The moment the neck of Go Jong-hak was snapped in the hands of the young Taesa, the Sam Sado did not care for the death of his son.
He must have gone to the Doywon Hyang.
The Blood Flame Sect did not worry about the safety of those who returned.
It was the trivial matters of the current world that angered them.
"A lowly creature."
The scum of Ip Hwang-seong moved his hands recklessly.
Though he had talents unseen before, he was still not a match for the world.
He was merely behaving like a bug.
"Capture him."
The leader of the Blood Flame Sect said quietly.
Sitting in the Taesa's seat, he rested his chin on his hand, and his silver hair, glimmering due to its luster, flowed down.
His expression was hard to read.
At the very least, it seemed he did not have the immediate execution of Taesa in mind. 'This cannot happen.' Sam Sado thought.
The lowly creature of Ip Hwang-seong was quite dangerous.
His innate talent was unfathomable, and his temperament was erratic.
Few had the qualities to act recklessly in front of the leader.
He would grow into an uncontrollable figure. - The root must be cut.
He spoke through the technique of Eogijeonseong, sending secret messages to several people.
It was a fleeting moment.
The enraged elders rushed toward the young scum, but they would find it hard to handle the might of the Blood Flame Sect.
He possessed martial arts and had even learned the Mara Gyeonghyeol Gong.
The swords of the Blood Flame Sect could not contend with him. - "Yuk Sado. Step forward." - "Do not give orders."
A voice that seemed to rise raw from the depths of his being responded.
Sam Sado glanced at Yuk Sado, who had a gaunt frame and a stern impression.
There were four Sados in the main body of the Blood Flame Sect.
Excluding the scouting Yuk Sado and Sip Sado, there were only two left.
Yuk Sado could also be considered absent.
He was a lost breed pursuing the extremes of the unlearned despite having learned blood arts.
If he were to break the limbs of the lowly creature of Ip Hwang-seong without showing a disgraceful appearance, it would indeed fall to Sam Sado himself to step forward.
He rose from his seat.
He operated the Mara Gyeonghyeol Gong.
Immediately, a rich divine energy surged from all over his body, filling him completely.
Whoosh! Sam Sado expelled the blazing true energy forward along with his thoughts.
The net of his momentum ensnared the entire body of the Taesa, who stood there calmly.
It was a rising study that was praised to be comparable to the royal sword of the Namgung family.
It would feel like an intangible prison.
Would he dare to receive even a single move? He was a young fool intoxicated by his own talents.
Not even a moment was to be wasted. 'I must tear off his limbs.' He looked at the creature whose eyes were tinted with a pale sky color.
The Sado's eye technique pierced through the young creature's gaze.
The movement of his pupils was strange.
While blocking the assault of the swords, he was looking elsewhere.
He seemed to be submerged within himself.
It was a sight to behold.
His mind was focused elsewhere.
"I have come to know your family well. A trifling third-rate martial family."
Sam Sado spoke slowly as he descended the stairs.
"Hanam, Shinya-hyeon. Jeong Gajang."
His memory was clear.
"You enjoyed fertile land that did not suit your status."
Due to the complex structure of the Thirteen Heavens of the Sapa, he had to cooperate with the sword spirits of the Paegyeom sect.
It was a task to drain the power of the wondrous tree of the world.
He commanded to remove the cumbersome third-rate family and burn the land.
The leader was also empty-handed, so in essence, that lowly creature had acted as a great master in front of his enemies.
"Do you know that your ancestor, Jeong Gajangju, was a well-known playboy in Hanam? He was said to have spread numerous rumors with various noble ladies. With quite an outstanding appearance, he even seduced your mother. The narrow-mindedness of the previous leader of the Divine Sword Alliance is known throughout the world, yet upon seeing that, he thought he was a gentleman. He kept alive the scoundrel who took his daughter, severing ties with the family."
There was a hint of laughter in his tone.
It was mockery.
"Your father is a scoundrel, and that makes you a lowly creature. Even if you are the grandson of Ma Yeonjeok, it is the same. The old fool feared that the lord of Ip Hwang-seong would beg for revenge, so he decided to spare you, yet you repaid the kindness of our sect with enmity."
The moment the left eye of the Chil Sado fell, all the hidden forces of the Blood Flame Sect were mobilized.
They even threatened the Hao Moon, where the lower class exchanged news.
They were to gather all information about Ip Hwang-seong.
It was a ridiculous matter.
The one spared out of concern for future troubles had turned into another trouble.
The intricacies of the martial world were indeed profound.
"The Chohyeol Gong was well exchanged."
Sam Sado's voice grew rough.
The power that had reached the realm of the Sado boiled up to his throat.
"Now, I have no need for your trifling limbs. Just having a mouth will suffice. I will slice you from beneath your nails with a great needle. Even your arrogant words and actions will become humble when your skin is peeled away."
Crash! The lowly creature was managing to withstand the combined assault of the Blood Flame Sect's swords quite well.
In a trance, he spun around and struck out with his hands.
His movements were fluid.
