Swordless Demonic Path

Chapter 52 : The Mountains and Rivers Are Dead (2)

The interior, filled with orange light, was full of the smell of blood.

Eight men in black, wearing masks, stood in the eight directions, with Woo Jeong-bong in the center.

"Sniff! You smelly things."

Woo Jeong-bong frowned at the peculiar smell.

What was more bothersome was the masked men who had surrounded him. They were on their tiptoes. On top of that, they had their heads bowed deeply to the side, which also did not look ordinary.

The eight men, who had their heads bowed deeply, raised their heads stiffly at almost the same time and shouted loudly.

"Kiaaa!"

If it were a tiger's roar, it would have been pleasant to hear, but this was like the sound of a mirror breaking, so it was unpleasant to hear.

Woo Jeong-bong tilted his head and put his sword on his shoulder.

"What's the trick?"

If they were human, they would have answered, but no one opened their mouth.

"Kiaaaaak!"

Papapat!

With a strange scream, the eight men swung their half-moon sabers at almost the same time and descended upon Woo Jeong-bong.

Woo Jeong-bong, watching their sabers fly, felt something strange.

The arms that were moving the sabers were bent backwards.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Although the movement of the half-moon sabers that cut through the air was fast, Woo Jeong-bong dodged, stepping on the Flowing Cloud Steps. The half-moon sabers could not even brush past Woo Jeong-bong's clothes.

Drip!

Woo Jeong-bong, who was moving his body, raised his head when a cold drop of water fell on his shoulder.

"Oh dear."

In his eyes, he saw dozens of eyes hanging from the ceiling. They were falling down in a flurry.

A light flashed from Woo Jeong-bong's sword.

Shwaaak!

As a whirlwind and a bright sword light spread in all directions, the masked men flew back.

Thwack-thwack-thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thump!

Some of the masked men who had hit the wall or rolled on the floor had their limbs cut off.

But there was not even a scream.

Ting!

The sound of a string breaking echoed quietly in the interior. Woo Jeong-bong's gaze unfolded sword energy towards the top of the masked men's heads.

Papapat! Clatter-clatter!

With a metallic sound, the sound of several strings breaking was heard.

Thud! Thump!

As two masked men collapsed on the floor, Woo Jeong-bong's expression hardened.

"The Demonic Cult's Silk Death Art?"

It was known that there were numerous demonic arts in the Demonic Cult. He had a faint memory of hearing about the Silk Death Art, which controlled people.

Shwaak!

The arm that had just been cut off flew in. As the half-moon saber that was held in the hand made a swift wind sound, Woo Jeong-bong raised his sword in front of his chest.

"Even so, it's just a death art."

Flash!

A strong light arose from Woo Jeong-bong's sword and spread in all directions.

Thump!

The huge tower shook slightly due to the large impact.

The two who were sitting on the seventh floor knew that it had started and nodded.

"How long do you think the two rats that came in this time will last against the firewood?"

"Wouldn't half an hour be enough?"

When Mun-gang asked, Mi-chung answered.

Here, the low-grade corpses were called 'firewood'. Even if it were a master of the peak, it was not easy to last more than half an hour against the firewood.

On top of that, on the first floor, they were burning Sanyeongcho, which had the effect of a qi-scattering poison.

If one breathed in the smoke of Sanyeongcho for a long time, one's qi and blood would be blocked, and it would be difficult to operate internal energy.

If that happened, one would have to deal with the firewood with physical strength.

Mun-gang stroked his beard and looked down at the window with a face full of worry.

"I need wealth to buy people, but since the Black Curtain Fortress is gone, I'm worried."

"Isn't there some wealth that was collected from the Black Curtain Fortress?"

"That will also disappear soon."

Mi-chung said, twisting his rat-tail-like beard.

"How about turning your eyes to Guizhou?"

At the word 'Guizhou', Mun-gang drew a wrinkle on his forehead. Two of the nine great demonic pavilions were in Guizhou.

To enter, he had to get permission from the pavilion masters, but getting permission was not the problem, but going was the problem.

"Hunan might be better."

At Mun-gang's answer, Mi-chung nodded as if Hunan were also fine.

Mi-chung showed a strange smile and said.

"There are many people. No matter where you go, what is left over is people, so what is there to worry about? Is there a need to obtain them with money? Pavilion Master Mun is too honest, that's the problem."

