The Warning Is Given Only Once. (2)

Yu Seol, who chased the Cult Leader, glanced back once.

Her eyes were full of regret and sorrow.

Her gaze was not on the retreating Storm Rider’s back.

It was the hundreds of Blood Cult disciples sprawled on the ground.

“…Sigh, what a waste.”

There was no time to collect the spoils.

If she checked each of their belongings one by one, it would take at least a day.

With the fate of Soyo Mountain Villa hanging by a thread, there was no time for such luxuries.

She needed to quickly finish off the Cult Leader and return.

‘But what does the Cult Leader have?’

No doubt he must be carrying something extremely valuable.

A few days ago, they had even obtained two expensive bracelets from the leader of the Blood Sword Unit they captured.

Whether a martial arts manual or treasure, she wanted to check quickly what he had.

Licking her lips, Yu Seol slowly extended her index finger forward.

A monstrous swirl of qi gathered at her fingertip.

A supreme martial arts finger technique that compresses inner energy infinitely and shoots it as a single point — the Buddhist Light One Line Finger.

A beam of light shot from her fingertip and headed straight for the back of the Cult Leader ahead.

It was as fast as one could compare to the speed of light.

Swooooosh-!!!

The Cult Leader Yeom Hwi, walking ahead, was startled by the chilling aura approaching from behind.

Without looking, he hurriedly thrust a hand behind him to defend.

Kwahhh-!!

The heavy impact made Yeom Hwi’s upper body stagger as if he might fall. Black Killing Soul Shattering Palm, went numb from the force.

Furious, he turned his head and shouted.

“What the hell are you doing, you bitch!”

Clutching the Dragon Flower Spear, Yu Seol quickened her pursuing steps.

“Cult Leader. Hand over everything you have while I’m being reasonable.”

The Cult Leader was dumbfounded to the point of losing his mind.

Who was he? He was the Cult Leader of the White Flower Blood Cult who unified the Jiangsu region and absorbed the remnants of the Demonic Cult.

Not only that—through the demonic arts manual left by the Great Demon Head Eun Hwa-pa, he gained a thousand years’ worth of inner energy.

To be threatened like that — he was speechless with disbelief.

He, running at the front, turned his head and quickly checked his surroundings.

Only after confirming that the Storm Rider had completely disappeared did he abruptly stop.

“Do you think I ran away because I’m afraid of you?”

It was simply because he stood no chance against two Profound Realm opponents. But in a one-on-one, there would be no reason to run.

Cult Leader Yeom Hwi, as if wounded in pride, narrowed his eyes and glared at the Yin Monster.

Then, from five meters away, Yu Seol halted, pointed the Dragon Flower Spear at him, and said.

“This is a warning. Keep your eyes open and speak nicely. Got it?”

It wasn’t a normal conversation at all.

Seething with rage, Yeom Hwi raised both hands and spat curses.

“This crazy old hag is trying to die…”

At that moment, black strong qi wrapped his hands and vomited forth a terrifying demonic aura.

He was about to fully unleash the Fierce Demon Killing Soul Technique.

The demonic aura emitted by a thousand years of internal qi was beyond imagination.

But the stronger the opponent, the more Yu Seol’s fighting spirit blazed.

“Alright, Cult Leader. You deserve a good lesson.”

Golden aura flared across Yu Seol’s body, and a halo manifested.

The peerless martial art stolen by the Tripitaka Priest from Tianzhu.

Facing the Buddha Lion Roar Divine technique for the first time, Yeom Hwi’s pupils trembled for an instant.

He ground his teeth and charged toward the Yin Monster.

Ta-at-!

Gripping the Dragon Flower Spear, Yu Seol did not yield and ran straight at Yeom Hwi.

Their forms met, and they exchanged a round of blows.

Kwahhhhhh-!!!

The tremendous roar seemed to echo across a 5 km radius.

They recoiled several steps from the recoil, then snapped back together like magnets and began a full-scale duel.

