Chapter 128
Chapter 128
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 128
Chapter Title: Madness of the Half-Moon Hall
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“You've come to the Sun-Moon Sect?”
“You're crazy if you want to die.”
“We heard you're no ordinary guy, but we didn't expect you to be crazier than us.”
The Half-Moon Hall members burst into hollow laughter.
“Oh? You've heard of me?”
Cheonhwi lightly shook out his hands.
The fact that they knew him meant their target wasn't those junior disciples over there.
“Then it really is the Sun-Moon Sect.”
“So what do you plan to do about it?”
“What else? Kill you.”
“Puhahaha!”
“Can't believe this; you must've lost your mind.”
The Half-Moon Hall members roared with laughter.
“Yeah, go ahead and try killing us.”
“But you'll die first.”
Killing intent exploded from their bodies.
At the same time, a vicious demonic aura rose, completely engulfing the empty abandoned house.
Crack—
The shock caused cracks in the roof.
As the precariously enduring roof shook, rainwater poured inside.
“Ah, I was trying to avoid the rain.”
Cheonhwi, gazing at the pouring rain, lightly kicked off the ground and exited the abandoned house.
At that moment.
Slash!
The swords of the Half-Moon Hall members waiting outside slashed at him from all directions.
“You came out on your own!”
Cheonhwi twisted his waist to dodge the sword.
“Too late!”
Another Half-Moon Hall member who had been waiting on the roof leaped down, thrusting his sword.
Spurt!
At that instant, a fountain of blood shot high into the sky, mixing with the falling rain.
“......!”
The Half-Moon Hall members swallowed hard.
The one who had charged was instead pierced and falling downward.
And below him.
Cheonhwi was already holding his White Lotus Sword in his right hand, wearing a thin smile.
Moments later, the corpse that had been a Half-Moon Hall member fell into the pooled rainwater on the ground.
Swoosh—
Cheonhwi brushed back his rain-soaked hair.
As the Half-Moon Hall members stood frozen to the spot, their feet rooted to the ground like trees in the unbelievable sight, Cheonhwi's lips moved.
“You're the ones who are late.”
Facing the icy sneer, the Half-Moon Hall members' anger surged to the top of their heads.
“You bastard!”
“Where do you think you're retreating to!”
Even after witnessing Cheonhwi's astonishing sword strike, the Half-Moon Hall members showed no sign of backing down.
On the contrary, they burned with even greater fighting spirit.
'Oh ho, just like the Divine Cult folks?'
The corners of Cheonhwi's eyes curved upward.
Their style of charging in regardless of life or death resembled the Divine Cult's followers.
'Of course, their skill is sorely lacking.'
As he quietly observed them.
Splash!
The numerous weapons gripped by the Half-Moon Hall members pierced through the downpour and charged in.
'Enough to handle all at once......'
Cheonhwi's eyes narrowed.
'That one will do.'
There was a perfect technique for the job.
Swoosh—
Cheonhwi raised his left hand.
From his pale palm, as if untouched by sunlight, a pitch-black shadow bloomed.
At that moment, the rain stopped.
No, the world stopped in his hand.
The only thing that moved within it was one.
Only the pitch-black shadow blooming from Cheonhwi's hand slowly slashed diagonally.
And as the shadow pierced through them.
Whoosh—
The halted time resumed its flow.
Clang! Clang!
The charging weapons shattered like twigs before they could even touch, upon meeting the shadow.
And simultaneously, their wielders.
The Half-Moon Hall members were torn apart just as pathetically as their weapons, vomiting blood.
“Cough!”
“Guh!”
It was the Black Shadow Massacre, a technique from the long-forgotten martial art of hundreds of years ago, one of the pinnacle demonic arts within the Returning Heaven Knot.
Cheonhwi, having unleashed it, impassively surveyed his surroundings.
“Not bad.”
The Half-Moon Hall members showed no fear despite their comrades' deaths.
On the contrary, they were smiling.
Seeing them laugh maniacally, Cheonhwi wore the same smile.
He was very pleased.
If they had fled, it would have been a hassle to hunt them down one by one, but here they were, coming to him.
“And without running away, no less.”
One of the Half-Moon Hall members opened his mouth.
“You think we'd run from trash like you...... Guh!”
But he couldn't finish his words.
A long red line had already been drawn across his neck.
