The Youngest Member Chapter 31

Rip-!

Blood soared high into the sky.

Cheon Woojin's body was split in two by the Blood Immortal's single strike and collapsed to the floor.

Nangong Jin, who witnessed this, slumped to the ground. The grueso death of a martial artist of the sa age was more shocking than the fear of death.

"As expected of a senior brother."

The Sex Demon, who finally let out a laugh with a relaxed face, approached Cheon Woojin's corpse.

"Great senior brother is also amazing. I was surprised to hear that he had died after disappearing from the world for decades. I wonder when he raised such a monster."

A streak of longing flashed across the Sex Demon's face.

The disciples of the Dark Heavenly Son were generally like that. Although they feared the Black Master as much as the Dark Heavenly Son, they sotis missed his back that had shielded them from the Dark Heavenly Son.

While the Sex Demon was lost in thought.

"Not yet."

The Blood Immortal's voice rang out heavily.

At those words, the Sex Demon and Nangong Jin simultaneously raised their heads, and soon, their pupils widened.

Dark clouds suddenly gathered. It beca as dark as if a flock of crows had covered the sky, and suddenly, a heavy and gloomy air filled the scene.

Horror and fear simultaneously appeared on the Sex Demon's face.

"D-don't tell !"

The Blood Immortal, who nodded his head, lightly kicked Cheon Woojin's split body with his foot, and it turned to dust and scattered into the air.

It was a truly bizarre sight.

Soon, the Sex Demon and the Blood Immortal simultaneously turned their heads.

There, the great senior brother's disciple, who had been split in two and died, was standing perfectly fine.

With the Crescent Moon Staff hanging down, he was looking at the two with a dry gaze under the shade created by the dark clouds.

The two unconsciously thought of a man.

"Great senior brother..."

It was as if the Black Master had co back to life. The Sex Demon's face beca as gloomy as a child who had faced a tiger.

That was the kind of fear that had been imprinted for decades since a very young age. Just by facing the traces of the Black Master, the great demon, the Sex Demon, who had made the world tremble, seed as if she would burst into tears at any mont.

Cheon Woojin approached the two with a nonchalant gait. The Blood Immortal scanned the sky stained with the color of ink and the gloomy air and muttered to himself.

"Dark Heaven Blood World."

It was a unique illusion art created by the Dark Heavenly Son.

The principle was so complex that an ordinary human mind could not understand it, and the required internal energy operation ability was also at a bizarre level, so only one person among his disciples could learn that martial art.

The Blood Immortal had a tense expression for the first ti.

To have inherited such a martial art ant that the guy was a monster on the level of their master and great senior brother.

"Since when?"

The Blood Immortal asked out of pure curiosity. There was not even a sign of him casting the illusion art. Even the great senior brother, the Black Master, would not have been able to cast it so exquisitely and secretly.

Cheon Woojin answered nonchalantly.

"From the beginning."

"...I see."

The Blood Immortal realized. The monster that the great senior brother had raised to completely root out the traces of their master from the world was standing in front of them.

"Junior sister."

At the Blood Immortal's low call, the Sex Demon turned her head.

The Blood Immortal, who always had a benevolent smile, was glaring at the front with a hardened expression.

Even the Sex Demon, who had been with him since they were young, was seeing this side of the Blood Immortal for the first ti in decades.

The Blood Immortal said in a low voice.

"Get ready."

The Blood Immortal, who said so, spread his red fan, the Blood Feather Fan. The Sex Demon also drew the thin demon sword at her waist.

Soon, an awkward silence flowed...

Clang-!

The Blood Immortal swung the Blood Feather Fan and struck the Crescent Moon Staff. Cheon Woojin, who had arrived in an instant, attacked the Sex Demon next to him with a movent as natural as flowing water.

As the Sex Demon bent her head back, the Crescent Moon Staff grazed her chin.

While dodging this, the Sex Demon raised her toes and aid for Cheon Woojin's groin.

Of course, there was no way it would reach.

Cheon Woojin imdiately floated his body in the air. A normal enemy would have been ridiculed by the Blood Immortal and the Sex Demon. Because it becos several tis more difficult to respond to an attack while in the air. Moreover, jumping when facing two or more enemies was a taboo among taboos.

However, the opponent was a monster raised by the Black Master. Even the two of them could not predict his thods in the slightest.

As the Blood Feather Fan cut through the air, a dark red sword wind swayed and rushed towards Cheon Woojin.

It was a sword wind that literally attacked from all directions, so there seed to be no way to dodge it.

Nevertheless, the Sex Demon poured out her sword ki to the front to block Cheon Woojin's possible escape route.

The two, who had each poured out their attacks, watched Cheon Woojin's response.

There was not a hint of panic on Cheon Woojin's face.