The warlike atmosphere permeated Soyo Mountain Villa and the entire gorge.

The chief Meng Nam-cheon’s face was full of solemnity.

He stood alone atop a hill, staring at the enemy camp.

‘There’s only one chance. It must succeed.’

He had to lure the White Flower Blood Cult’s warriors out by himself.

But how easy would that be? There were as many as four Extreme Demons.

Meng Nam-cheon took a deep breath as if to shake off his tension.

“Hooop.”

In front of him, the buzzing Blood Cult disciples seemed to be waiting only for the attack order. Near their rear, he could see the terrifying figures Yang Monster had mentioned.

There was no reason to hesitate.

Exhaling deeply again, he shouted toward the enemy camp.

“You bastards! Even after being punished like that, you still haven’t come to your senses!!”

All the Blood Cult disciples gathered at the gorge’s entrance turned to look at one place.

“…?”

On a small hill about thirty meters away.

A swordsman was holding his sword at a slanted downward angle.

“I am Meng Nam-cheon of Soyo Mountain Villa! If anyone dares to meet my blade, come up here! I’ll slaughter you like the rookies of the Blood Sword Unit!!”

He provoked the enemies and emphasized that he had killed the masters of the Blood Sword Unit.

The reason was to conceal that it was a lure and to induce the enemy’s carelessness.

At that moment, someone in the enemy camp shouted.

“Kill that bastard right now!!”

The chief of Soyo Mountain Villa had come down alone without fear.

The White Flower Blood Cult would not miss that opportunity.

A black tide was surging toward the hill, but Meng Nam-cheon didn’t flinch.

No, he couldn’t—those approaching were only small fry.

The sect’s defenders watched from afar with looks of amusement.

‘They won’t take the bait easily? Damn it. I have to hold out until those guys move.’

It was a fight of hundreds to one.

His gaze sank as he watched the approaching enemies.

And when the distance to the enemies narrowed to within about ten meters.

The sword he held slowly rose at a slant.

“From now on I’ll show you why I was called the Invincible Sword of Zhejiang Province.”

He stood silently and waited for the enemies to come closer.

And then, when the gap closed to three meters.

His sword moved like a sharp flash, beginning to slash through the air.

Wind-Flower Moon Flash. One of his seasonal techniques, it was the Extreme mass-destruction martial art.

Papat-! Papapapat-!!

Crescent-shaped bursts of powerful qi launched from the swordtip indiscriminately pierced the approaching Blood Cult disciples.

Sskk-! Sskk-kk-!!

“Ugh!”

“Aaaah!!”

In a single technique, dozens of Blood Cult disciples were cleaved in two and fell.

Though not on the level of the Yin Monster’s Spear Control Technique, it was still terrifying in power.

But the stronger the destructive force, the greater the inner energy consumption.

He couldn’t unleash such a powerful attack repeatedly.

Grit-!

Clenching his sword tightly, Meng Nam-cheon hurled himself into the wave of Blood Cult disciples.

His movement was unhesitating, like a fish meeting water.

Shwaaak-! Pook-! Sskk-!!

Where Meng Nam-cheon passed, the slaughtered corpses piled up like autumn leaves.

No one could stop his set of strikes.

The precision of striking only vital points and his lightning-fast attacks were indeed as famed.

Although the enemy corpses accumulated rapidly around him, it wasn’t enough to lure out the defenders.

“Iyeop!!”

With a single cry, his feet kicked off the ground and he rose low into the air.

At the same time, he spun like a storm among the enemies with his blade.

Whirrrrr-!!

Only after advancing five meters did his feet touch the ground again.

And where he had passed, about twenty Blood Cult disciples lay toppled at once.

Thud-!

It was truly a monstrous swordplay.

Even now, Meng Nam-cheon moved without rest, slaughtering enemies.

He displayed an invincible stature, but his expression wasn’t bright. The defenders still hadn’t approached.

‘Fine. If you don’t come, I’ll kill all your men.’