The line deepened, and soon his head lolled to the side.
Spurt!
His head fell, and blood gushed out.
Cheonhwi lightly shook off his swung sword and moved his lips.
“No need to hunt one by one. Come at me all together.”
“......We'll kill you.”
Despite witnessing the astonishingly terrifying swordsmanship, the Half-Moon Hall members were undaunted.
On the contrary, they bared their teeth toward Cheonhwi and exuded killing intent, ready to charge without regard for who went first.
A Half-Moon Hall member dropped from a tree, swinging his longsword widely.
Whish!
At the same time, sword light flashed.
The Soul Piercing Sword, one of the Ten Great Evil Sword Arts of the unorthodox sects, manifested after hundreds of years and skewered the Half-Moon Hall member's abdomen like a spit.
“Cough!”
As Cheonhwi tried to pull out the embedded sword from the Half-Moon Hall member who had dropped his longsword.
Grip!
The Half-Moon Hall member with the pierced abdomen tightly gripped the blade and glared sharply with both eyes.
Following that, he spat a glob of phlegm.
“Ptoo!”
Cheonhwi twisted his head to dodge the blood-mixed phlegm and twisted the corner of his mouth.
“Last gasp?”
“You think...... I'll die alone.”
At that instant, a sharp sword thrust in from the chest pierce.
“That was your brilliant plan?”
Cheonhwi dodged with a flick and looked at him with bulging eyes of disbelief.
“Too predictable.”
“How...... the ambush......”
“I felt your presence, obviously.”
The Half-Moon Hall member's eyes trembled around the edges as he glared at Cheonhwi, the light in his pupils slowly fading.
As his head drooped, the hand gripping the blade fell limply downward.
Cheonhwi stared indifferently at the Half-Moon Hall member dying slowly and pulled out his sword.
The body slumped down.
The blood mixed with rainwater was now spreading profusely in all directions.
And he raised his head to lock eyes with the Half-Moon Hall member who had just ambushed him.
“Individuals have decent skill, but no joint attacks or anything?”
The Half-Moon Hall member flinched at Cheonhwi's words.
As he said, the Half-Moon Hall had no joint techniques.
Far from it, they were just a bunch of madmen who fought regardless of whether they or others lived or died.
There was no way they would combine their power.
Cheonhwi's Soul Piercing Sword shot out again.
True to its name, the Soul Piercing Sword pursued the Half-Moon Hall member's soul and pierced his side.
“Cough!”
Cheonhwi whispered to the Half-Moon Hall member clutching his side with bloodshot eyes.
“The Full Moon Swordsman came here too, right?”
At Cheonhwi's question, his pupils dilated, and his face paled.
Trapped in the Extreme Soul Subjugation Demonic Spirit Art, he had lost his reason, showing only the whites of his eyes.
“Came...... yes.”
“Where is he?”
Cheonhwi asked while looking at him.
But.
“Gurgle—”
What came back was the sound of boiling blood.
“Was the Extreme Soul Subjugation Demonic Spirit Art too much?”
The Extreme Soul Subjugation Demonic Spirit Art, which dominated the soul, had hastened the end of his already fading life thread even further.
“Well, plenty left anyway.”
Cheonhwi scanned the remaining ones.
At least over twenty in number.
There were still many left.
“......!”
The previously fearless Half-Moon Hall members flinched.
No matter how ruthless the hands or how great the opponent, their reason, which had never wavered, was beginning to crumble bit by bit.
No, more precisely, they were regaining it.
The emotions they hadn't felt since learning the Soul Harvesting Heart Method.
Fear and terror!
Cheonhwi spoke to them as their pupils began to tremble faintly.
“Not coming?”
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ “Do you know who we are?”
Zhuge Sheng-ho asked them.
But.
“Whoever they are, enemies.”
All that returned was a sneer.
However, Zhuge Sheng-ho didn't waver at their words and moved his lips.
“I am Zhuge Sheng-ho of the Zhuge Clan. And these gentlemen are from the North Hebei Peng Clan......”
“Shut up.”
A Half-Moon Hall member cut him off.
“So you're the heirs of the Eight Great Clans, telling us to tuck tail and run?”
Zhuge Sheng-ho swallowed and said.
“Do you truly intend to risk war?”
“Kuhahaha!”
“They say the Zhuge Clan are smart, but not always.”
