Chapter 95
Chapter 95
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 95
Chapter Title: Azure Dragon Emerges from the Sea
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Jinmu assumed a slanted stance with one foot stepped forward.
Wuuuung!
Vivid blue sword energy gleamed sharply on his fist pulled tight to his waist.
Kuuu...
As power surged into his forward foot and dug into the ground, Jinmu held his breath and thrust out a single fist with explosive speed.
Seven Stars Fist: Azure Dragon Emerges from the Sea
The final stance of Wudang's Seven Stars Fist that Cheongu was mastering.
But when executed by Jinmu, who had reached the Sword Aura Realm, it wielded power worthy of being called a divine ultimate technique.
His fist shot out like a dragon coiled deep in the ocean depths ascending to the heavens.
Whiririri!
The moment it thrust forward, the blue energy trailing from his twisting fist spiraled upward in the shape of a coiling dragon ascending.
Craaaack! Kuaaaang!
The spiraling energy slammed into the main gate alongside the walls, exploding violently. The Tyrant Power Sect warriors charging from all sides were flung inward like leaves caught in a storm.
Whoooosh.
Thick dust billowed up, filling the air before settling.
"...!"
Baekpyo halted his sword.
No, he had no choice but to stop.
The Tyrant Power Sect warriors he had been fighting had ceased all attacks, standing with mouths agape in expressions bordering on shock. There was no need to fight anymore.
"Wh-what in the world."
The main gate that had stood there moments ago was gone without a trace, and a full ten zhang stretch of wall had collapsed entirely. No, obliterated was more like it.
Moreover, the area ahead of Jinmu was empty.
Dozens of warriors who had been attacking him had been hurled inward along with the shattered walls, all unconscious and sprawled out.
Tap, tap.
"... ."
Jinmu brushed off his hands, which weren't even dusty, and spoke irritably.
"See? I told you to open up. Would've been fine if you had."
There are always those types who have to taste it first to know if it's shit or soybean paste.
Jinmu clasped his hands behind his back and strolled inside leisurely.
"... ."
Baekpyo was at a loss for words.
He had grown so accustomed to Jinmu's light and rough personality that he momentarily forgot. The fact that he was an absolute warrior who had reached the Sword Aura Realm.
"Hey, you coming or what?"
"...Y-yes? Yes!"
Baekpyo hurriedly followed behind Jinmu.
Toward the countless Tyrant Power Sect warriors filling the inside of the walls, striding in utterly fearless and dignified.
With the gate blown open, the Tyrant Power Sect's leadership couldn't have failed to hear the thunderous roar.
Some had witnessed the scene directly, while others rushed out from the halls, hastily grabbing their weapons.
"Y-you!"
No Yeongchan spotted Jinmu first and widened his eyes.
"Ah, No Yeongchan."
"... ."
No Yeongchan blinked at the sight of him approaching with a friendly wave, then noticed Baekpyo beside him.
He was definitely the brother of the Baek family head. Which meant?
No Yeongchan hurriedly shifted his gaze outside the demolished walls.
Nothing.
No one there.
No way? They had come to attack alone, just the two of them?
No Yeongchan's eyes narrowed.
"What... what is the meaning of this?"
"Ah, I came looking for someone. They told me to call for you, but instead you all came at me swinging swords right away. Sorry about blowing up the wall—hope you understand."
"... ."
This madman!
He nearly let a curse slip.
He acknowledged the man was strong. Strong enough that even he, who had reached the pinnacle of Pure Qi, couldn't budge.
But this wasn't like before. This wasn't some outpost with a dozen escorts—this was the Tyrant Power Sect's main base.
The Tyrant Power Sect wasn't some street thug gang; it was a legitimate sect under the Evil Hegemony Heaven, holding sway in Guangxi Province.
It boasted over a dozen elite Peak Realm warriors under its command, with subordinates numbering five hundred.
It wasn't a place for just two people to come causing havoc.
"We're not here to fight."
Does this look like the mess someone who didn't come to fight would make?
"Where's Mok In-gyeom, that bastard?"
"... ."
No Yeongchan wore an incredulous expression.
This was like asking him to pull something out of his own pocket.
"We treated you like an honored guest! And now this—you crazy bastard!"
No Yeongchan's face flushed beet red as he bellowed furiously.
"What are you all doing? Kill them!"
Shing!
At his command, the Tyrant Power Sect warriors surrounded Jinmu and Baekpyo, each radiating fierce killing intent.
Still, just in case, No Yeongchan called for the patrol elder.
"Go fetch Mok In-gyeom. They claimed they could handle him themselves."
"Understood."
The patrol leader dashed off, and No Yeongchan turned back.
Over a hundred Tyrant Power Sect warriors had Jinmu completely encircled, swords at the ready.
"Hmm, this is a problem."
"... ."
Baekpyo whipped his head around at Jinmu's words.
What's the problem? Didn't see this coming?
Well, even for a Sword Aura Realm warrior, turning the situation into this mess was a bit much.
Should've just ambushed them properly.
But then.
Fwaaak!
Blue sword energy enveloped Jinmu's body, rising like flickering blue flames.
"I said just bring Mok In-gyeom. If you keep this up... it'll get really troublesome."
Jinmu's formerly bright face twisted into something cruel and demonic.
His icy gaze and the glinting fangs peeking from his slightly parted lips sent chills down the spine.
Kuuk.