The internal energy, operated with astonishing delicacy from the blood path, approached with a calm aura.
The energy of the Mara Gyeonghyeol Gong was being unleashed, and like martial arts, he smashed the heads of the swords without restraint.
It was astonishing once again.
He was not a being to be taken lightly.
"Come out."
He commanded softly, and the swords withdrew.
In an instant, a path opened.
Sam Sado moved toward the lowly creature.
"The peak of martial arts encompasses the experiences of the martial world. Such is the nature of man. He grows stronger with time. Your paltry senses have yet to awaken. It is a matter of a moment's insight."
He spoke, knowing he was not being listened to.
He aimed to sever the limbs of a rising talent that could leave a significant mark on the martial world.
It was inevitable that a strange feeling would arise.
"One move. The moment you try to block, you will be killed, so act properly as a lowly creature."
It was then.
Boom! In an instant, the heavens trembled.
Sam Sado doubted his own senses.
Even having reached the realm of the Ascendant, he felt this way.
Did he see it wrong? No. Bang! The second rumble was different.
Something had shattered.
For a moment, it felt as if the heavens and earth were being reborn.
Suddenly, the Iyeomhyeol Spirit Formation arose.
If his intuition was correct, it was indeed a rebirth of heaven and earth.
It was the ancient barrier that had protected the main body for hundreds of years.
The destruction of the Iyeomhyeol Spirit Formation meant the collapse of the Blood Flame Sect's heaven and earth.
"Moon Spirit Divine Technique!" It came from behind.
The leader, who had been watching leisurely, suddenly stood up.
The demeanor of an absolute being had vanished.
Bang! In an instant, a white storm swept in.
The fragments of the shattered barrier swirled around.
Sam Sado felt it immediately with his vast sense.
The energy scattering in all directions pressed down on the main body along with the winds of the outside world.
Wow! It was the sound of the mixed breeds of the martial world invading from all directions.
What had the Chil Sado and Sip Sado been doing? They had long gone out on a reconnaissance mission with several elite swords.
It was unclear what had happened.
It was meaningless now.
Sam Sado fell into panic.
Even the top masters of the main body, who could sense the dissolution of the formation, felt the same.
Those who could act as strong figures anywhere in the world all gazed upward.
There was someone descending from the distant sky.
In an instant, a figure that seemed to vanish into the wind appeared on the ground.
With hair and clothing of a verdant hue, she radiated an otherworldly clarity.
It felt as if she were detached from reality. "..."
A woman, as if a descending fairy, lightly touched the ground.
The presence emanating from her was anything but ordinary.
The bodies of the masters of the Blood Flame Sect stiffened.
The greater the height of martial arts, the greater the fear that must be felt.
She was not a fairy.
She was indeed the Yama of the underworld.
She stepped calmly, like a mountain stroll.
The hem of her grass-green robe brushed the ground with a soft texture.
When had she drawn her sword? The radiance flowing down from the raised sword seeped into her luminous eyes and fair skin.
It felt as if the sunlight had suddenly brightened.
"Mi... Chin..."
The leader of the Blood Flame Sect muttered.
Those who discuss the world have an image of absolute beings etched in their minds.
Her face was the first.
Whether it was a regional warlord or a great faction of the martial world, it was said to be the same.
The royal family of a small country was no different.
"Is it the lord of Ip Hwang-seong...?" Sam Sado's voice trembled with doubt.
It was because reality had not yet approached.
The situation was such.
An appearance that could not be contained by a single image was the same.
It was an extreme beauty, so recognition was delayed.
It could not be.
A face was not important.
When the lord of Ip Hwang-seong took another slow step forward, Sam Sado finally felt a chilling shock, as if an icicle had pierced the back of his neck. 'This is a crisis for our sect!' The pressure that seemed to quietly push away the space layered upon his skin.
The martial force he faced was at a level that could not even be gauged.
"Step forward!" He commanded the many elders of the sect.
Just then, the lord of Ip Hwang-seong moved.
She did not allow the lowly creatures any further leeway.
The moment the glaring Sam Sado shouted, she was already striking at him from the front.
Was it a technique of shortening the distance, as if a celestial being was closing in? It was an unreal technique that transformed into the wind.
Her white sword flickered like a transparent breeze.
Thud.
Sam Sado's head fell.
It was an end unworthy of a notorious top master.
The name that had traversed the vast lands of the Central Plains vanished in vain.
Jeong Yeon-sin opened her eyes wide.
She suddenly emerged from her trance.
The energy of the upper chamber and the scene before her aligned. 'I did not see the first move.' Jeong Yeon-sin speculated.
It was the same as herself.
Sam Sado had not recognized the hand that had taken him and had perished.
He must have only been certain of the death that approached him.
He had only seen the hand she raised.
He could not capture the sword path with his eyes.
An absolute master.
Or perhaps an unparalleled master.
The meanings were different, but the feelings were the same.
No matter who they faced, they would hold the advantage.
There was no one in the world to compare. 'They say the fruit of the wondrous tree is not an object of plunder.' The words of the onlookers were correct.
