Sword God Reborn Chapter 289 : Not the Demonic Path, but the Martial Path

It was not an unfamiliar sight.

But just because it was familiar to the eye did not an he had beco indifferent.

Hyeokryeon Cheongang frowned as he saw the atrocities, no, the tragedy unfolding before his eyes.

Screams and groans. The sll of blood that pierced his nose and the burning main hall.

Corpses that filled the ground.

His subordinates who were laughing and stabbing the necks of the corpses to confirm their deaths.

It was a sight he had seen many tis.

'How many tis has it been already?'

He had fought in Shanxi Province twelve tis already.

That ant he had destroyed twelve sects.

It was an enormous number.

A group called a sect was not made so easily.

It was different from a clan that was ford by blood relatives, putting forward their own fa.

Since it was a group united by the homogeneity of martial arts, not by blood, the establishnt of a sect itself was not easy.

Although it was said that there were sects scattered all over the martial world, and that there was at least one sect even if you went to a rural corner.

A sect was a group of people who had honed only the skills of killing people for years, decades, and had even accumulated internal energy.

He had destroyed twelve such sects.

Annihilation of a sect.

He had literally wiped them out.

In fact, that did not give Hyeokryeon Cheongang any emotion.

The corpses in front of him? The sll of blood?

'It is a natural thing for the demonic path world.'

A natural and proper thing. He felt no sympathy, no pity.

They were the orthodox path, the great enemy that had occupied the martial world.

He was the demonic path, and he had been driven out of the martial world and had only looked at the prosperous Central Plains from the outskirts.

Was it not a natural thing for a martial artist to cut down and destroy his enemies?

But a sight that poked at his heart was unfolding before his eyes.

"Kaaak!"

"P-please spare !"

"You dog-like demonic path bastards! How can you... won who have not even learned martial arts...!"

Should it be called spoils of war? The looting that always followed a battle was familiar.

The maids who worked in the sect, the family mbers of the martial artists, were all targets of looting.

The sight of them being toyed with and raped in a field of corpses was a tragedy that was hard to watch.

Hyeokryeon Cheongang's eyebrow twitched.

It was not that he was uncomfortable because of the rape. What was the problem with that?

There was clearly an absorption technique in the demonic path.

However.

"They are people who have not learned martial arts. What are you doing!"

They had not learned martial arts. He could not feel a handful of internal energy.

The purpose of the absorption technique itself was to inhale internal energy by raping the opponent.

Was raping common people who had no internal energy an absorption technique?

The enemy of the demonic path was the orthodox path. The orthodox path was martial artists. They were not martial artists. It ant they were not enemies.

The Righteous-Demonic War should end in a confrontation between martial artists and martial artists.

That was Hyeokryeon Cheongang's principle.

But his words were ignored like reading a scripture to a deaf ear.

No, rather, he heard a murmuring that was full of contempt.

Although he had spoken softly, it was a voice so clear that it was impossible to think that he would not have heard it.

"To think a guy from a sect I've never even heard of has beco the leader and is putting on airs..."

Hyeokryeon Cheongang's eyebrow twitched. He keenly felt the difference in status between them.

Not the rank, but the status.

The Seven Demonic Orders.

Among them, the presence of the Mad Sect demonic people, who had been extrely active in the foreign lands, was not ordinary.

The Demon Sect, which was the root and the origin of the demonic path, was of a different class, so it was excluded.

In the current demonic path, there were no demonic people who could approach the Mad Sect. The Blood Sect of the Blood Buddha had the strongest presence, but the sect leader himself had died and it had collapsed. The Dark Sect was famous in the demonic path for being good at using their heads, but if you looked at the asure of martial power, it was lacking. Moreover, the Ghost Demon was also missing. Hadn't he died soon?

The Fire Sect had suffered great damage in the Righteous-Demonic War forty years ago, so it had not even been able to produce a new sect leader and was in disarray.

The Poison Sect was not a group that aid for hegemony in the first place.

Although a small number of the Sword Sect had recently joined the Blood Demon Valley and had been scattered throughout the demonic path, it was not even like pouring a bucket of water into the sea.

So in this war, the presence of the Mad Sect demonic people was enormous.

But the reason why Hyeokryeon Cheongang, who was not from any other sect, but was literally of a 'lowly' origin, was leading these demonic people was only one.

