Sword God Reborn

Chapter 303 : All the weirdos are coming

The sight of the martial artists lined up in an orderly fashion was truly a spectacle.

Especially if one was a person who had set foot in the martial world, they could not help but admire the clothing and the fluttering flags.

Cheon Mubaeck also nodded his head.

On the far left were martial artists dressed in black martial arts uniforms, and at the very front stood a middle-aged man with fierce eyes.

The flag right next to him fluttered violently in the wind. The characters written on the flag widely announced its presence.

Moyong Clan

Iron Staff Monarch, Moyong Su.

"If it's the Iron Staff Monarch, isn't he the head of the Moyong Clan?"

"I heard he's one of the top ten masters in the orthodox path."

"There's a rumor that he recently broke through to the realm of entering the divine. The small elite of the Mad Sect went there, but they were crushed and couldn't even inflict any damage."

"The guys from the Moyong Clan are not exceptional. But all sorts of things are above average. Whether it's a sword, an axe, or a saber, they can handle any weapon better than average, so they are guys who can perform various attacks. As such, they are tricky guys, so be very careful when you fight with those black martial arts uniforms."

At the conversations that were heard here and there, Cheon Mubaeck's brow narrowed.

'They know more in detail than I thought. For guys who have been crouching in the foreign lands for nearly forty years.'

Of course, since the remnants of the Blood Demon Valley, who had been active in the Central Plains, had flowed in, it was plausible that they knew enough, but that was not all.

'There are either spies in the orthodox path, or they are maintaining a not-so-bad relationship with the sects between the righteous and the evil who are watching, or somewhere.'

It was a natural prediction. Because not everyone in the orthodox martial world was united with one mind.

There were always those who were blinded by greed, and hadn't there been countless people in history who could not make a proper judgment?

Because humans were not always rational beings.

Cheon Mubaeck's gaze soon turned to the side. A middle-aged man whose face could not be confirmed because he was covering his mouth.

But the flashing blue light in his eyes made those who saw it feel a fear.

Sichuan Tang Clan

Heavenly Poison Emissary, Tang Cheon-mu.

The people dressed in green and covering half of their faces with a cloth were none other than the elites of the Tang Clan.

"Don't clash with that side as much as possible. The guys from the Poison Sect will deal with them."

"Keung. Don't even go near them. You'll die if you accidentally inhale some poison."

"Whether it's the demonic path or the orthodox path, I don't want to deal with guys who use poison."

"I hate those guys who use their heads more."

Zhuge Clan

Strange Heavenly Brain, Zhuge Seon.

"Isn't that old man the one who was the military strategist of the Martial Alliance forty years ago?"

"The old monster has come out in person."

"Even if the Zhuge Clan's martial arts are weak, be careful of that old man."

Cheon Mubaeck smiled bitterly as he saw Zhuge Seon, who was sitting in a carriage with a feather fan in his hand.

'Since the head of the family, Zhuge Yeogang, is the military strategist of the Righteous Alliance, the one who led the troops is that old man.'

He felt a new sense of gladness. On the other hand, seeing that even Zhuge Seon had come out, he thought that the orthodox path had prepared thoroughly. Cheon Mubaeck's mind became complicated.

'It seems the orthodox path has come out with a determination in this one fight, but it will be fatal if they can't win.'

It was truly a terrible assumption. Cheon Mubaeck turned his gaze with a complicated look.

A master of external arts whose twitching muscles could be felt beyond the clothes he was wearing.

Hebei Peng Clan.

Hegemon Heavenly One Saber, Peng Cheol.

'Even a rare gentleman has come out.'

To think that even the Hebei Peng Clan, which had a deep connection with the military, had come out leading their martial artists.

Cheon Mubaeck let out a new sigh. The Hebei Peng Clan was a group that had not moved even in the past Righteous-Demonic War because of the unwritten rule that the government and the martial world did not interfere with each other.

As a result, they were looked down upon by the orthodox path and their name was removed from the Five Great Clans, but in fact, it was just a saying.

Because the other Five Great Clans had suffered great damage from the Righteous-Demonic War, the Hebei Peng Clan, which had not suffered a single loss, had no choice but to reign as one of the Five Great Clans.

In any case, at the fact that even the Hebei Peng Clan, which had not budged even in the last great war, had moved, the demonic people also murmured.

"Aren't all the Five Great Clans out now?"

"Look over there, over there."

But the demonic people were not afraid. But they did not spare the expression of not wanting to face the group they were pointing at with their fingers.

The Great Namgung Clan

Sword Saint, Namgung Jo.

A blue light poured out from his fierce eyes under his gray hair.

At Namgung Jo's determined face, the surroundings murmured.

