Chapter 401: Chapter 401

A cold silence hung.

No one could continue speaking. That was the same for the man called Yeom as well.

Did he remember the names of those he killed?

He did not remember such things.

Unless he received someone’s request and was trying to kill that specific target, there was no way he would particularly remember the names.

Because in the first place, when going to kill the leader, there was no such thing as even remembering the names of the subordinates under him.

“…Keuh!”

Yeom gritted his teeth.

Dan Woo-hyun was searching all directions to kill the Blood Demon, and since his goal was the Blood Demon, the appearance of the ones under him would not have even caught his eyes.

Let alone names, there was no way he would know how he killed them, why he killed them, and in what manner he went on killing them.

Yeom gritted his teeth hard despite himself.

The moment he thought of it, blood rushed to his head.

“Damn bastard…!”

“You play the drum and the double-headed drum all by yourself.”

“I will not let you be.”

“Those who spoke such words exceed a hundred. Every single one lay down first.”

Tremble, tremble-

Yeom trembled and gritted his teeth.

His eyes shined murderously. The emitted killing intent was sharper than ever, a sensation like it was tearing through the skin.

No one standing in that place could stand properly on both feet.

Yeom smoothed up his hair.

He was not particularly angry at Dan Woo-hyun’s words.

Rather, he was feeling a shame to the extent that he could not bear it.

A single word spat out, that leisure seen by eyes. Even with the strongest under heaven called Yeom in front of his eyes, that gaze that did not even look at him as much as an insect.

It was so in the past as well.

Against Yeom, who was a strong person counted on fingers in the Central Plains at that time, the one called the Martial God merely played with him like a toy held in his hand and then discarded him.

Experiencing the same situation once again was indeed unbearable.

Was that not why Yeom learned the Martial God Cultivation Classic?

His surging blood energy went on dominating all directions like crazy.

For a moment, the pressure swelled up more and more to the extent of stopping even the fight, snatching everyone’s gaze, and looking as if making even their hearts kneel and trampling them.

Trickle-

Even Tang Sa-hwi could not escape that influence.

He, who was sitting down with a thud and breaking into a cold sweat, was engulfed in a sensation like his heart stopped, feeling this absurd momentum.

He could absolutely not win.

Shock and fear wound in his head.

“Die! Die and repent! For having looked down on this Yeom! I will gouge out those eyes that look at this Yeom and trample them hard!”

“You are acting up.”

Dan Woo-hyun let out a smirk.

Clear ridicule.

The opponent’s confidence does not reach his heart in the slightest.

Piercing through the momentum like an incoming tidal wave, he walked out slowly. Everyone’s gaze naturally looked at such Dan Woo-hyun.

Could he move even in this kind of momentum?

Or was he doing that to commit suicide?

Against one whom it felt they could never win unless they were an expert of the Sword Emperor’s level, what was he trying to do?

The moment every single one looked at Dan Woo-hyun while harboring doubts, his sword was swung.

Dan Woo-hyun, who had been approaching step by step, was standing right in front of Yeom’s nose before they knew it. That movement was like flowing water, to the extent that one would think he was in that spot from the very beginning.

However, he was not.

The distance between Dan Woo-hyun and Yeom was ten zhang.

It was a distance that could by no means be called close, and Dan Woo-hyun had done nothing more than walk a few steps at most.

Yet before they knew it, was he standing in front of Yeom?

The moment everyone let out shouts of shock and watched that scene.

Slash!

Dan Woo-hyun’s sword, swung lightly, sent Yeom’s head flying.

The head that flew nimbly hovered in the empty air.

Soon, it fell to the ground absurdly lightly. That expression was the same as when he was emitting momentum, as if he had not even grasped the distance between Dan Woo-hyun and himself.

He seemed to not know at all what kind of thing he suffered.

Splash!

Before long, blood surged thickly from the torso that had lost its owner.

The torso that swayed greatly fell over absurdly easily.

Thud!

That sound was a bolt from the blue.

Although it was nothing more than merely a person’s corpse falling, to everyone in that place, it was heard louder than thunder.

The one whom no one could easily handle.

Even if the details are different, the one whom even Tang Sa-hwi, one of the Seven Stars under heaven, could do nothing about, fell over unable to endure even a single sword at most.

Since he died in a state where he did not even know how he died, how could they speak of this surprise.

At that moment, Dan Woo-hyun glanced and turned his gaze.

It was unknown whom he looked at.

He merely stared at one place, and slowly began to walk toward it.

Under the dark night sky.

Everyone watched him vanishing between the forest once again with shocked looks.

“Indeed, that person…”

Namgung So-hye let out a sigh and spoke.

The ability to suddenly appear and suppress Yeom in an instant. It was to the extent of being hard to believe even when seeing with eyes. However, it actually took place, and that could be called a good opportunity for the Orthodox-Unorthodox Alliance.

“What are you all doing?!”

Namgung So-hye made a sharp shout.

While the Blood Heaven crowds, who lost the owner they must protect, were flustered, they had to bring back this war situation by any means.

Her voice woke up everyone’s minds.

The things taking place in front of their eyes were truly unbelievable, but even so, it was not the time to be spaced out.

“Die!”

“Uwaaa!”

They rushed in while riding the momentum in an instant.

No one could break the morale the Orthodox-Unorthodox Alliance held currently.

Those who lost their head could not shake off the ominous heart, and soon realized they were at a disadvantage.