As he lightly stepped forward, the ground cratered, cracking like a spiderweb from the sheer force.
This situation felt familiar.
Similar to when he had gone to confront the Gongsa-cheok gang in Dankanggu.
Of course, the Tyrant Power Sect was on a whole different level from those petty thugs—in numbers and quality of warriors, night and day.
But the Jinmu from back then and now were worlds apart.
Back then, he had only reached Pure Qi; now, he had ascended to the incomparable Sword Aura Realm.
Tyrant Power Sect? Hundreds of warriors?
Forget the sect—even if his damn grandpa showed up, Jinmu wouldn't bat an eye.
The Sword Aura Realm wasn't called the absolute realm for nothing. He was now strong enough to be a one-man sect.
Of course, no one here knew that.
"Die!"
The first to swing was a burly man with a thick beard.
Yeah, unlucky you—looks like you're the starter, poor bastard.
As Jinmu reached out, the sword bounced harmlessly away, and the man's neck was seized in his grip.
"I'm... right now... a bit pissed off."
Jinmu's low murmur.
Kuaaaang!
Slamming the neck down into the ground unleashed an explosion like a bombardment, cratering the surroundings.
"...!"
Shock? Amazement? Words couldn't capture it.
One step. One move. And everything froze.
The Tyrant Power Sect warriors halted mid-motion, swords still raised, as if trapped in a spiderweb.
The dispersing energy whipped up a fierce wind, scattering dust and revealing the astonishing sight.
The thick-bearded man, half his body from the head down buried in the earth, legs sticking out.
And around him, a hemispherical crater five zhang wide scooped into the ground.
Ptoo.
Jinmu spat out the dust that had entered his mouth and stepped out from the cratered earth.
Being strong really was great. In this martial world where might trumped law, nothing beat it.
His light steps, brushing dust from his hands— who would call them frivolous?
With each step, the oppressive pressure crushing down from all sides grew heavier.
Swish.
Baekpyo lowered his sword.
There was nothing for him to do here.
The enemies already seemed to have lost all will to fight.
"No Yeongchan!"
"...!"
Jinmu called irritably, and No Yeongchan paled, stumbling back.
"K-kill him! Kill!"
Stunned by Jinmu's display, No Yeongchan screamed in terror.
That bastard knew he couldn't win, yet why was he so belligerent to the bone?
And these idiots, pissing themselves, still obeyed the order. Loyal for evil sect scum—when they should be trembling on their knees.
"Sigh, fine. Loyalty's good and all. But can evil sect folk really make it with that? You gotta know when to give up if there's no chance."
Jinmu halted as the Tyrant Power Sect's elite warriors formed a sword formation around him, sword lights flashing.
Sring.
Jinmu drew his sword toward the encircling formation.
Blue sword aura surged forth, revealing its form as killing intent whipped up like a storm.
Meanwhile, the patrol elder rushed up to No Yeongchan, face ashen.
"S-sect Leader!"
"...?"
"He's gone. Nowhere to be found!"
What was gone?
"Mok In-gyeom and his subordinates—they've all vanished."
"... ."
Hearing such shocking news left his mind blank for a moment.
Then the impact squeezed his heart.
They had boasted they'd handle him until full war broke out, insisting on taking a break meantime.
"H-he... ran... away?"
It felt like the sky was collapsing.
Damn it!
If only he'd come sooner. He had such high hopes, and yet they vanished without a trace.
The moment No Yeongchan's face went slack.
Kuaaaang!
A deafening explosion shook everything, sword light illuminating the night like day.
Blue flames engulfed everything, shattering the sword formation.
It wasn't dismantled—it was crushed under overwhelming force.
Blink, and dozens of elite Tyrant Power Sect warriors lay sprawled, vomiting blood. Most were Peak Realm experts, all torn limb from limb, dead.
In one strike.
And from the dust emerged Jinmu.
Standing on blood-soaked ground, grinning like a demon.
Blue energy manifesting tangibly on his sword.
"S-s-s-s-strong... ."
Too shocked to speak properly.
Yes, exactly. This was Sword Aura.
Jinmu nodded contentedly.
"I usually don't kill evil sect folk. But those who come at me with swords begging to die? No mercy."
Uttering he'd sever their necks with a smile.
Then he advanced step by step.
Like the reaper come to claim souls.
Gulp.
No Yeongchan was the Tyrant Power Sect's top expert, but he had no confidence against that monster. What use was face in front of subordinates if he died?
This was a mistake. A colossal one.
His error was blindly trusting those bastards' words. Why would a legendary freak like some ancient flood dragon show up at the Tyrant Power Sect of all places?
"Hey."
"... ."
Jinmu had closed in before he knew it, looking up at No Yeongchan standing on the hall steps below the eaves.
"Come down. My neck hurts."
A languid remark utterly out of place amid the chaos.
Paat! Pak!
No Yeongchan leaped down like lightning, kneeling and bowing his head before Jinmu. He had never moved so fast in his life.
Pinnacle of Pure Qi?
His martial arts were a drop in the ocean compared to Jinmu's—a firefly before the full moon.
"... ."
Jinmu gazed down at No Yeongchan trembling at his feet.
"Hey, I'm not usually like this. You were polite, and lately practicing orthodox techniques has made my temper a bit off. So, I'll ask just once more."
"Speak, my lord!"
"Where the hell is that bastard Mok In-gyeom right now?"