His overwhelming presence dominated the battlefield. A suffocating presence suppressed and crushed the ominous atmosphere that the demonic people were emitting.

As if he had no intention of hiding the fact that he had come, he was emitting an enormous presence.

Indeed, there was a reason why the martial world called him the number one under heaven while Yoo Baek-gi had disappeared into the foreign lands.

'He has surpassed the realm of entering the divine and has reached the absolute realm.'

He felt a new sense of satisfaction.

The guy who had been frustrated countless times after seeing Yoo Baek-gi forty years ago, had not given up and had progressed to such a high realm.

'That guy is the one who pushed the Five Great Clans and made them gather. That's why the Hebei Peng Clan and the Sichuan Tang Clan, who were heavy-bottomed, stepped forward.'

I heard that he had half-threatened that only the Namgung Clan would remain as the only clan in the Central Plains, not the Five Great Clans.

He could see where that much confidence came from.

Not only Namgung Jo's personal martial power, but the martial artists in the martial arts uniforms with the Namgung clan's name written on them were all extremely elite.

'If this goes well, the orthodox path might win big in this one fight.'

The power of the orthodox path was certainly great, to the extent that even the great Cheon Mubaeck had such an expectation.

Not only was that guess made by Cheon Mubaeck, but it was also spreading widely among the demonic path's camp.

But at that moment.

"If you catch a first-rate martial artist, you get one guan of gold, if you catch a peak martial artist, you get five guan of gold, if you catch an elder, you get ten guan, and if you catch that Namgung Jo, you get one hundred guan and I will personally pass on my martial arts."

A low but deep voice that echoed like a cave spread out.

Then the atmosphere of the chaotic demonic path's camp changed at once.

"The Short-Lived King has come!"

The Short-Lived King.

The bald giant, who was nearly eight feet tall, changed the atmosphere just by standing there.

Cheon Mubaeck's eyebrow twitched.

'The Short-Lived King...'

He was a great man who had not appeared in the past Righteous-Demonic War.

Well, since he looked like a relatively young man who was not even fifty at best.

The moniker of the Short-Lived King was a name that Cheon Mubaeck had only heard after he had infiltrated the demonic path's camp.

'One of the Heavenly Demon's guardian elders.'

Were the six guardian elders of the Heavenly Demon called the Guardian Demon Kings?

He was one of them.

It wasn't just the Short-Lived King.

A short old woman of five feet stood next to the Short-Lived King.

"It's the Ghost Mother King."

That old woman was a face that Cheon Mubaeck also knew.

'She was the old woman who was always by Gun Cheon-ak's side. She was also a guardian elder back then. Now she has obtained the moniker of a king.'

Then three more people appeared.

The woman with a fierce face with upturned eyes was the Aizen Myoo.

The Yaksha King with a muscular physique like the Short-Lived King.

The Blood Lion King with a skinny build but with golden eyes.

Five of the six guardian demon kings who protected the Heavenly Demon's side had come to this place.

"All the weirdos are coming. Since one is missing, is he with the Heavenly Demon?"

Perhaps it was a relief.

If the Heavenly Demon and the rest of the guardian demon kings had come to this place...

'If the elites of the Nine Sects One Faction haven't arrived yet, the Five Great Clans will be annihilated.'

Cheon Mubaeck carefully observed the atmosphere on the opposite side. Soon, his expression became somewhat complicated.

'This... if this goes wrong, something will happen.'

Looking at the expressions of the orthodox path's camp, there was not much emotional change.

Not only the martial artists, but also their commanders, the heads of the families, were the same.

It wasn't that they were maintaining their peace of mind because they weren't nervous.

It wasn't that their reaction was weak because the guardian demon kings who had just shown themselves were not scary.

'They don't know. They don't know at all.'

At best, Zhuge Seon and Namgung Jo had frowned when they had seen the Ghost Mother King, but there was not a single sign of them recognizing the rest of the guardian demon kings.

'On the other hand, the demonic path knows all about the people of the orthodox path. About all the people who are there.'

The fact that the atmosphere had become chaotic when the flags of the Five Great Clans had fluttered proved it.

On the other hand, the orthodox path did not.

This was a fatal weakness.

They knew all about the people of the orthodox path, the masters. Weren't even the middle-ranking officials who were explaining in detail near Cheon Mubaeck reciting what martial arts they had learned and what their characteristics were?

The orthodox path was not.

Looking at the faces of the five, Cheon Mubaeck's brow narrowed.

'This fight...'

In fact, when he had first seen Namgung Jo and even Zhuge Seon come out, he had thought that the orthodox path could win this fight.

