Revenge (1)

 

Bang!!

The man's body explodes as if it had been hit by a wall bomb after being hit by Mujin's fist.

However, Mujin didn't seem to care about the cruel scene, and before he knew it, he was swinging his fist again, destroying another Sado Refinement's Mujin.

Behind Mujin, along the path that Mujin penetrated, the late exponents of the Sacred Dynasty were following him like a villain.

As if acting as a bridgehead between Mu Jin and the late Jisoo, who were on the front line like Chongcha, Zhuge Jinxi roared and swung his fan wildly.

"Keep moving! If you stop on your feet, you're isolated!!"

The chill emanating from her fan froze the surroundings and the movements of her enemies faltered.

The Late Masters of the Holy Realm who followed her wielded their weapons viciously, finishing off the warriors of the Apostles.

However, the big gates and the late intellects of the Sega family, which had experienced a civil war between the political factions, managed to come to their senses even in the midst of the war.

"Hiic..."

"Huh... Huh

Many of the late-stage exponents, who had only experienced a few stabbings in the neighborhood, had not come to their senses.

Among them was a young martial artist named Zhang Hansheng.

"I wasn't expecting anything like this..."

Mesmerized by the brutality of the battlefield, when his steps falter, and the weapon he should wield against his enemies hesitates.

As he was mesmerized, the sword wielded by the sacrificial warrior flew at him.

'Oh no...'

Half-mesmerized, he belatedly tried to swing his weapon, but it wasn't too late.

'Is this how it ends...?'

Remorse was in his eyes as he stared at the Tao flying towards his neck.

'What kind of riches do you want to enjoy?'

I regretted my past self who got drunk with a young stroke and came to visit the political affairs alliance.

And just before the sword wielded by the martial artist of the Sword of the Four Dragons was about to cut Zhang Hansheng's throat.

Visor!!

Before he knew it, a sword had intervened and stood in his way.

"Comrades-in-arms!!"

Hearing a familiar voice, Zhang Hansheng turned his head in surprise and looked at the owner of the sword.

There, he was the second disciple of the Zhongnan Sect and a precious comrade-in-arms who took care of him when he first entered the Sacred Academy.

The wall huan stood tall like a giant tree, protecting him.

Using the trick of the Thirty-Six Swords, Yu Huan, who pushed back the martial artist of the Sect with a rebound momentum, shouted to Zhang Hansheng, who was still in his senses.

"Wake up!"

And all over the battlefield, there were other disciples of the Zhongnan Sect guarding the Zhong Sect Warriors. Just as he did with Zhang Hansheng.

The disciples of the Zhongnan Sect, who succeeded in defending their comrades, shouted without knowing who would be first.

"You have to endure evil and thugs!!"

"!! Evil"

The moment he heard the cry, Zhang Hansheng's half-departed spirit returned.

'Yes! Fighting is evil and evil!'

Zhang Hansheng roared and swung his weapon as if he were whipping himself.

"!! Evil"

Strangely enough, the number of Sacred Great Warriors who screamed evil like Zhang Han was increasing exponentially.

On the other hand· Mujin, who had been at the forefront, breathed a sigh of relief when the rear seemed to have stabilized.

I couldn't afford to be in the middle of the battlefield and take care of each and every one of my crews.

Even more so now that the Hyukjin River has appeared.

Mujin, who was eager to join the camp as soon as possible, felt the Zhong Nan Sect's performance in awakening those who had been mesmerized.

"Then I'm going to have to speed it up even more."

In Mu Jin's eyes, the fierce battle between the Hyukjin River and the Nangong father and son entered.

It was described as a "fierce battle", but overall, it seemed that the South Palace was being pushed by the rich and poor.

"After all, it's hard for just the two of us..."

Before the two of them fell, he had to join in and deal with the Hyukjin River.

Thinking of this, Mujin once again swung his fist at the sadou warrior who stood in his way.

Bang!!

Immediately after the fist was thrust, Mujin's eyebrows twitched.

I thought I could kill him in one fell swoop, but his fist was lightly blocked.

The man who had lightly blocked Mujin's fist with one hand moved his other hand to grab his face.

Boom!

Immediately after the sound of the skin being ripped off from the face. Mujin's face was filled with dismay.

"Little Heaven!?"

Why is he here?