Naturally, the situation tilted.

Although the Blood Heaven crowds resisted strongly, Namgung So-hye’s skills at the front line were too overwhelming for them to handle.

Since even Ma Jang-gang, who caught his breath somewhat, also joined, they overturned the battlefield situation in an instant and had the victory right before their nose.

The surprise of the Sichuan Tang Family, especially Tang Jung-ak and Tang Sa-hwi, who should have led all of this situation according to plan, was unspeakable.

They knew at least that the potential of the Hunan Dan Family was scary, but they had not thought it was to this extent. Merely a single sword at most against Yeom, who looked the strongest among the five men.

He had accomplished a task that even the Sword Emperor of the world could not achieve.

Tang Sa-hwi’s hands trembled violently.

What if he clashed with Dan Woo-hyun?

The sweat condensing in his palms did not easily cool.

* * *

Crash!

“Keuh!”

Mu Cheon-pung, who was struck by palm force, flew and hit a rock. Spitting out a handful of blood, his appearance sprawled on the ground looked extremely bad.

Sprawled limply, he was barely catching his breath.

It was a situation where they did not know how long that thread-like breath would last.

The man called Su looked at Mu Cheon-pung with an absurd expression. The four men who stepped forward proudly and provoked them.

Did they call them the peak experts of the Hunan Dan Family?

However, in reality, the moment they clashed hands, he realized.

Mu Cheon-pung was not his opponent.

While his experience was unmistakably large, his internal energy was not as strong as he thought, and his body displaying martial arts was also not agile, giving a feeling of being stiff somewhere.

The man, who thought of him as a strong person in his own way, realized his thought went amiss and clicked his tongue.

“Stupid indeed. Rather, the guy Pung chose would have been good.”

“Cough…!”

Mu Cheon-pung trembled violently.

The gaze looking at the one in close proximity was ruined like looking at a dead fish. His complexion turned blue-black as if his breath would stop right away, and his pupils were also slowly dilating.

Mu Cheon-pung tried to extend his hand.

The man stared at it quietly.

Perhaps because he realized there was no hope, he did not deal the final blow. Engraving the appearance of the dying one in his eyes, he soon clicked his tongue.

Thud.

Mu Cheon-pung’s hand fell to the floor.

Soon, his eyes closed, and not even a sound of breathing was heard.

“Boringly…”

The man clicked his tongue once again and turned his head.

Although he liked tormenting the living, he had no hobby of playing with corpses.

Was he going to find the next prey?

The man called Su began to move toward the place where the Orthodox-Unorthodox Alliance was with a disappointed expression.

Simultaneously, he saw something.

There seemed to be a figure of a person in front of his eyes.

Even though it was night, since he had already far transcended the realm of distinguishing night and day, if someone were present, he would have been able to engrave that appearance in his eyes.

However, it was like a shadow yet also not, an incomprehensible appearance.

He blinked his eyes once.

That blurriness vanished and was not seen.

The moment he wondered if it was an illusion.

Slash!

His head soared up.

He did not know what happened. The head that soared up looked at a man in the inverted scenery, as if his consciousness was still connected.

Since when was he in that spot?

The shadow stood blankly in front of Mu Cheon-pung.

That was the last scenery of this world the man saw.

“Foolish indeed. To fight a fight you cannot win.”

Dan Woo-hyun looked at Mu Cheon-pung who was sprawled. The gaze looking at the one whose breath stopped was still calm, so it was unknown whether he was sad or simply felt nothing.

The tone he spat out was also silent.

“No… well, I thought I could win…”

At that moment, Mu Cheon-pung, who had closed his eyes quietly, flashed his eyes open.

Differently from thinking he became a corpse, he slinked up from his spot with a quite fine expression.

The sight of him brushing off dust on his clothes with thuds showed he bled quite a bit, but it was not an appearance as if his breath would stop.

Dan Woo-hyun frowned.

“Is it the Turtle Breathing Art?”

“…Yes.”

“You learn such a thing well indeed.”

“No, well… it has many uses in various ways.”

At Dan Woo-hyun’s gaze, Mu Cheon-pung replied while breaking into a cold sweat. He witnessed the absurd divine power of cutting down in a single moment the man he had struggled to face.

Though he looked young, his martial arts had reached the heavens.

‘Isn’t he stronger than Sa Do-hak?’

Thinking so, that Sa Do-hak was flustered in front of Dan Woo-hyun was understood in its own way.

“Did you escape from the Imperial Palace with that?”

“Yes… I tell you it has many uses.”

“It is a boast.”

Dan Woo-hyun shook his head and let out a sigh.

That the one who survived in this manner was Mu Cheon-pung, not Jang Sam-tae, seemed somewhat dumbfounding to him.

“Teach that Sam-tae fellow later as well. Because he seems likely to use it better than you.”

“I… I shall do so.”

At the words he could not tell whether was sarcastic or not, Mu Cheon-pung naturally nodded his head.

Though it was a martial art learned with difficulty in his own way, he did not feel very pleased since it seemed treated with contempt.

“Do you want to learn it too? It is a quite di… fficult martial art.”

“No interest.”

“…Even though it is a lo… fty martial art?”

“No need.”

Cutting off his words, Dan Woo-hyun began to walk once again.

Mu Cheon-pung, who was staring at it blankly, scratched his head and followed behind.

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