It was not a wrong statement. People were everywhere.

Mun-gang stroked his beard and changed the subject.

"By the way, it seems the Cult Leader is giving too much power to the young lord. A child should be raised strong. To give Ghost Spirit Valley and Hwahwaru..."

Mi-chung smiled.

"Since the Na family has been exterminated, Ghost Spirit Valley is just a name, so is there a need to care? The Slaughter Ghosts of the past were objects of fear, but I heard that these days, they only raise cockroaches."

"Hahaha!"

At the word 'cockroaches', Mun-gang laughed heartily.

Just then, a sword fell on Mun-gang's Baihui acupoint.

The moment the tip of the sword was about to reach Mun-gang's Baihui acupoint, whoosh! a half-moon saber flew through the air.

The half-moon saber that Mun-gang had thrown was returning, drawing a half-moon at a fast speed.

Jin Sa-wol took in the flying half-moon saber with his eyes and then his eyes met Mi-chung's.

Mi-chung was smiling at Jin Sa-wol.

On his face, he saw his strangely raised lips and a large centipede wriggling on his neck.

It seemed the head of the centipede was entering Mi-chung's mouth.

'Loyal Ghost King!'

There was no way that Jin Sa-wol, who was from the Demonic Cult, would not know a cadre of the Demonic Cult.

The problem was the one from the nine great demonic armies whom he had suddenly met here. But even so, there was no way to prevent Mun-gang's death.

Even if the half-moon saber flew and Loyal Ghost King stood in front of him, the sword that had reached Mun-gang's Baihui acupoint would cut through flesh and bone.

Thump!

Although the sword had stabbed the Baihui acupoint, it did not go in.

Jin Sa-wol, with an indifferent face, discovered that the face of Mun-gang, who had shown a plump cheek, was as dry as a mummy.

It was a face with only bones and wrinkled skin left. The sight of the protruding blood vessels was clearly visible.

Whoosh!

The half-moon saber, which had passed Mun-gang's head, was now in Mun-gang's hand.

"How did you get up here?"

Mun-gang, who had turned his head, looked at Jin Sa-wol, who was standing in front of the door, about five zhang away.

His face had returned to its original appearance.

"By walking."

"By walking?"

Mun-gang stared at Jin Sa-wol with a face that said it was ridiculous. This was the seventh floor, and to get up here, one had to go through the sixth floor.

But he couldn't even feel any presence. He had only known of Jin Sa-wol's existence after seeing Mi-chung's smile just before Jin Sa-wol's sword had reached his Baihui acupoint.

Jin Sa-wol's movement was that stealthy. If he had been careless, it would have been fatal.

Mun-gang thought of his subordinates and shook his head.

"You foolish bastards."

Swish!

Mun-gang, who had stood up from his seat, held a half-moon saber in both hands, his plump cheeks and belly jiggling.

"So you are the Jin Sa-wol who has been bothering me lately."

Jin Sa-wol silently observed the face of the Blood Curtain Master. What he had seen was not a mistake. If so, it meant that he had also learned a demonic art.

'Bone Armor Art?'

It was a demonic art that maximized external power to create a body of diamond-like invulnerability, and it was a martial art that many warriors in the Demonic Cult learned.

As Mun-gang showed killing intent and took a step towards Jin Sa-wol, Mi-chung stepped forward.

"I'll do it. I've received a lot from Brother Mun, so I'll try to earn my keep today."

Seeing Mi-chung step forward to earn his keep, Mun-gang threw a disappointed gaze.

If Mi-chung stepped forward, there was nothing for him to do.

Mi-chung extended his left hand to Jin Sa-wol and said.

"Seeing that you've come up here, you're no ordinary person. I'll have to see your skills."

Although Mi-chung's words had ended, there was no particular change in his left hand. Jin Sa-wol's eyes turned to Mi-chung's shadow.

He felt the shadow of Mi-chung, which was facing him, stretching.

Just then, thwack! a black snake jumped out from the shadow and aimed for Jin Sa-wol's neck.

Seeing the black snake that was flying with its mouth open, he stabbed his sword. But the black snake's head, as if it were a hard rock, was fine even after being hit by Jin Sa-wol's sword.

Clang!

As a sharp metallic sound erupted, he saw the black snake being pushed back by the impact. At that moment, dozens of snakes jumped out from Mi-chung's shadow and descended upon Jin Sa-wol's entire body.

