The Sichuan martial world missed the large-scale movent of the Heaven of Killing Emperors.
The Tang family and the Qingcheng Sect, being long-standing prestigious families in the land of Sichuan, had the entire Sichuan region in their sights, both knowingly and unknowingly. They had even made extensive reinforcents to their surveillance network. Nevertheless, they had missed the movents of the Heaven of Killing Emperors.
"Even if we were to be overlooked, I can't quite understand how even the Hao Sect missed them."
The third elder of the Qingcheng Sect, Liu Zhangwen, expressed his doubt.
It was a reasonable doubt. The surveillance network of the Hao Sect was the best in the world.
"They say they moved in small numbers under the cover of darkness and only rged into one group when they got close to Chengdu. Assassins are a place that is renowned for being secretive."
The Tang Family Head, Tang Huazhong, replied.
As soon as Tang Huazhong learned that the Killing Lord was targeting Chengdu, he went to the Sichuan branch head of the Hao Sect, Yuexiang, and asked for help. Yuexiang readily agreed to help. But the result was not very good.
"It seems the Killing Lord has made up his mind."
Tang Huazhong added.
The fact that the Heaven of Killing Emperors moved secretly and swiftly ant that they intended to see the end before Tianlian arrived.
So, both Tang Huazhong who was speaking and the others who were listening had serious faces.
"How long do you think it will take for Tianlian's reinforcents to arrive?"
"Shaanxi and Hubei are close. There's also Guizhou Province. They should arrive in about three or four days. The problem is the master who can face the Killing Lord, and it would be great if soone like the Six Orthodox Heavens could rush over day and night, but..."
Tang Huazhong trailed off.
It ant that a wish was just a wish, and such a thing would not happen.
Although renowned masters of the Sichuan martial world like the True Heaven Sword Elder and the Fragrant White Sword were also present, they all just wore heavy expressions as if in agreent and said nothing.
"Tang Family Head."
The third elder of the Qingcheng Sect, Liu Zhangwen, called out with a heavy face.
"Please speak."
"A desperate fight is not the only answer."
"......!"
"If we retreat to our sect, we can buy two days' ti."
He was suggesting that they close the gates of the Tang family and flee to the Qingcheng Sect.
This was a proposal that Tang Huazhong could not accept.
"If the Killing Lord heads to Qingcheng, where do we go?"
Tang Huazhong asked.
It ant, were they going to keep running away?
"Didn't the Tang Family Head say so? That Tianlian's reinforcents would arrive in about three or four days."
It ant they should avoid the fight at least until Tianlian's reinforcents arrived.
In fact, that might be the wisest thod.
Everyone, including the True Heaven Sword Elder and the Fragrant White Sword, looked at Tang Huazhong. They had the sa thought.
In fact, Tang Huazhong also thought so.
Because hitting a rock with an egg was a foolish act.
But there was the tradition of the Tang family. No matter how great the enemy, the Tang family does not run away. The Tang family never retreats. The Tang family was one that found a way to live in the midst of death.
As the head leading the Tang family, he could not reject the path that the successive Tang families had walked.
"The Tang family will not leave this place. The rest of you, please retreat to Qingcheng and plan for the future."
Tang Huazhong stood up from his seat. And he clasped his hands towards everyone.
"I have to prepare to face the Heaven of Killing Emperors, so I cannot see you off far."
After saying those words, Tang Huazhong went outside.
Outside the main hall, Tang Huaping was waiting.
"The children?"
"I sent them to the Flower Moon Pavilion. I told them I would send them to the Hua Family Clinic if the situation looked bad."
Tang Huazhong nodded at Tang Huaping's answer.
He could not drag even the children under the age of fifteen into death. If they survived the assassins of the Heaven of Killing Emperors, the Tang family would be rebuilt by those children.
"But I don't see Young Hero Ban."
"......?"
Tang Huazhong looked at him with a puzzled expression.
The reason they had decided to send the children to the Hua Family Clinic was because of Banjeok Myeong. But he was not to be seen?
"Since when?"
"I don't know. I was so busy that I couldn't pay attention."
Since he had heard the news that the Heaven of Killing Emperors had entered Chengdu, he had been moving frantically, so he did not know when Banjeok Myeong had disappeared.
"He'll show up when the ti cos. Let's decide to send that brat to the Hua Family Clinic then."
"Yes."
