Chapter 152

Chapter 152

“Not interest.”
The Daoist Master of the Co-Faith, Kang Zhongzhong, looked at the fallen middle-aged man and shook his head.
“The Ten Demon Warriors who killed Priest Ping can’t possibly be unable to stop the Danyue One Sword.”
Chaing!
Suddenly, a shout rang out from the opposite entrance.
There was a young man trying to sneak out of the hut, and in front of him, a group of blue-robed Taoists blocked the entrance.
They were the masters of the Zhongnan sect.
Window, window, window!
Eventually, Sana drew his sword and attacked the Sect’s masters.
Hot steam rises from the man’s body with each dizzying clank of the armor.
But there was not a single bead of sweat on his face, as if he were wearing a bast mask.
“A flesh-and-blood formula. The author was a ten-horse warrior.”
Kang Zhongliang shouted to the disciples of the Co-Faith.
“Help them attack the Ten Horsemen!”
Whirligig.
Then the masters of the Co-Faith rushed to Ur and began to attack the young man together.
Cheers!
Sana stretched out his hands vigorously, as the masters of Co and Zhongnan surrounded him from front to back.
Pooh-pooh-pooh!
At the same time, a poisonous fog poured out, accompanied by a hair-thin barb.
But the masters were prepared for both poison and memorization, covering their noses and mouths with cloths soaked in an antidote.
Follow me!
Having deflected all of Wu’s blows, the masters of Co and Zhongnan began to press the man.
Their swordsmanship was not only consistently excellent, but they also maintained an exquisite formation.
Click!
Eventually, the sword grazed his shoulder, and he jerked back.
“Jongnam and Co.”
As the man muttered something dejectedly, Han Sung, who had been watching from the back, stepped forward.
“Art thou a ten-horseman?”
“Yes.”
The young man wiped his face lightly with his sleeve, and his expression changed from plain to icy and cold.
It was Seok Woo-hyung, the ten horsemen of the extreme fierceness.
“You set up a trap to get me.”
Han Sung smiled coldly at Seok Woo-hyung’s words.
“Of course. I don’t think an ultra-lethal killer would pass up such a great opportunity.”
In the confines of the Longsword Mountain Range, there is a target, the Great Master.
The hut is even packed with people from all sides of the political spectrum, as the Geumbunse Ceremony is taking place…….
If you’re a good killer, you won’t want to miss this opportunity.
“Did you kill the female priestess?”
At that moment, a middle-aged man with the appearance of a god walked out of the Sect’s ranks, waving his sackcloth.
He was the third of the Seven Swords of Zhongnan.
“Answer.”
Looking at Duac’s stern expression, Seok Woo-hyung smirked.
“What does it matter who killed him?”
“What?”
“You and I are nothing more than puppets on a pedestal.”
He thrusts his halberd forward and says, “I’m not going to lie.
“Let’s see the end.”
“You’re overconfident.”
Han Sung looked at Seokwoo, who had torn the cloth around his shoulders, and said coldly.
“You mean you can take on the masters here alone?”
“…….”
“You were arrogant.”
Han Sung stared at Seok Woo-hyung with a blank stare.
“Of course, you knew there was a trap here, and you were confident that you could break it.”
He snorted lowly.
“But you didn’t expect that not only the masters of this hut, but also the masters of Zongnan and Co. would surround you, did you?”
“Hoo hoo hoo.”
Seok Woo-hyung, who had been listening to the story in silence, suddenly burst out laughing.
“Hahahaha, I was arrogant?”
Seok Woo-hyung looked at Han Sung, Kang Zhongliang, and Duak once, then slowly spoke.
“This place has not taught me arrogance, and I already knew that Zongnan and Co. would be waiting for me here.”
“What?”
“How long are you going to keep running your mouth?”
Raising his killing sword, Su Wuheng coldly raised the corner of his mouth.
“I’m getting a little tired of this.”
Then Han Sung, Kang Zhongliang, and Duak’s foreheads simultaneously grew bloodshot.
“Gaijin!”
With a shout, Zhongnan, Co, and the martial artists of the Zhang Sword Mountain Village all began to attack toward Shi Yu.
