martial artist charging with a short blade using his left fist. The Evil Sect martial artist’s short blade shattered, his fingers were crushed, and his head flew off.

Thud!

The Evil Sect martial artist collapsed and died as he had been charging.

“Damn! I want to fight strong guys too, so you small fry get lost!”

Remnant Wind Guest was facing six White Tiger Earth Emperor Pavilion warriors while holding an axe twice the size of his head.

Clang clang! Clang!

The six White Tiger Earth Emperor Pavilion warriors deployed White Tiger Heavy Momentum in three-person combined formations to tie down Remnant Wind Guest. Remnant Wind Guest was someone who had fought and fled from the entire ForesGreen Eighteen Strongholds, famous for having many masters. His skills were formidable, but he was frustrated being unable to do anything against six pairs of hands. He had killed about two at first, but that was all.

“Raaaaar!”

When Remnant Wind Guest swung his axe with terrifying momentum, the White Tiger Earth Emperor Pavilion warriors gave up crossing swords, retreated, then charged again to persistently press him.

“These fly-like bastards!”

Several stabbing wounds had already appeared on the hot-tempered Remnant Wind Guest’s body.

But then a long whistle sound was heard. Though low due to containing internal energy, it continued long without breaking.

Wheeeee!

Then the White Tiger Earth Emperor Pavilion warriors hesitated briefly. Hyeop-su contorted his face and retreated.

“Prepare to withdraw!”