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In the distant past, when the Cheonsalgo Star rose, they sought out and killed all the children born under its influence.

Despite this, due to selfish mothers who hid their child’s birth, they captured and killed all within a generous hundred days.

Much blood and tears stained the earth.

But the child born under the ominous Cheonsalgo Star had to be eliminated, even if it meant enduring the consequences.

Otherwise, not only would the earth be stained, but it would be engulfed by a massive wave, drowning beneath blood and tears.

The madness of Cheonsalgo was something humans could not bear.

And it grew increasingly as time passed.

Initially, it was just a fascination with blood, tearing flesh and shattering bones for pleasure.

But as the madness seeped into the marrow, it led to a realization of pleasure beyond mere slaughter.

Laughing at human sorrow and finding no greater amusement than the pain of others was the enlightenment.

Cheong’s gaze was fixated on death.

It was when he stood watching the staggering figure of Odokani.

Suddenly, Cheong’s arm moved.

The sensation of sharpening a blade, muscles well-toned? He had trained well.

A beat later, Cheong’s head turned.

A man holding a severed arm was beside him.

“Nice to meet you. Are we meeting for the first time?”

The Moonlight Sword danced, filling the space.

Originally, the Moonlight Sword’s dance was cheerful and lively, but under Cheonsalgo’s influence, it painted a completely different picture.

Seductive and ominous.

Like a mosquito that clings to the body for a moment, stings sharply, sucks the blood, and then flies heavily.

The Moonlight Sword’s tip pierced the tendons, snapping them. The taut tendons broke, shriveling into the muscles.

The severed limbs twisted in strange directions and fell.

In a familiar pose, Cheong exclaimed in admiration.

“Oh! An unexpected identity? You know something.”

After poking the enemy’s side, Cheong moved forward. The cleanly severed enemy’s belly swelled, blood oozing out.

It was a gift from the King’s hand.

Now, Cheong had almost memorized the human body’s internal structure.

He had learned where to stab and how to cut, what to pierce and tear.

Cheong wiped the blood off the Moonlight Sword with his fingers and smeared it on his tongue.

Slightly bitter and strangely addictive.

Well, now it’s time to enjoy the banquet.

“Priest!”

A desperate cry. Cheong’s head turned sharply.

The enemy, who had fallen, raised his sword towards the fallen Daedomo gate. For a moment, life returned to Cheong’s eyes.

The enemy, who was about to strike down, staggered, losing his balance and fell.

As the Daedomo gate turned the corpse over, a hairpin sticking out of the enemy’s ear was visible.

A hairpin, used to secure a woman’s hair.

“Are you okay?”

With fingers as white as jade, she removed the hairpin and spoke in a delicate voice that didn’t suit the battlefield.

The Daedomo gate looked at her in a daze.

Truly gracious.

The Daedomo gate snapped out of it.

“What’s wrong? Are you not okay? Did I come too late?”

After wiping the hairpin on his pants, fixing his hair, Cheong asked.

The Daedomo gate suddenly regained his composure.

“Oh. Thank you, thank you!”

“Soldier, thank you!”

Other Daedomo gates who had been calling for the priest also joined in overwhelming gratitude.

Cheong awkwardly extended his hand.

“Don’t mention it. Fight carefully. Don’t get hurt for no reason.”

The eleventh time Cheong had encountered the Priestess of the Shinnyeomun.

Placing seven hairpins in a big twist.

The secret technique of the Shinnyeomun, who wear two steel-made equipment hairpins and five throwing hairpins on their heads.

Even in places where weapons are not allowed, no one questions a woman’s hairpins.

Although there is a serious drawback of the head becoming significantly heavier, a master’s backbone does not yield.

With the power of the Qing, even if the shape of the needle on the clock hand was dense, it could withstand it.

However, the appearance becomes extremely suspicious.

Something feels a bit dull.

Qing regained her appetite and surveyed the battlefield.

A bold counterattack from Baengdaesan was visible.

The sword that entered the neck came out under the opposite side of the waist.

The body torn diagonally fell back with a thud.

Ugh. Sloppy. What was that?

It must be the clumsiness of an intermediate practitioner.

Qing pierced the Daechungmun with her sword.

Shinnyeom Geom Sam Chosik Cheonnyeo Daechangbu.

The blade wrapped in Qi drew a trajectory similar to Baengdaesan and passed through the enemy’s body.

However, the result was different.

The severed torso slid down along the diagonal cut.

That’s right. Diagonal cutting is my style.

San was still far from being defeated.

No, maybe it’s the limit of a half-sword practitioner?

Qing nodded satisfactorily.

It was cruel yet amazing.

