Chapter 367: Chapter 367

Shaolin’s momentum was truly remarkable.

They were those who had watched with their own eyes Shaolin being forced to close its gates by the Blood Heaven and the orthodox path collapsing. That misery could not be fully expressed, yet their strength was weak, so they could not rush in and bite.

It was because Shaolin’s strength had weakened that much, but due to this incident with Seonjin, they had stepped forward like this, risking their lives.

As the resentment they held burst forth, the momentum of the thousand-year Shaolin soared as if piercing the sky. The phrase ‘Taishan Beidou of the orthodox path’ was by no means said in vain.

‘Remarkable.’

Ma Jang-gang nodded as he confirmed it.

Because it had collapsed powerlessly, he thought Shaolin was also just talk. He had considered it in the same class as Wudang, which had merely watched all situations without doing anything.

However, the current appearance of the Shaolin monks was indeed like the Vajra Yaksha, and as if no one could stop them, they rushed in while spitting out storm-like power.

“I cannot lose either!”

If they were carrying the name of Shaolin, Ma Jang-gang was carrying the Hunan Dan Family. If he did worse than Shaolin in a place like this, he would have no face to see Dan Woo-hyun.

‘Well, thanks to that guy, there probably won’t be anyone thinking that way…’

Ma Jang-gang’s gaze turned toward Jang Sam-tae.

He was fighting a fierce battle against the one who appeared to be the leader.

Jang Sam-tae caught his breath.

Instantly, a flashing blade brushed past his nose, and at the same time, his collar was sliced off. The blade flying in without an inch of error showed that his blade was by no means shallow.

He thought he avoided it, but the sword was already in front of his eyes.

Whether this man’s sword was strange or his sword technique was strange.

Jang Sam-tae felt his heart drop every time the blade was swung.

“…You manage to avoid what cannot even be seen.”

“If I don’t avoid it, I die.”

The man looked at Jang Sam-tae with an absurd expression. He was instinctively grasping the position of the blade and avoiding it by a paper-thin margin.

The reason why this entire situation could not simply be laughed off was that he was already wasting nearly fifteen minutes against someone of a much lower level.

Taking his stance, the man dashed forward like an arrow.

His momentum looked ready to cut down Jang Sam-tae just like that and smack Ma Jang-gang beside him. However, whether his lightness art was simply no match for Jang Sam-tae, the swung blade absurdly sliced only the air, and its momentum vainly died and struck the ground.

Boom!

Jang Sam-tae did not miss the moment that heavy force directed toward the ground.

In terms of fast movement alone, he was more confident than anyone.

Digging in in an instant, he reached out his hand.

Heavenly Demon Heavenly Rotation Art (Chunma Hoecheongong).

It was a piece of the Heavenly Demon Divine Art and one of Sa Do-hak’s ultimate techniques.

Considering that no one who was hit by this had survived until now, if it hit directly, the man would also not be safe.

“You fellow! Demonic tricks!”

“Demonic tricks my foot. You lunatic! Your sword is more of a demonic trick!”

Boom, boom!

The man quickly twisted his body and avoided the Rotation Art. However, whether it was not perfect, his body flew up along with a roaring sound that rang in his ears.

His clothes were torn to rags, and he vomited a bowlful of blood with a gasp. The moment they saw him falling to the ground, the crowd of the Blood Heaven widened their eyes.

Because they knew that allowing a blow to someone who did not even have a name, rather than being defeated by the Sect Leaders of the Nine Sects and One Gang or the Family Heads of the Eight Great Families, was something that could never happen to that man.

Slash!

At that moment, Jang Sam-tae’s clothing tore open widely, and blood spurted. At the very instant the strike of the Rotation Art exploded, the blade extended as if crossing had sliced Jang Sam-tae’s chest.

Swerving heavily once, Jang Sam-tae fell flat onto the ground with a thud.

“D-Dammit…”

Slumped down, Jang Sam-tae clutched his stomach and frowned. The bright red blood showed anyone that his condition was not good.

The moment he perceived that his body was cut, even the pain he had not felt until now seemed to surge.

What was even more terrifying than the pain penetrating his bone marrow was that the fallen man stood up from his spot with an indifferent expression and began to dust off his clothes.

Wiping the blood from his mouth, he smirked.

“Heavenly Demon Heavenly Rotation Art… You fellow, were you on the side of the Demonic Cult?”

His single statement stimulated the eyes of everyone present.

The gazes of the orthodox martial artists who were swinging their swords glanced toward Jang Sam-tae.

Not to mention the Family Heads, those who held some position in the Nine Sects and One Gang also recognized the Rotation Art Jang Sam-tae had displayed just earlier.

Most of them seemed to think that the Hunan Dan Family was connected to the Demonic Cult.

At that moment, the man held his sword and took his starting stance.

“If it is the Rotation Art, then it’s the Heavenly Demon Divine Art… I see, are you the next generation’s Heavenly Demon? That highly renowned Demonic Cult has also gone downhill now.”

“What are you talking about? Why would I do that sort of thing?”

Jang Sam-tae shouted, frowning.

Even without this, he was dying of pain, and listening to the opponent’s nonsense made him feel annoyed for no reason. Raising his voice, the moment he tried to slowly stand up from his spot.

The man’s figure blurred.

Simultaneously, he appeared right in front of him. Revealing himself with a flash, the blade struck down at a speed too fast to even be seen by the eye.

The very moment Jang Sam-tae’s head was about to be split.

Clang!