"The preparations to face the Heaven of Killing Emperors?"
"I have distributed all the poison and hidden weapons."
"Well done."
"Brother."
"Hm?"
"It's been a while since we could fight to our heart's content."
Tang Huaping grinned.
There was no trace of fear of having to fight the Killing Lord.
"Yes. We can fight to our heart's content."
Tang Huazhong also grinned.
Thus, the Tang family was preparing for a desperate fight against the Heaven of Killing Emperors.
***
The ti when darkness began to fall.
Banjeok Myeong was looking at a large mansion. To be precise, he was feeling a huge presence inside the mansion.
"The Killing Lord..."
One of the Seven Lords of the Unorthodox Path, the king of assassins who was also called the Dark King in his youth.
Banjeok Myeong, who had stopped, moved his steps again.
In front of the main gate, a few people dressed in black from head to toe were visible.
They were the assassins of the Black Killing Squad of the Heaven of Killing Emperors.
The assassins of the Black Killing Squad, who had discovered Banjeok Myeong approaching in a straight line, began to be on guard.
Banjeok Myeong continued to approach, and when the assassins of the Black Killing Squad guarding the main gate asked for his identity, he sent them flying with one punch.
As he stord into the mansion from the main gate, making a commotion, dozens of assassins rushed in like a wave, shouting that he was an enemy. At a glance, the number was well over fifty.
As soon as they discovered the wide-open main gate and their fallen comrades in front of it, they threw their hidden weapons.
The hidden weapons poured in as if filling the darkening space.
Banjeok Myeong just walked.
Countless hidden weapons hit his body, but not a single one stuck and they all fell to the ground.
Banjeok Myeong continued to walk towards the surprised assassins. And after crossing about half of the front yard, he suddenly kicked the ground and shot forward.
A volley of hidden weapons that shot in like a downpour.
Banjeok Myeong rushed towards the assassins, taking them with his whole body as if he were running through the rain.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!
An unstoppable rush and a storm-like punching.
The assassins flew away, spewing blood. It was useless even if they threw hidden weapons and swung their weapons. Only their clothes were damaged, and not a single scratch was on Banjeok Myeong's body.
Banjeok Myeong didn't pay any attention to the assassins' attacks and drove them away with indiscriminate punching.
It was truly a one-man show.
One assassin flew away with each punch.
There were no exceptions. There were those who retreated from their positions in advance, but there was no one who could avoid or withstand his punches.
"Who are you!"
A stern roar burst out.
The appearance of a master. An old man dressed in a navy blue martial arts uniform. It was the Heavenly Killer, Gu Zenglu, one of the five great guardians of the Heaven of Killing Emperors. When Gu Zenglu appeared, the assassins retreated behind him.
"Are you from Qingcheng? Or Tianlian?"
Gu Zenglu asked.
Since he used his fists, he had concluded that he was not from the Tang family.
Banjeok Myeong did not answer.
Since the presence of the Killing Lord was still there, there was no need to reply.
Banjeok Myeong imdiately kicked the ground and shot forward.
His speed was so fast that Gu Zenglu was startled.
Spurt, spurt, spurt!
Gu Zenglu, who reflexively threw hidden weapons and retreated, befitting one of the five great guardians of the Heaven of Killing Emperors.
In a normal case, when hidden weapons flew towards one's eyes, one would either block them or twist one's body to avoid them.
That was the reaction of the opponents Gu Zenglu had fought so far.
But Banjeok Myeong was different.
He rushed at Gu Zenglu, taking the hidden weapons with his bare body at the sa speed he was shooting in.
Gu Zenglu, whose eyes were wide open, stretched out his twin palms.
Thwack!
The twin palms struck Banjeok Myeong's shoulder.
But that was all.
Banjeok Myeong rushed at the sa speed he was shooting in, ramming into Gu Zenglu and rushing even faster.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Iron Mountain Strike!
He rushed like a flash of lightning, ramming into Gu Zenglu with his shoulder, broke through the wall of the building and stord inside, then shot out through the opposite wall. And without reducing his speed, he crossed the second front yard, broke through the outer wall of the next pavilion and jumped inside, then jumped out of the pavilion again and rushed in a straight line to the heart of the mansion.
Thwack!
Banjeok Myeong, who had broken through the main gate of a large main hall.
When Banjeok Myeong stopped his rush, Gu Zenglu was thrown into the middle of the main hall in a bloody ss.