Flanking him on the left and right are the martial artists of the Zhongnan and Co-faction. In front of them, the martial artists of the Long Sword Mountain wield the Siffern Sword.
Not even the strongest of men would be able to withstand such an attack. Nevertheless, the corners of his mouth curved into a relaxed smile.
“If I die, you won’t be able to kill Hanseong either!”
Seok Wuheng, who was still swinging his sword, let out an unintelligible shout into the air.
“When the hell are you going to get out!”
Uh-oh.
Suddenly, a silent tension poured from the backs of the men.
The tension was so muted that it felt like a fog was pouring in.
“Ouch!”
As they turned to look, a man in a gray longcoat moved like a ghost behind them, knocking over displays.
“How about that one?”
Han Sung’s eyes widened as he watched.
Unlike the usual technique of shooting out tension and hitting, the tension in the room spread like a fog.
And those who were struck by the tension fell, spitting blood from the corners of their mouths.
“Seal of Death?”
Han shouted out as he watched the soundless tension spreading through the air.
“You’re the Ten Warriors of the Demon Palace!”
The cloaked figure that appeared out of nowhere was Miao Tianwu, one of the Ten Devils of the Netherworld Palace.
“Seokwoo!”
Myotian cried out as he unleashed a subtle yet rapidly spreading tension.
“As promised, I will take Hanseong’s head!”
Seokwoo traveled to the Longsword Mountain Range, expecting a trap. Before he infiltrated the place, he contacted Myotian Wu, one of the surviving Ten Demon Warriors.
He promised to surrender Hanseong in exchange for fighting alongside the masters of the various factions who had joined forces and were in hiding.
-Why are you giving me such a losing proposition?
At that time, Myo Tianwu asked, and Seok Woo-hyung immediately replied.
-Jongnam and Co. are constantly tracking me. If I don’t take care of them this time, my future will be severely limited.
-Why me? If you want to join forces, Buunseol…… might be the guy for the job.
-Buunsun…….
Su Wuheng said coldly with a blazing gaze.
-He’s just a competitor to be defeated!
After much deliberation, Myotian accepted the offer.
He dared not aspire to be the heir to the throne, only to win this fight he had been forced into.
And when Jong-nam and his co-masters showed up, he helped Seok-woo deal with them, as promised.
Pow!
Myocheon-woo knocked down the uninhabited people of the Janggum Mountain Resort like straw bales.
He unleashed the divine law like a frenzy, and the masters of Co and Zhongnan were stunned.
His Seal of Destruction has already surpassed the realm of the Burning Heaven and reached the realm of the Blood Heaven.
The moment he was struck by the tension, a sharp inner ball pierced into his body, tearing through his qi and destroying his five organs.
“Kaboom!”
“Ouch!”
Zongnan and his fellow onion masters were all headed toward Seokwoo.
However, the ranks are quickly crumbling when Myotian Wu suddenly appears and unleashes the Seal of Death from the outside.
“I’ll stop them!”
When the Qin Dynasty was on the verge of collapse, Han Sung, who had been watching, stepped forward to confront Myotian Wu.
Boom!
Immediately drawing his sword, Han Sheng unleashed the Flowing Dragon Sword Technique, the mastery of the Long Sword Mountain School.
After ten seconds, the sword Qi of the Yurong Sword was fading, and a fog-like killing force was enveloping Han Shuo’s body.
The Dragonblade is no match for the Reaper.
“Help the castle!”
Han Youngbaek, who was watching the scene, quickly shouted out.
“Don’t worry, dad, I can handle this guy on my own!”
“Mmm.”
Han Youngbaek, sensing Han Sung’s curious exclamation, muttered to himself.
The Zhang Sword Mountain School is a prestigious sword school, but hasn’t produced a great swordsman in a long time.
Because of this, it didn’t have the reputation it was widely believed to have.
Han Sheng plans to use this opportunity to single-handedly defeat the Ten Demon Warriors and make a name for himself.
“Take it!”
Outnumbered, Han Sung changed his swordsmanship along with his qi.
Then a puzzled look crossed Myo Tianwu’s face as he poured out a dizzying amount of tension.
It was not the Yurong Sword Technique that he deployed, but Amifa’s Scented Cloud Sword.