Mujin's reaction brought a fishy smile to the corner of the little Tianju who took off his mask.

"Hmph... I came back from hell to kill you..."

Looking at Xiao Tianzhu, whose madness hovered in the corner of his eyes, Mu Jin's head began to spin rapidly.

What mattered now was not the question of why the Lord was here.

"If you lead this guy to join the other side, you'll be annihilated."

It was impossible to deal with the Xiao Tianju in the Hyukjin River even with the help of the father and son of the Southern Palace.

And it was hard to fathom how much damage it was going to take when it started going on a rampage.

Mu Jin instinctively weighed the number of cases, and in the end he had no choice but to come to one conclusion.

"Somehow, I have to deal with it alone..."

After making up his mind, Mu Jin hurriedly sent a message to Zhuge Jinhui.

– Help the rich man of the Southern Palace to deal with the Hyukjin River!

Zhuge Jinxi looked at Mu Jin with a puzzled face at the sudden change of plans.

And what she saw was Mu Jin, who was staring at the young man with a face full of tension.

She instinctively understood. That young man was very dangerous.

Funnily enough, she couldn't feel the young warrior's momentum at all.

However, if the opponent was a lackey who didn't even have the momentum, there was no reason for "the" Mujin to be so nervous.

At the age of fifteen, Mujin smirked in front of the elders of the Zhuge family.

After quickly gathering his thoughts, Zhuge Jinxi hurriedly flew to the place where the father and son of the Southern Palace were engaged in a fierce battle.

And before she could move, Mu Jin sent a telegram to Huanghuan.

– From now on, lead the Holy Corps on my behalf! And get as far away from here as possible!

It was Mu Jin who decided to hand over the command structure to Byeok Huan on behalf of Zhuge Jinhui.

When Mujin was improvising and quickly sorting out the situation.

The smile on the corner of his mouth grew even deeper.

"Hmph... I can't think of anything else in front of me. It's ridiculous..."

He sensed that Mujin was making a telephonic sound, and he stretched out his hands in front of him.

Blue energy began to emanate from his left hand, and red energy began to radiate from the right side.

"X shot!!!"

The moment when a double bath came out of Mujin's mouth without realizing it.

Without hesitation, Xiao Tianju clapped his hands together.

For a moment, the yin and yang qi mingle around the clasped hands.

As if they hadn't been together in the first place, a huge explosion erupted and a purple energy erupted head-on.

Mu Jin gritted his teeth and took the flag bearer of the impermanence priesthood.

The members of the Holy Battalion in the rear have not yet escaped.

If he had avoided it, dozens of people could have been exterminated in one fell swoop.

Then there was no choice but to hit back.

"Dig in, you X!!"

It was Mu Jin who had reached the Holy Buddha of the Impermanence Priesthood and was spitting out the nutmeg in his mouth as he unfolded the martial arts containing the teachings of the Buddha.

* * *

Located near Shangshan County, Zhejiang Province, Guanyin Mountain·

Early in the morning, the martial artists of the Zheng Mu League, who had left Dexing County in Jiangxi Province, stopped for a while to organize their ranks at a location where they could see Guanyin Mountain in the distance.

"Is it true that the gunman is on that mountain?"

In response to Mu Gong's question, Zhuge Muhuan, the general soldier, replied with a gentle wave of his fan.

"Yes..."

"Isn't it rumored that the Feng Lin Chae, the mountain house of the Leader of the Leader, is in the southern part of the ship? Was that a false rumor?"

"The rumors are true. It's just that the war isn't over yet, so I haven't returned to the Wind Forest."

A new intelligence agency established by the Political Affairs League, the Dragons·

It was the information that was gathered and found there, which was created by integrating the existing intelligence of the Tianyu and the Open Stream, and adding those who had additionally entered the Political League.

A few days ago, a few masters who were known to belong to the Feng Lin Sect of the Chongpyo Sect went up to Guanyin Mountain after obtaining daily necessities from the merchants of the Dark Heaven Society in Shangshan County with his subordinates.

"And after a few days of thorough surveillance at the Wyvern Pavilion, no one has left the mountain yet, so it's probably certain..."

Hearing Zhuge Muhuan's answer, Mu Gong looked at the top of Guanyin Mountain with a serious expression.