The tree that bears the most divine elixir in the world would endure under her protection. "..."
A death-like silence enveloped the inner courtyard of the leader's hall.
The intruder who had stormed into the banquet hall had slain the Sam Sado, who was beneath one and above ten.
However, even in deep sorrow, one must consider their opponent.
The silence was profound.
Only the cheers and momentum of the martial world outside rose high.
Step.
The leader of the Blood Flame Sect suddenly descended.
It was before the lord of Ip Hwang-seong.
The blood-red robe, embroidered with a golden dragon, fluttered late.
He tossed his white hair back and opened his mouth.
"This is our first meeting."
"I have nothing to discuss with a sinner."
The tone of the lord of Ip Hwang-seong was devoid of emotion.
The sword was the same.
Without any premonition, a pale sword light flashed, and blood burst from the neck of the leader of the Blood Flame Sect.
The high masters of the Blood Flame Sect around him gasped.
The ancient blood of the absolute being flowed out as easily as a dream.
However, he did not die instantly.
The leader of the Blood Flame Sect had already stepped back half a step.
It was a significant indication.
He had reacted to the sword strike.
He had properly executed the evasion technique.
Hehe.
The mouth of the leader of the Blood Flame Sect, which had made a sound like coughing up phlegm, twisted.
His bright red lips were torn wide to the sides.
In that moment, Jeong Yeon-sin clearly saw it.
The wound on his neck swelled and rapidly regenerated, a sight more bizarre than his laughter.
He was a grandmaster of blood arts.
The regenerative ability of the Blood Flame Sect was on a different level.
At the same time, the figures of the two absolute beings vanished.
It was as if they had entered another realm.
It was an unimaginable achievement of internal energy.
Bang! Even though it rang out from a distance, it nearly made her stumble.
The wave that struck her ears was tremendous.
It was still not visible.
Jeong Yeon-sin quickly raised her true energy.
There was no need to contemplate internally.
She surrounded her ear canal with a barrier of internal energy.
The delicate task was completed in an instant.
By delving into the Myeolma Cheonggangsu and the Mara Gyeonghyeol Gong, her mastery of internal energy advanced a step.
"Leader, where are you?" "I am fighting against the evil!" The heads of the masters turned back.
It was the back mountain of the leader's hall.
Once again, a sound that seemed to shake the heavens and earth rang out.
It was as if hundreds of thunderous explosions had gone off at once.
An enormous cloud of dust rose.
It was only then.
The intervals of the deafening sounds changed intermittently.
The clashes of the absolute beings were only noisy at the beginning. 'One breath.' Jeong Yeon-sin calmly assessed.
She had heard of the realm of the unparalleled master.
The breath of an ordinary person was no different from eternity.
As expected of masters who were hard to gauge, it seemed there were more evasions and feints than clashes.
Jeong Yeon-sin soon set aside her thoughts.
"Eradicate the evil sect!" "Uproot the evil! Exterminate the demons!" The sounds of sword strikes and energy bursts grew closer.
The martial artists who had begun to strike the main body of the Blood Flame Sect were coming.
Those rushing in, carelessly brushing aside the enemies' weapons, were familiar faces.
Cheong Myung was the fastest.
Next were Wi Ji-myo-hwa and Baek Mi-ryeo.
The guardian of the So Sin Seung, Gak Jeong, was no less than them.
Even the plum blossom swordsmen of the Hwasan Sect were present.
It was a welcome sight.
It felt like a comforting bed was approaching.
"Jeong, Jeong So-hyeop...!" It was clearly heard.
At the forefront was Heon Won-chang.
He came running with a face that looked like it had been starved.
He unfolded his lightness skill, cleverly dodging the strikes of several Blood Flame Sect members.
Upon seeing Jeong Yeon-sin, he even managed a weary smile.
He was still a comrade. 'He has recovered his martial arts.' While feeling greatly relieved, Jeong Yeon-sin's mind spun tightly.
She recalled the victory of the lord of Ip Hwang-seong.
However, the leader of the Blood Flame Sect was also one of the top masters in the vast Central Plains.
She could not imagine him being easily defeated.
If that were the case, the sacrifices would be greater.
She understood with just a glance.
"You were the disaster of our sect."
The Yuk Sado, who had begun to emit killing intent from one side, was a significant problem.
The way he alternately gazed at Jeong Yeon-sin and the martial artists was extremely threatening.
There were few strong figures that could be compared to the black lord of Ip Hwang-seong. 'There is no top master that can match the Sado.' Even if there were hundreds of martial artists pushing in from all sides, it was the same.
The same went for the dozens of Blood Flame Sect swords.
The swords of the main body might even conquer a region, not just a county.
It meant they were rare strong figures in the martial world.
"The great lords of Ip Hwang-seong are coming!" Cheong Myung shouted as he rushed forward with his lightness skill.
It was undoubtedly a show of bravado.
When the energy of the upper chamber rose, she had already observed.
There were no black figures among the allies.
It was the moment the chronic problems of Ip Hwang-seong were revealed.
There was a lack of manpower to encompass the vast Central Plains.