“You mean to tell me that the owner of the Zhang Sword Mountain Hall has become a disciple of Amifa?”
Despite Miao Tianwu’s sneer, Han Sheng silently deployed the Xiangxiang Cloud Sword.
As the master of the Long Sword Mountain, the leaders of the Martial Sect taught him the purification of the Amifa’s Scented Cloud Sword intensively.
This is because his childhood training in the Yuron Sword Technique is the ultimate in cloud swords, which violently changes the direction of the sword.
It was very similar to Amipa’s Scented Cloud Sword.
“Ha!”
Han Sheng deployed the Sword of the Scented Clouds, and Myo Tianwu was quickly outnumbered.
Ssshhhhhh!
The sword herb has developed in the neck and chest area, with the sword qi coming from the left side and waist.
Unable to predict the Chosu defense at all, Miao Tianwu had no choice but to retreat under the strain.
“That’s Amifa’s sword…….”
The murmurs of the warriors who watched from afar were audible.
The Unsword is both similar to and completely different from the Yue Sword of the Zongnan Sect.
If the Yue Sword is like the wind that blows away your entire career, the Cloud Sword is like a cloud that disappears and then suddenly reappears.
“If so…….”
A violet glow emanated from Miao Tianwu’s eyes as he stretched.
“If you can’t predict the defense, preempt it!”
Myochennu, who had been taking care of business, poured out another seal of death.
The plague, which had initially spread like a fog, stood still and tense, as if suspended in thin air.
He’s applying one of the Seal of Death’s greatest tricks, the Eternal Immortality Penetrating Mind, to counter Unsword’s superpower.
Cha-bang! Pow!
The disappearance and reappearance of Zhang Ying and Gum Ying dazzled people’s eyes.
Seal of Death and Scorched Cloud Sword are the ultimate in dragon amber.
It was a constant battle of first moves, but it wasn’t going anywhere.
“Ouch!”
“Kaboom!”
The screams came from the wrong place.
Meanwhile, Seok Woo-hyung is taking care of Jong-nam and Co.’s drones one by one.
“You bastard!”
The masters of both the Sino-North and the Common schools were greatly perplexed.
They were all highly skilled masters, and the prowess of Duak and Master Kang Zhongliang, two of the top masters of the Seven Swords of the Sect of the South, was almost supernatural.
Still, it didn’t make sense to me that they were drowning in water rather than dealing with the rains.
“Those who have only learned martial arts in the conduit are no match for the skill I have seen.”
Not only does the Extreme Killing Arts specialize in the art of killing people, but the vacuum is no less than any other of the ten martial arts.
However, as he deployed his various poisons and memorization techniques, he was able to overwhelm them despite being outnumbered.
“Help them!”
Han Yingbaek shouted, but the martial artists in the Zhang Sword Mountain Hall had already fallen.
“You mean to tell me we can’t catch those two with this many men!”
Han clenched his fists.
The son of the great master, the unarmed men of the Long Sword Mountain Village, and the help of Zongnan and Co.
It was a no-brainer.
The Ten Horsemen are warriors of reversal who have faced countless challenges since the Infernal Plane.
Unless you’re a mastermind, you’re unlikely to find anyone who can push them over the edge.
“Crack!”
With a short scream, Zongnan and his fellow masters collapsed again, spewing blood.
All that remained were Kang Zhongliang and Duak. And there were only five masters each.
“Han Zhangzhou. We’ll give you an arm and a leg!”
At that time, dozens of the martial artists among the guests drew their swords and said to Han Yingbaek, “I’m sorry.
“They seem to be overwhelmed, so we’ll help them too!”
There were more than three hundred martial artists who had come as guests to the Zhang Sword Mountain Lodge.
If they all step up, there is no stopping them, even if it’s just Hal-ae-bi, who is not a ten-man army, but a ten-man army.
“Maybe they’re not coming after all.”
Muttering an unintelligible monologue, Han nodded as if he had no choice,
“Woof.”
Suddenly, the warriors began to feel nauseous.
“Woof!”
Once the nausea set in, even the otherwise healthy warriors began to vomit.
“There’s poison in the food!”
Then someone shouted.
All the food that had been served so far had been poisoned.