"Uuuuugh!"
Gu Zenglu, who was groaning in a pain he had never even imagined.
Banjeok Myeong took his eyes off Gu Zenglu and stared ahead.
He saw an old man sitting like a giant on a high seat inside the main hall.
An old man with black hair, wearing a black dragon robe.
Banjeok Myeong realized that he was the Killing Lord.
"What a grand entrance. Full of power. Very cool. Heavenly Lord, can't you leave this brat to ? Since he's a spirited brat, I think I can beco ten years younger if I consu his vital essence..."
A middle-aged woman who was licking her lips.
At a glance, she looked to be in her forties, but on closer inspection, she had many wrinkles here and there on her face, enough to look like she was in her mid-to-late fifties.
The Poison Jar!
One of the five great guardians of the Heaven of Killing Emperors, the only woman and known to be the most vicious.
"Guardian Gu seems to have been defeated helplessly, can you handle him?"
The Killing Lord asked.
"This brat must have balls too."
The Poison Jar, who showed her confidence.
Since there were no more words from the Killing Lord, she took it as permission and walked gracefully towards Banjeok Myeong.
Her tight-fitting clothes revealed the curves of her body, and the swaying of her breasts and her seductive expression with each step were enough to stimulate a man's lust.
On top of that, there was a fragrance that stimulated the nostrils.
"You're not going to treat , a woman, like you treated that Elder Gu, are you? Don't do that. I have no intention of fighting at all. I just want to go to paradise with you. How about it, isn't it nice?"
The Poison Jar, who had approached right in front of Banjeok Myeong, smiling brightly and exuding a pleasant fragrance like a flower.
She saw Banjeok Myeong standing there blankly and a satisfied smile appeared on her lips.
"Take a deep breath. It's a poison fragrance called the Beauty's Smile. How is it? Is your lower body already itching? It has a poison that dissolves internal energy, so if you use it with the soul-stealing art...!"
The Poison Jar suddenly flinched.
While she was reaching out to stroke Banjeok Myeong's chest, she saw that his fist was still firmly clenched.
She looked at Banjeok Myeong's face with a look of disbelief.
A face with no particular emotion.
Two eyes that were staring straight ahead, just as they were at first.
It was a completely different appearance from the n the Poison Jar had killed so far by using the Beauty's Smile and the soul-stealing art at the sa ti.
It was not a look of resisting the poison that was disrupting his internal energy, but a look of just staring at the Killing Lord from the beginning.
"What on earth...!"
The mont the Poison Jar made a bewildered expression.
Banjeok Myeong's eyes, which had been staring only at the Killing Lord, moved. He had just moved his eyeballs and glanced at the Poison Jar.
"......!"
The Poison Jar, whose heart had turned cold at the indifference in his two eyes, reflexively threw her body back.
At the sa ti, she stretched out her hand and stabbed Banjeok Myeong's neck with a dagger coated with a deadly poison. Unlike when she had approached, it was a lightning-fast and agile movent.
But.
Grab!
Banjeok Myeong stretched out his left hand and grabbed the Poison Jar's arm, which was stabbing with the dagger. And at the sa ti, he swung his right fist.
"Agh!"
The Poison Jar scread.
Her forearm, which had been stabbing with the dagger, was broken and the bone pierced through the skin.
Banjeok Myeong did not stop there and pulled the arm he was holding.
As the Poison Jar was pulled, he landed a strong punch on her face.
Thwack!
The Poison Jar went stiff and fell back.
The Poison Jar, whose face was shattered by one punch, fell to the floor of the main hall with a thud.
It was the all-too-easy end of the Poison Jar, who had often taken lives by taking advantage of the fact that n were not harsh on won who exuded fragrance.
- The thod that the opponent is confident in sotis becos their vital point.
His master's words were right.
All he had to do was wait for the woman who was conceited in her poison and soul-stealing art to approach. Because that was a vital point that could never be avoided.
After dealing with the Poison Jar like that, Banjeok Myeong turned his gaze towards the Killing Lord.
"Hahahahaha!"
The Killing Lord suddenly burst into a loud laugh. He laughed loudly for a while, as if sothing was so funny. Then he suddenly stopped and stood up from his chair.
"It was you! It was you! The brat who disappeared from Guizhou Province! The one who killed Zuo Zimu and Jia Mogong was you. Isn't that right?"
(End of Chapter)
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