Let's wait a moment to watch him look like he's looking for a gunboat.

'Hmmm· I don't know if I can handle the total vote-breaker."

After all, Zhuge Muhuan, who was not very good at martial arts, could not accurately gauge the gap between them.

On the other hand, he was not the kind of person to waste time on things he couldn't fathom, so he put aside his useless worries and gave instructions.

"Worker! Let's go!"

As he gave the instructions, the escort who was with him moved the flag to and fro to deliver the instructions.

Zhuge Muhuan shook his head in satisfaction at the sight of the martial artists of the Political Affairs League moving in unison according to his instructions.

"After all, the military's job is to assume the worst case and make a plan. If the two of you can't handle it, you can just move accordingly."

In that case, he had come here himself.

What he said to Mu Jin on the way to the Nangong Sega was not just an excuse.

Some of the warriors of the Political Affairs League, who were instructed by Zhuge Muhuan, went along the Guanyin Road and headed for Guanyin Mountain.

They were all dressed as peddlers, national signs, and plowmen.

They were bandits at heart, so it was a kind of bait to lure them out.

"A clever fish might not bite the bait."

Zhuge Muhuan was not a laid-back fisherman.

Rather than catching fish with just one bait, I would rather have bait on the rod and a harpoon in the net.

"Lee... Let's go!"

Most of the remaining martial people under Zhuge Muhuan's instructions formed groups in a certain number and spread out to hide themselves and headed for Guanyin Mountain.

It was a camp that made use of the Thousand Raji Network that had been created in the past during the general army of the Wulin League.

* * *

A large clearing nestled in the middle of Mt. Guanyin·

Originally, it was a place where people traveling up and down the mountain often rested, but now it has been taken over by a group.

A group of insane people who claim that all the mountains belong to them and make it their business to extort money from those who come and go.

The head of the group, the man known in the world as the Generalissimo was lying in a makeshift tent prepared in a clearing, lost in thought.

"Hmmm· No matter how much I think about it, I feel like I've put the wrong rope on..."

He muttered, scratching at his furry chest.

He was a greedy man. In addition, he pursued practicality.

That's why he voluntarily entered the Apostles' Refinement, and when others exalted the Seven Kings and the Three Swords of Heaven.

Even though he had the ability to rival the Seven Kings, he hid his ability.

He was going to wait and take advantage of the time to drive out the Hyukjin River and devour the Sadkai.

But everything was falling apart. The Apostles were in shambles, and a strange new sectarian organization called the Southern Heavenly Society had sprung up.

I tried to move to that side of the road, but I was rebuffed in a good way.

In the end, I had no choice but to stay in the Apostles and fight the war.

"Now that an organization called the Political Affairs League has been created, the apostolic alliance will soon be over."

He instinctively understood. In the end, only catastrophe awaits.

"Hmmm· Let's pretend to be crazy and move on to the magic school..."

After thinking about it for a while, it dawned on him that it wouldn't be easy to imitate a fanatic.

"Tsk· It would be easier to take a big break and create a new identity at the end..."

Anyway, it was enough to hide the power for a few years.

In the minds of the governor, the Murim people were mentally ill and unable to exert their power. Just like he did.

They said that they were now united in the Southern Heaven Association and the Political Blindness, but in the end, it was clear that they would fight among themselves again a few years after the war ended.

Just as the Wulin League and the Sado League did in the past.

But I didn't want to live in poverty without money. So I needed money to spend years on the go, drinking and enjoying women.

Just then· As if Heaven had read his intentions, one of his subordinates hurried to his barracks.

"Chief!! The flagbearers of the Shenhua Flag Bureau have just entered the mountain!"

At the news, the gunman who had been lying on his back stood up with a mean smile on his lips.

It was the largest in Shangshan County.

At the news that the prey was coming to his feet, the gunman's head spun quickly.

"I'm going to have to shake it off one last time and join the Apostle Fellowship again..."

It was not to continue the war. When the Apostle Ren's defeat is too thick.

He was going to sacrifice the stupid bandits and sneak away and start a new life with all his savings.

It can be a little frustrating because you have to hide your identity, but with the money you've saved, you'll be able to live on alcohol and women every day for years.

Dreaming of such a beautiful future, the gunman left the barracks with an axe.

"It's time for a guest!"