A blade flying in from somewhere struck away that sword. The sharp sound of sword clashing against sword was heard, and soon something split in half and flew high into the sky.

“…….”

The moment the man looked at the place the sword flew from with a strange expression, his eyes shook greatly despite himself, and his hands trembled.

Three masked people.

If they were people who knew the Hunan Dan Family, there was no way they would not know them.

Gentleman Sword, Demon Heaven Lord, Ghost Face Mask.

They were the masters currently shaking the Hunan skies and earth, and they were such great figures that there was even a saying that the Hunan Dan Family existed because of them.

Such figures had appeared simultaneously.

They moved leisurely and swung their swords.

Especially, the blade of the Gentleman Sword at the very front was unseen by anyone present here, and the swung blade lightly sliced through all of the enemies in front of them.

Slash. Slash!

That movement was extremely light and elegant.

Everyone watching lost their senses.

Especially, the expressions of the Namgung Family people were even stranger, which was because the sword technique the Gentleman Sword displayed was vastly different from the sword technique they knew.

It was more sophisticated, like the pressure of looking at a king.

That dignified sword technique had something in every single move that astonished people. A sensation that made one feel they should naturally shrink and bow their head.

Namgung Yong trembled.

“F-Finally…”

Has he completed it?

He could not bring himself to say those words and swallowed them. The sword technique created with the determination to surely surpass Sa Do-hak.

Emperor Sword Form (Jewanggeomhyeong).

Indeed, when it was displayed in front of his eyes, Namgung Yong could not hide his deep emotion.

This was the same for all of the Namgung Family.

The Gentleman Sword sprayed bright red blood-rain and cut down everyone in the surroundings. That overwhelming power did not seem like something anyone present here could copy.

At that moment, the Gentleman Sword walked slowly and passed between the orthodox warriors. Every time he took a step, people naturally cleared a path for him.

Even the proud Tang Jung-ak stepped back a pace, as if his body naturally shrank. Soon, when he brushed past, the astonishing event of him even bowing his head occurred.

The Gentleman Sword’s gaze glanced toward Tang Jung-ak.

He could be seen trembling, clenching his fists with his head bowed. Although he was wearing an indifferent expression inwardly, he seemed to have lost his spirit despite himself at the momentum felt from the moment he appeared.

However, Namgung Cheon did not say a word and headed toward where Seonjin was. And standing tall in front of him, he looked at Seonjin and lowered his gaze for a moment.

Haggard state.

It was a state so different from the past that losing his dantian was clearly visible. Since even that robust body was now thin, looking at him was extremely painful, and sadness dwelt in his eyes.

“Are you alright?”

Then, he slowly reached out his hand toward him.

The voice coming from his mouth was soft. Although it was a briefly spoken statement, Seonjin seemed to have noticed something and widened his eyes.

Thud!

At that moment, a violent sound like a watermelon splitting was heard.

Demon Heaven Lord.

Before anyone knew it, he lightly gestured with a feeling different from the Gentleman Sword. Every time he did so, the people beside him flew away and crashed into the ground and trees.

It showed intactly how a person could die like this.

Before long, not a fierce battle but merely one-sided slaughter was being carried out in that place.

“Un… Unbelievable…”

“I had only heard about it, but isn’t he really comparable to the Five Emperors?”

Those who stopped their fighting spoke.

It was clear that life and death were crossing, but because everything unfolding in front of their eyes was so unrealistic, they even forgot that they were fighting.

“Sp… Spare me… Ugh!”

“Arghhh!”

The people of the Hyeongmun Sect began to flee blindly.

Since not only the Blood Heaven but even those they believed to be so strong could not hold out for a single move and became corpses, how could they bear to watch that terrifying sight?

Sa Do-hak.

For some reason, he walked with a displeased gaze. Everyone who came into his field of vision fell flat to the ground as a corpse without exception.

It was also Sa Do-hak who made the most corpses among the three. Walking without hesitation, he before long stood in front of Jang Sam-tae.

In the gaze looking at him bleeding and distorting his face fiercely, a somewhat dumbfounded or pathetic look was contained.

“What are you doing?”

“D-Don’t you see if you look? I am having a grand bout.”

“Haa… That state of yours is truly great to look at.”

“Why do you speak that way? I worked hard in my own way!”

Sa Do-hak shook his head.

Soon, he glanced at the men in front of him. Because they fell into a lull before they knew it due to the appearance of the three, not to mention Gwon Mu-jin, even Ma Jang-gang merely took his starting stance and no longer clashed.

The gazes of those people were directed toward Sa Do-hak.

Had they caught the scent of death flowing from his body?

The moment Sa Do-hak’s gaze locked onto each person, they trembled despite themselves.

“Are you guys the dog food called Blood Heaven?”

On Sa Do-hak’s face inside the mask, which looked down on the Blood Heaven so casually, a deep mockery was filled. Was it because it felt so different from what he had thought?

If not, was there another reason?

“Who are you? Do you think you can live after insulting the Blood Heaven?”

“Ah, do not worry. From my view, you guys and we are bastards who cannot live under the same sky anyway.”

Spitting out those words, Sa Do-hak reached out his hand.

A dark red energy began to gather in his palm. Although it was not large and others could not see it, it entered the eyes of the men in front clearly.

“No way!?”

“Shut up.”

Someone who noticed something let out a shout, bursting with alarm. However, Sa Do-hak released his momentum to block his mouth and vanished from the spot.

Whoosh!

A rough wind brushed past.

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