Although the damage would be great, he had seen that at least half of the demonic people gathered here would be annihilated.

But now, seeing the guardian demon kings who had come out, his thoughts had changed.

'They are all guys who are at least close to the Ghost Demon.'

Especially the bald giant, the guy called the Short-Lived King, was surprising.

'He would be a match for Namgung Jo. A slight difference would decide the victory.'

Cheon Mubaeck thought quietly and hardened his expression.

'This fight, we'll lose like this.'

Then.

I will change the result.

Cheon Mubaeck's figure slowly disappeared from among the demonic people. As if he had seeped into it and had become one.

* * *

The battlefield changed rapidly and urgently.

At first, it was the advantage of the Five Great Clans. Because the qualitative level of the martial artists was extraordinary.

As the elite martial artists raised by each clan had come out, no matter how much the demonic people gathered here were masters, the difference in level was clear.

But the faces of the orthodox path's camp did not brighten.

Although their level was relatively lower than that of the Five Great Clans, the number of the demonic path was at least 50% more. A truly tight battle continued.

The problem arose here.

The demonic people threw their bodies without fear of death. Of course, the martial artists of the Five Great Clans were the same. In any case, weren't they all martial artists full of righteousness who had gathered to annihilate the demonic path?

But the feelings of the leaders, including the elders who had led the martial artists, were not the same.

'If this goes wrong, the power of our clan will weaken after the war!'

Although they did not express it openly, they had such a thought implicitly.

Since the leaders were implicitly thinking that, a passive operation was carried out.

The Five Great Clans began to be pushed back little by little.

Then Namgung Jo let out a rough roar.

"Don't back down!"

Namgung Jo, who had shouted so and had entered the middle of the battlefield with his sword, was as fierce as a lion.

Namgung Jo's shout was not to his subordinate martial artists, but to the elders and the heads of the families who were acting passively, and there was no one who did not know that.

In the end, the heads of the families and the elders of the Five Great Clans stepped forward in person.

"These worthless demonic path bastards...!"

The Iron Staff Monarch, Moyong Su, gritted his teeth and swung his iron staff violently.

In an instant, the head of one demonic person was miserably crushed.

But Moyong Su's face was still hard and did not unfold.

Because other demonic people quickly filled the empty space.

As he moved, as if they had been waiting, Moyong Su gritted his teeth at their behavior of performing a wheel battle.

As he was fighting excitedly, he had gotten far from the guardian elders, and the demonic people, who were made up of peak martial artists, had formed a formation and had resisted.

And it was a wheel battle that was hard to deal with.

Although seven guys had already had their heads crushed by Moyong Su's iron staff, there was nothing he could do as a new peak demonic person filled the spot.

The deep cut on his thigh was gradually making his movements uncomfortable.

'If this goes on, I'll die first.'

Although he instinctively realized that he had to pull his body out, it was not easy.

'I heard there was a formation that was made to catch the masters of the orthodox path who had entered the divine, is this it?'

Although he had only heard of it in rumors, Moyong Su, who had never dreamed that he would be hit by it, gritted his teeth.

He would die like this.

If he died, the Moyong Clan would collapse.

His body trembled at the terrible assumption.

'I have no choice. I have to give up my flesh and create an opportunity to pull my body out.'

At the same time as his decision, the iron staff cut through the space.

The chest of one demonic person exploded and he fell back. Moyong Su threw his body through the gap. At the same time, dozens of blades of the demonic people who were maintaining the formation poured out.

He endured all those attacks. Although his protective qi was broken and the blades cut his whole body, it was enough if he just avoided a fatal wound. And so, with his whole body stained with blood, Moyong Su threw his body.

"I did it... damn it!"

The moment he thought he had escaped from the formation, a demonic person appeared as if a ghost had suddenly appeared and occupied the empty space.

At the same time, a sword flashed. A chill ran down Moyong Su's spine. All the muscles of his body became tense.

'...A master! A master whose victory I can't even guarantee in a one-on-one fight!'

The presence of a master that was felt instinctively.

Moyong Su was startled and swung his iron staff.

He had read the mountain-like presence contained in the sword that was swung once.

But the sword was too fast and powerful to be received by his own iron staff.

'I'm going to give up my flesh and give up my bones!'

When a late regret rushed into his mind.

"......!"

The sword that had been stretched out had changed its course, wriggling like a snake.

It was a truly bizarre sight.

As if it were a living creature, the sword suddenly stuck in the neck of another demonic person next to him.

"......!"

The demonic people, who had been pouring out sword strikes like crazy, all stopped in their tracks.

"Oops, why does the sword keep slipping?"

At the indifferent voice, Moyong Su could not say anything.

(End of Chapter)