But before that, his internal qi might deplete and he could collapse from exhaustion.

Yet even if his dantian emptied, he could not stop.

Shwaaak-! Sskk-!! Sskk-!!

He moved crazily, felling a dozen or so Blood Cult disciples as he advanced.

And once more he pierced the chest of a Blood Cult disciple approaching from the side.

Pook-!

And as he pulled it out.

Suddenly, Meng Nam-cheon’s brow tightened sharply.

It was because of a sword flying from the rear — its speed was on a different level from the opponents he was facing.

‘A surprise attack?’

It was a stealthy, rapid strike that sent chills down his spine.

But Meng Nam-cheon was no easy mark.

He reflexively twisted his torso to defend against the incoming blow.

Thudrrr-!!

With a dull sound, his two feet dragged across the ground and slid.

But there was no time to recover his stance — this time two blades of sword-energy approached from the opposite side.

There was no way to face them head-on. Gritting his teeth, he used footwork.

In an instant, a wave of light burst into the spot where he had been, tearing the air apart.

Papapat-!!

Using the Displacement and Exchange technique, Meng Nam-cheon barely escaped the crisis and ran like mad.

‘For now, it seems to have worked.’

He didn’t need to turn back to be sure.

The terrible demonic aura felt behind him could only be emitted by Extreme Demons.

They seemed determined to catch and kill him, chasing with full force.

However, the situation was not that simple.

Because of lingering past injuries, Meng Nam-cheon’s light footwork skill wasn’t very fast.

Perhaps for that reason, a tense pursuit continued where capture seemed possible at any moment.

‘…Just a little more!’

If he were caught and surrounded by the four Extreme Demons, he wouldn’t last a moment.

After a short while, the passage gradually narrowed as he entered the gorge.

About fifty meters ahead.

There stood a child, holding a spear slanted down, motionless.

‘Yang Monster has come out this far? Fortunately.’

Relief finally showed in Meng Nam-cheon’s eyes.

The child’s identity was none other than the Yang Monster.

Strangely, he stood motionless with his eyes closed, even with enemies right in front of him.

From his appearance, Meng Nam-cheon instinctively knew that sight held no meaning for him.

He must be raising his senses to the utmost to unleash his full power.

‘Truly remarkable. Was Yang Monster at that level?’

Yu Jinsan was reading the flow of qi around him with every cell of his body, and sensing the scents carried by the wind.

In addition, he felt the faint vibrations beneath the earth.

The myriad phenomena of the universe had been assimilated into his senses.

Ta-at-!

Meng Nam-cheon brushed past Yu Jinsan’s side.

And it was when the four Extreme Demons following him were about to pass by.

When their distance narrowed to within three meters.

Suddenly, Yu Jinsan, whose eyes had been closed, snapped them open.

Simultaneously, a storm of qi exploded from his whole body and descended upon the Blood Cult’s defenders.

Swoooooosh-!!

Startled and flinching at the terrifying momentum.

Yu Jinsan’s spear tip shone as he began to move.

Flying Advance Killing Force. It was the fastest and most vicious charging technique among the Yu Family Wind Slaying Spear’s secret techniques.

The spear tip trembled and produced countless afterimages, as if hundreds of spears were being thrust at once.

Kwahng-! Kwakwakkwahng-!!

Although the barrage was being blocked, Yu Jinsan did not stop and continued the assault.

With each step he took, the splitting spear tips kept scattering them.

‘Now!’

His goal was to scatter the enemies.

And that plan was somewhat successful.

Without thinking, he hurled himself toward the two on the left.

The other two tried to target Yu Jinsan’s rear but were inevitably cut off.

“Where are you going!!”

Meng Nam-cheon had already returned.

And that wasn’t the end.

On the left cliff.

Three leaders of Soyo Mountain Villa, who had been lying in ambush there, dropped down.

Ta-at-!

They landed and immediately formed a sword formation, rushing toward one of the Extreme Demons.