At those words, the Half-Moon Hall members all burst into maniacal laughter, their eyes gleaming.
“Why do you think war would break out?”
“What do you......”
“Who do you think will know you died here?”
“T-That means murder and silencing......”
Zhuge Sheng-ho stepped back.
“Now your brain's turning.”
The Half-Moon Hall member grinned and moved forward.
“Let's taste the blood of the so-called Wonder Zhuge.”
Zhuge Sheng-ho bit his lip at that moment.
'Damn! Why am I the one in this mess!'
He felt incredibly wronged right now.
Had he wanted to attend the Dragon-Phoenix Assembly?
His older brother, who was supposed to go, had entered secluded training after a recent enlightenment, leaving him no choice.
And now this!
About to lose his life to a Half-Moon Hall ambush!
It was so unfair his chest felt like it would burst.
'Is having no talent a crime!'
Zhuge Sheng-ho fumed inwardly.
His brother's talent was so outstanding even grandfather paid attention.
And his little brother had been making mechanisms alone since age three; now no one in the clan could match him.
In contrast, what about him?
He could manage average mechanisms, but no talent.
Zhuge Sheng-ho gripped his thread tightly.
And using the Minor Heavenly Star Art, he wrapped faint sword qi around the thread.
'Damn it! Die!'
Whish—
Plucking Leaves Flying Flowers!
Zhuge Sheng-ho unleashed the Zhuge Clan's secret thread technique, then clenched his fist without even checking the result.
And he took a large step forward with his left foot.
Thud!
As the heavy Thousand Catty Drop unfolded, he thrust out his right fist powerfully.
Heavenly Star Collapse Fist.
The one fist technique Zhuge Sheng-ho was truly confident in slammed into the abdomen of the charging Half-Moon Hall member, sending him flying backward.
But.
Whirl—
The flying Half-Moon Hall member spun once in the air, landed, and wiped the blood from his mouth.
“Zhuge Clan's Heavenly Star Collapse Fist? Not a shred of power.”
Zhuge Sheng-ho's face twisted.
No matter how he looked, it didn't seem like a major hit.
'Damn! If I'd known, I should've thrown a tantrum and begged Father for the Great Heavenly Star Divine Art!'
Zhuge Sheng-ho clenched his fist again.
What good was regret now?
With his life hanging by a thread.
“Come on.”
As Zhuge Sheng-ho spat words he didn't mean, the Half-Moon Hall member smirked.
“Sure thing.”
Zhuge Sheng-ho grimaced.
'No need to come!'
But he couldn't say it out loud.
The other junior disciples beside him were already locked in fierce combat.
'Just don't die!'
Zhuge Sheng-ho clashed with the Half-Moon Hall member.
Meanwhile, the situation for the other junior disciples wasn't all that good either.
On the contrary, it was bad.
Partly because the Half-Moon Hall members' skills were superior.
But mostly because there were far too many of them.
“Damn!”
Moyong Sang bit his lip after barely felling a Half-Moon Hall member. Already, another was charging with his saber raised.
He quickly circulated his inner energy.
And he unleashed the Moyong Clan's hereditary martial art, Flashing Light Cloud Parting Sword.
Pfft!
Blue sword qi bloomed from his sword and shot out like sharp thorns.
But.
“That all you got?”
The Half-Moon Hall member chuckled and deflected the Flashing Light Cloud Parting Sword. Then he began relentlessly targeting Moyong Sang's openings.
How many exchanges passed like that?
Moyong Sang ultimately suffered a fatal wound from the persistently pressing saber.
“Kuh!”
Moyong Sang clutched his slashed waist.
“Damn!”
A curse escaped him involuntarily.
How many gashes was this already?
His uniform was already in tatters, and the blood seeping through wasn't fully washed away even by the downpour from the broken ceiling.
And that wasn't all.
“Huff, huff.”
Peng Cheolwi was breathing raggedly as he slowly retreated, while Yang Seryeong and Hwangbo Sohyeon looked like they could barely stand.
As they retreated like fleeing until they reached a dead end, they finally panicked.
“Corpses?”
“Half-Moon Hall members?”
Corpses were piled up like a mountain.
And atop that mountain of corpses.
A man sat aloof.
“Finally made it.”
Cheonhwi spoke to the Half-Moon Hall members who had chased the retreating junior disciples.
“I've been waiting.”