'Insignificant creatures.'

It was something that ordinary people would be terrified of. But Jin Sa-wol's expression showed no change.

He accurately stabbed the heads of the snakes with his sword.

Clang! Clang! Pfft!

Amidst the metallic sounds, he saw a snake whose eyeball had popped out and had collapsed. It was a snake whose glabella had been accurately stabbed.

'The real and the fake are mixed. Is it a trick of the eye?'

Jin Sa-wol, having grasped the situation, held his sword again.

Mi-chung also extended his right hand forward.

In that instant, a huge black snake with a face the size of an adult's fist flew in with its mouth wide open.

Jin Sa-wol's sword pierced into the snake's mouth.

Crash!

Although it should have pierced the mouth, a strong sound of impact erupted, and Jin Sa-wol's figure was pushed back.

Although he had thought it was a snake, it was not a snake, but a snake-shaped ink-stone whip. It was known that if one were hit once by Mi-chung's weapon, one's bones and flesh would be crushed like tofu.

"Your eyes are fast, and your hands are fast. Your sense seems to be good too. You're a good one."

Whoosh!

As the ink-stone whip stirred the air and flew in again, two gourd bottles flew in front of Jin Sa-wol's eyes. One was Jo-rim's poison, and the other was alum powder.

"Hmph!"

Mi-chung, who was surprised, tried to retrieve the ink-stone whip, but the bottle broke, and the alum powder flew, and Jo-rim's poison spread like raindrops.

Thwack! Shwaaak!

In that instant, a huge shadow flew towards Jin Sa-wol.

Crash!

The sound of impact that had erupted on the seventh floor spread throughout the tower. At the same time, he saw Jin Sa-wol, who had broken through the window and was jumping down.

Jin Sa-wol's expression, who was falling to the ground, still showed no major change.

'Has the Black Centipede grown?'

The huge shadow was a black sphere. It looked like a centipede that had coiled its body. Seeing that, he thought of Song Ha-sang of Ghost Spirit Valley.

He was Mi-chung's disciple, and he knew that he had studied insect ghosts under Mi-chung for about five years and had been taught martial arts.

'Was there such a big centipede in the world?'

Jin Sa-wol, after turning his body and landing on the ground, raised his head towards Mi-chung, who was flying down from the seventh floor.

"Not a single person has escaped from my eyes!"

Mi-chung, who had shouted loudly, extended his right arm towards Jin Sa-wol. From his sleeve, dozens of blue butterflies poured out and headed for Jin Sa-wol.

'Butterfly Dagger.'

It was a hidden weapon with the wings of a butterfly. As dozens of them scattered and fell, there seemed to be no place to dodge.

Just then, Jin Sa-wol's left hand wriggled, and ten daggers shot up into the air, rotating like cannonballs.

Thwack-thwack-thwack!

"Huh?"

Mi-chung's eyes widened as large holes were pierced in the group of falling butterfly daggers, and daggers flew in.

He was even more surprised because he couldn't see how Jin Sa-wol's hand had moved. When a person's body threw a hidden weapon, that action was supposed to follow. But Jin Sa-wol had no such motion.

"Don't tell me it's the Shadowless Dagger Art?"

Although it had brushed past his mind for a moment, he concluded that it couldn't be.

The Shadowless Dagger Art was a martial art of Ghost Spirit Valley. There was no way a Slaughter Ghost of Ghost Spirit Valley would be standing in front of him.

Whoosh!

A large centipede with a body as thick as an adult's forearm came out of his sleeve, rotated, and wrapped around Mi-chung. It was because there was no place to dodge in the air.

Thump! Crash!

As the daggers struck the centipede's armor, a large sound of impact erupted. Although the daggers, which had a strong rotational force, had a high penetrating power, they could not pierce the centipede's armor.

Thump!

A large centipede wrapped around the left arm of Mi-chung, who had landed on the ground.

Jin Sa-wol, after confirming that the centipede was not a living, real centipede, but a weapon, showed a subtle expression.

It was an expression that made it hard to tell whether he was smiling or angry.

'It's a child's toy.'

Mi-chung frowned when he discovered that a crack had formed on the shell of the Insect Armor Ghost.

"What kind of bastard are you?"

Receiving Mi-chung's gaze, Jin Sa-wol held his sword.

"A bug hunter."