Meanwhile, the frontline Blue Wave Division hesitated, and the warriors of Daechungmun raised their spirits with a shout.

Qing raised her hand in response and surveyed the battlefield.

There, Namgung Shinjae was seen.

True to the word ‘swordsmanship’, he silently wielded his sword.

The left hand that held the scabbard did nothing.

If that’s the case, wouldn’t it be better to use both hands or at least carry a shield?

Well.

It’s up to him. Whatever.

And on the other side, Changbin’s figure was seen.

Qing was surprised.

Why is he fighting so well?

The traces of the sword drawn by Geom remained shattered and scattered.

The remnants of the shattered sword, shining and red, fluttered in the air.

It was truly a dazzling flower display, with the whole world filled with the swirling remnants of the sword.

The falling petals touched the enemy, blooming into a crimson color again.

The sight of the falling enemy was captured by Qing.

The enemy’s body was covered with wounds, bleeding profusely, unable to regain consciousness.

Qing felt a little unjust.

Why is that not a demonic technique but something else?

Why am I the only one using the Heavenly Supreme Martial Art?

In fact, Qing’s perception was not wrong.

The volcanic sword was indeed cruel.

The volcanic seasonal sword was powerful.

However, it was too cruel.

Even the masters of the Dojo were reluctant to learn the volcanic martial arts.

Therefore, the later generations concealed the relentless malice of the volcanic seasonal sword with advanced martial arts.

And added splendor with variations and joy.

Thus, the famous Plum Blossom Sword was born.

However, the cruelty that was hidden by splendor did not disappear.

The overflowing sword energy and blood.

The warriors of Daechungmun, who had gathered their strength and pressed down, subtly raised their heads again.

Yes. I can’t lose either!

Qing plunged into the midst of the enemies.

—-

Yeomsaraedal realized too late that the situation had gone terribly wrong.

The Blue Wave Division was a special unit of the Maegyo composed of at least first-class experts.

After sweeping away the remnants of the Jungpa, they should have gathered to watch the show.

Instead, they were being cut down properly.

It was all because of the young masters who were pulling out their swords effortlessly.

They were at least peak-level experts.

Furthermore, there was even the Plum Blossom Swordsmanship of the Volcano Faction among the dogs.

Yeomsaridal’s heart burned.

What Yeomsaridal wanted to do:

Slowly dry out and kill the enemy who was slowly dying due to their own shortcomings, feeling guilty for the deaths of subordinates, and hearing the destruction of the group I created with eyes and ears.

What Yeomsaridal was actually experiencing:

A sense of crisis after losing the battle unit of the Divine Sect due to not properly grasping the enemy’s power.

Watching subordinates die and feeling the burning sensation inside.

It was regrettable that trusted subordinates were dying, but more important was one’s own safety.

What kind of punishment would the commander who messed up the unit face?

The high-ranking members of the Divine Sect would definitely not let it slide.

Yeomsaridal’s expression darkened gradually.

The crucial difference between the Light Faction and the Dark Faction, the White Path and the Black Path, was evident.

It was also the difference between someone seeking us out in dangerous times and someone seeking me out.

Of course, that’s not to say that all members of the Light Faction were kind-hearted individuals.

In the end, Yeomsaridal made a decision.

Flicking away the meteor hammer that was swung at him, Wang Gaeyuk and Ki Hobup widened the gap and avoided it.

Then Yeomsaridal felt around his product.

Thinking it might be a trump card, as the two at the main gate were on guard, Yeomsaridal took out his hand from his pocket and roughly struck his thigh.

The glass bottle inside the fallen pocket shattered, mixing the contents inside the pocket.

Soon, thick smoke began to spew out explosively.

Wang Gaeyuk and Ki Hobup covered their mouths and noses with their sleeves and took quick steps back.

“It’s poison! Everyone retreat!”

In reality, no one knew if it was really poison.

But when seeing suspicious smoke, shouting like this was the way of the martial world.

The sound of sharp whistles echoed in the smoke.

It was a signal for the retreat of the Vanguard Blue Wave Unit.

The villains of the Demon Sect hid their traces in the smoke.

It might not be poison, just simple smoke.

Many thought so, but the actions of actually jumping into the smoke were different.

There could be a chance that poison was mixed in.

So there were only two types of people who could jump into the smoke.

The first was someone who clearly knew that there was no poison in the smoke.

The members of the retreating Vanguard Blue Wave Unit were of this type.

The second was someone who didn’t need to worry about whether there was poison in the smoke or not.

Someone who had taken an antidote in advance or had already taken precautions.

Or someone with a rare constitution that was immune to poison.