"Hey, Yoo Cham."

"What do you want?"

The demonic person called Yoo Cham turned his head with an annoyed expression.

Although he had answered, his eyes were glistening with killing intent.

No matter how you looked at it, it was not the attitude of a subordinate answering his superior's call.

Was it because he was a demonic person?

No, because he was a demonic person, the demonic path was even stricter. A world of the strong.

The hierarchy was that clear.

In a word, Yoo Cham had ignored Hyeokryeon Cheongang. Because he had a big gut?

"Although the Mad Sect guys are all crazy, the rules do not avoid the crazy."

"...Rules?"

Yoo Cham's face glistened with killing intent. Looking at his flashing eyes, he was literally a demon. A cold tension surrounded the area.

The absolute majority of the subordinates were from the Mad Sect.

Although they were crazy people who had gone mad, it was a natural principle that the arm bends inward. The demonic people lined up behind Yoo Cham. On the other hand, there were only five behind Hyeokryeon Cheongang. All of them were of a lowly origin, not from any of the Seven Demonic Orders.

But Hyeokryeon Cheongang did not even bat an eye.

A dry voice flowed out.

"Do you know what the punishnt for disobeying an order is?"

"What do I need to know that for?"

"It is also a natural thing for a superior to enforce the rules."

Yoo Cham's face twitched. He didn't like it.

The sight of him pretending to be different, just because he had so skill. Even though he was the sa demonic person.

A word ca to Yoo Cham's mind. He confird that the Mad Sect demonic people, who had accumulated complaints, were gathering behind him.

Insubordination.

Surprisingly, insubordination was a common thing in the demonic path. When the leader beca weak, it was a common thing for people to aim for that position. Because it was a world of the strong.

The mont Yoo Cham was about to reveal such a thought.

Seogeok.

"......!"

Yoo Cham's head rolled on the floor.

The surroundings fell into a suffocating silence. In the anti, Hyeokryeon Cheongang's quiet voice pierced through.

"It is an imdiate execution. Now, are there any more guys who want to argue whether the rules are appropriate?"

"..."

Although they were crazy people who had gone mad, at the very least, they would co to their senses in front of death.

The demonic people closed their mouths at the chilling coldness of him cutting off a head without even batting an eye, and the sword strike that was hard to follow with the eyes.

But the tension was still maintained. As if a large-scale insubordination would break out if one person rebelled.

A report ca from a subordinate who had gone out for reconnaissance.

"The guys who went to strike the Spear and Sword Sect are all dead?"

Hyeokryeon Cheongang's face hardened at the surprising news.

And he imdiately gave an order.

"We move imdiately. Gather your internal energy and keep your wits about you!"

The one who had gone to strike the Spear and Sword Sect was a martial artist of the Dark Sect, called the Seven-Star of the Blood Demon Valley.

His skill alone was to the extent that Hyeokryeon Cheongang admired him. But he had died.

Although it was a truly sad news if you thought of him as a comrade, unfortunately, the demonic person did not know sadness.

Rather, an excited expression appeared.

'A stronger martial artist... who is it? An absolute master of the Nine Sects One Faction?'

It was the joy of finally eting a proper opponent.

* * *

"Keoheok!"

A corpse increased with a scream that pierced the ears.

But the difference from before was the fact that the increased corpse was not an enemy, but an ally.

Hyeokryeon Cheongang's corner of the eye trembled.

Not long after, he t the enemies that the scout had ntioned.

The number was about sixty.

On the other hand, there were over a hundred demonic people. This side was also overwhelming in terms of numbers. Moreover, Hyeokryeon Cheongang was not a foolish person who just pushed with numbers.

He had realized long ago that the level of the enemies was not that high.

But he was just uneasy about the young man who was looking at them with a relaxed face, with his arms crossed. Because while the others had taken out their swords with a tense expression at the appearance of the demonic people, only the young man had not lost his composure.

But he could not retreat just because he was uneasy about one person.

Just a mont ago, the complaints of his subordinates had been so rampant that an insubordination might have broken out.

To turn tail and retreat here? Hyeokryeon Cheongang was by no ans foolish. So he fought.

And the result was.

"Kkeuaak!"

Already, over twenty demonic people had fallen to the floor.

The guys who had rushed in with a mad laugh and a good montum were the first to die.