Cheon Woojin calmly retrieved the Crescent Moon Staff and then thrust it long towards the empty air. He rotated his body with the repulsive force, and at the sa ti, the Crescent Moon Staff drew a black circle.

Dark Sky Full Moon.

The black full moon that rose up crushed the red sword wind and the light pink sword ki. It did not stop there, and its range gradually widened, and soon, a dark energy extended to where the Sex Demon and the Blood Immortal were.

As much as the Blood Immortal was tense, Cheon Woojin was also not taking the fight lightly. The martial arts of the Dark Heaven were generally ferocious and used internal energy inefficiently.

So, he usually used only simple forms, but the opponent was not so easy.

The Sex Demon was one thing, but the Blood Immortal was a master that even Cheon Woojin could not be careless about.

The Sex Demon and the Blood Immortal, who were startled by the energy that poured out in an instant, hurriedly took a step back.

In particular, the Sex Demon's steps seed heavier than usual, with the added burden that the beauty poison did not work on the opponent.

The Sex Demon glanced at the Blood Immortal. He also had a dark expression, as if he was prepared for the fact that he might die.

'Damn it, I should run away when I get the chance...'

It was then.

The black full moon that filled the air scattered. However, the monster that should have been at its center was not seen.

For a mont, a chill ran down the Sex Demon's spine.

"Junior sister!"

The Blood Immortal shouted urgently. At the sa ti, the Sex Demon instinctively swung her demon sword and turned her body.

It was the wrong judgnt. The Crescent Moon Staff was already falling rcilessly on her head.

Perhaps the Sex Demon of decades ago, when the Black Master had not disappeared, could have dodged it. However, the decades of ti had made even the Sex Demon dull.

The mistake that should never be made against the great senior brother who held the Crescent Moon Staff was to receive the attack head-on.

However, all regrets co too late.

As her extended demon sword collided with the Crescent Moon Staff, it crumbled as if it were a paper sword.

The Crescent Moon Staff did not stop there and rushed forward.

Black Dark Thunder.

The Crescent Moon Staff, which fell like a black thunderbolt, struck the top of the Sex Demon's head.

Crunch-!

The Sex Demon's head burst completely, scattering blood in all directions. However, there was no ti to savor the victory or mourn the death.

Cheon Woojin imdiately twisted the trajectory of the Crescent Moon Staff and blocked the blood wind rushing from the side.

At that sight, the Blood Immortal inwardly clicked his tongue.

It felt bizarre that he could twist the trajectory so nimbly even while using a violent martial art like the Black Dark Thunder.

"..."

The Blood Immortal stood a little further away, with the Blood Feather Fan hanging down. Although he spread his senses wide, the Sword Demon he was waiting for had not yet arrived.

While the battle was in a lull, Cheon Woojin glanced at Nangong Jin.

The Blood Immortal's martial might was higher than expected. Although he still had a reserve of internal energy, if he drew out more here, Nangong Jin could be swept away and die.

The martial arts of his Black Master were generally destructive and at the sa ti had a blind aspect. Unlike those of his White Master, they did not care what was around them and were only aid at the annihilation of the opponent, and the colors of his masters were revealed even in their martial arts.

"Young hero Nangong."

"...What is it."

Cheon Woojin observed Nangong Jin's condition for a mont. The flow of his ki was unstable. It ant that his psychology was greatly shaken.

"The unit commanders will also be worried, so inform them of the situation and wait for the alliance's support."

"But...!"

Nangong Jin could not easily take a step. Because it ant running away, leaving a fellow alliance mber behind.

Cheon Woojin said nonchalantly.

"Then will you help?"

"..."

Nangong Jin shut his mouth. A deep sense of powerlessness that seeped out from within bound his entire body. There was nothing he could do.

The fight between Cheon Woojin and those guys was already far beyond the level that Nangong Jin could handle.

He couldn't believe that monstrous guy was a rising talent like him. No, in fact, he was even doubtful if he was the sa human.

Cheon Woojin said with a sigh-filled voice.

"If you don't want to leave, you don't have to. However, I can no longer guarantee young hero Nangong's safety."

Cheon Woojin, who said so, turned around without delay. Anyway, since the opponent was a disciple of the Dark Heavenly Son, he could not show his back for long.

Soon, a dark energy was drawn out from Cheon Woojin's entire body.

Rumble-!

As the nacing energy and the atmosphere collided, a roar rang out as if thunder was erupting in succession.

Nangong Jin unconsciously stroked his tingling forearm. Just by facing the energy from a distance, a feeling of fear was seeping out from within.

Nangong Jin took a step back. One step, two steps...

His resolve not to run away alone quickly crumbled. The montum that Cheon Woojin was exuding stimulated a person's primal fear.

While Nangong Jin was unconsciously preparing to flee.

"Halt!"

A roar erupted from far behind Nangong Jin.