By clashing with the enemies on a large scale?

No.

On the other side, only one person had walked out.

From the young man that Hyeokryeon Cheongang had felt uneasy about.

Only then did Hyeokryeon Cheongang realize who the man was.

"The Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero!"

That na was famous even in the demonic path. More so than the sect leaders or the absolute masters of the other Nine Sects One Faction.

In any case, unlike the other orthodox path people, he was an existence who had given the most enormous damage, such as bringing down the Blood Demon Valley.

Every ti Cheon Mubaeck's sword drew a trajectory, a red line was drawn in the air.

"..."

It was like a painting. A single painting. A scene drawn in the air with blood-red paint.

Hyeokryeon Cheongang's pupils shook violently.

It was a fast trajectory that was hard to follow with the eyes. It was truly a fast sword among fast swords.

But now he could see that trajectory. Because the bloodline was engraved in the air according to the trajectory of the sword.

Hyeokryeon Cheongang's heart pounded as he saw the trajectory.

'How can a sword move with such a trajectory?'

Although he was in the demonic path, he was also a martial artist.

Therefore, he realized how difficult it was to even understand that blood-red trajectory.

Hyeokryeon Cheongang moved his body without realizing it. If only he could imitate that trajectory a little. If only he could gain a little enlightennt and look at such a realm.

Hyeokryeon Cheongang rushed towards Cheon Mubaeck.

* * *

Cheon Mubaeck's plan to deal with the demonic path was simple.

"Kill them all. But only the crazy ones."

The standard for the crazy ones was also simple.

"Kill everyone except for those who know what the martial path is."

Of course, Neung-heo would not know.

How could he distinguish between a demonic person who knew what the martial path was and one who did not?

"Can't we just kill them all?"

"To give Jang No strength, we need a small number of guys with a certain skill."

"If they are skilled, they will all have a position in the demonic path. Why would they be crazy enough to join your plan, my lord, and go under Jang No?"

"Neung-heo."

"Yes."

"This sword, you see. It has a kind of magic that really makes people crazy."

"What are you talking about?"

"To the extent that it can change the values and the way of thinking that one has cherished their whole life, sotis, guys who are crazy about the sword co out. In every era, in every place."

"...That's you, my lord."

"Yes, a guy like ."

Cheon Mubaeck nodded.

The appearance of the Sword Sect itself was just like that.

Although Cheon Mubaeck was in the demonic path, he had run, believing only in the sword, and the sword-crazy ghosts who had been attracted to such a Cheon Mubaeck had gathered and had ford a force, and that was the Sword Sect.

Cheon Mubaeck was planning to greatly increase the power of the Sword Sect and to replace the future demonic path.

A sect that, as a foreign sect, had its will only in the sword path.

To do that, he had to raise the Sword Sect, including Jang No.

Because the current Sword Sect was ridiculously shrunken compared to when Cheon Mubaeck was active as the Heaven Shattering Sword Demon, and it was not enough to deal with the remnants of the demonic path who had survived the future war, including the Ghost Demon.

But it was not so easy to find a demonic person who t Cheon Mubaeck's standards.

Therefore, Cheon Mubaeck had decided to show rcy.

Hyeokryeon Cheongang, who was kneeling on the floor, dazed.

Cheon Mubaeck, who had seen his eyes, smacked his lips and nodded.

'Well, this is not bad. His gaze and the emotions contained in his sword swing. But it's uneasy that he has no emotion when his subordinates are dying, but since he's a demonic person, what can I do?'

Even this much t Cheon Mubaeck's standards. Considering that he was a demonic person.

Cheon Mubaeck said as if it were nothing.

"From now on, you are the Sword Sect."

"...What?"

"Looking at the sword you use, it seems you are not from any of the Seven Demonic Orders. Why, do you still dislike the Sword Sect? Even if it's small, it's one of the Seven Demonic Orders. You bastard."

"How can you..."

How could a person of the orthodox path say such a thing? Although a light of incomprehension appeared on Hyeokryeon Cheongang's face, Cheon Mubaeck did not care and just poured out his words.

"Walk the martial path, not the demonic path. That is the life of a martial artist."

Hyeokryeon Cheongang's eyes widened.

"Follow . I will make you a martial artist, not a demonic person."

(End of Chapter)