At the sa ti, a refreshing and paradoxically domineering energy pushed through the air that Cheon Woojin had dominated.

"F-father?"

How could he not know that energy? It was the energy of the man who had had the most influence on his life.

Nangong Jin was filled with a sense of relief that he had survived and a sense of sha that he had shown a disgraceful appearance at the sa ti.

Cheon Woojin's gaze also turned in the direction from which the energy had been shot. It seed the huge energy that had been bothering him from before was Nangong Jin's father. A man who was called by the nickna 'Sword King' in the martial world.

Soon, a figure that had approached at a trendous speed lightly landed next to Nangong Jin. He had straight sword-like eyebrows, neatly swept-back dark gray hair, and was a handso middle-aged man with strong and clean features.

Since he looked very similar to Nangong Jin, even if one didn't know, one could have guessed that he was a master of the Nangong family.

The Sword King, Nangong Bi, clicked his tongue as he looked at his son.

"Don't tell

you were trying to run away, leaving your comrade behind."

At that low voice, Nangong Jin flinched. He wanted to make an excuse, but he could not lie in front of his father. As Nangong Jin just bowed his head deeply, Nangong Bi shook his head as if he was pathetic.

Soon, Nangong Bi's gaze turned to the Blood Immortal and Cheon Woojin.

"Hah, so it was you, Blood Immortal. I thought my skin was tingling."

Of course, the energy he had felt was the dark heaven energy that Cheon Woojin had exuded. However, he could not have imagined for a mont that a rising talent of his son's age would have exuded such an energy.

"Hehe, even the Sword King..."

The Blood Immortal let out a hollow laugh. It was a mont when a difficult fight had turned into a fight where it was hard to avoid death.

The Sword King was a man who was counted among the top three swordsn in the world, along with the Martial Alliance Leader, Beili Tian.

Furthermore, behind the Sword King, even the White Sword Hall Master of the Martial Alliance, Dan Wuming, had appeared. He, who was called the sword of Beili Tian, was one of the foremost swordsn in the alliance.

The Blood Immortal said with the Blood Feather Fan hanging down.

"Sword King, it's been a while."

"Have we t?"

The Sword King tilted his head. He had only seen him in a portrait, and had no mory of eting the Blood Immortal. If he had, he would have cut off the Blood Immortal's head.

The Blood Immortal let out a strange smile.

"Didn't we et at your feast last year?"

"..."

The Sword King's eyes narrowed. Last year, a banquet was held at the Nangong family to celebrate the Sword King's fiftieth birthday. The Sword King slowly retraced his mory and let out a hollow laugh.

"So you were that artist."

He rembered an unknown artist playing the pipa. It was a truly excellent performance, and those who attended the banquet had also given him alcohol and money.

To think that guy was the Blood Immortal. Not only him, but also the one or two masters who were present at the ti had not noticed.

"Truly a sinister fellow."

At the Sword King's lant, the Blood Immortal gave his unique benevolent smile.

"Since I gave you a good performance as a gift to celebrate your birthday then, how about you overlook my situation this once."

The Blood Immortal proposed very politely. However, the Sword King just let out a hollow laugh as if he was dumbfounded.

"The performance was excellent, but I can't do that. How can I, as one of the pillars of the white path, just let a public enemy of the martial world go when I've t him like this?"

"I see."

The Blood Immortal nodded his head. Soon, the Black Tortoise Unit and the Heavenly Tiger Unit arrived in turn and lined up behind the White Sword Hall Master.

"Young hero Cheon!"

"Newcor Cheon!"

Cheol Jiak and Song Yiyeon, who saw Cheon Woojin facing the Blood Immortal, let out a cry of astonishnt.

The Blood Immortal looked at them blankly and said.

"Since even the Sword King has stepped forward, it's safe to say that there's no chance of

getting out of here alive. If so..."

The Blood Immortal extended his index finger and pointed at soone in the Black Tortoise Unit.

"You. And you next to him with the scar on your chin. Also, the woman with the dyed hair over there and..."

Soon, the Blood Immortal pointed out a total of thirty martial artists, regardless of whether they were from the Heavenly Tiger Unit or the Black Tortoise Unit, and then let out a grin.

"I'll have to make them my companions on the lonely road to the underworld."

As he said so, red droplets like blood appeared from the Blood Immortal's entire body, one drop, two drops, and soon, his surroundings were completely stained red.

Rip-!

The red droplets that densely decorated his surroundings rotated like a whirlwind and wrapped around the Blood Immortal.

Blood Rain Piling Mountain. It was a blood art that had crushed a thousand martial artists of the Heavenly Demon Cult on the spot during the conflict between the Dark Heavenly Son and the martial world.

At the sa ti, the figures of Cheon Woojin and the Sword King moved.

(End of Chapter)