Chapter 90

The Art of Instant Slaying (2)

While lying on a high tree and gazing at the window, Chil-sado saw and heard everything clearly. The insignificant one's chatter came to him in a distinct voice.

It was due to the Blood Skill's sensory path. He had already cast it to capture even the slightest breath of the young sect leader.

His heightened hearing was capturing everything.

"投降到我家，先认输也不错。我让你舔我的脚，这是真心话。"

The despicable Namgung mongrel's voice dirtied his ears.

Sap.

He took a step. He moved without a second thought. He had to punish the insolent one.

As always, Chil-sado's movements were instantaneous the moment he made up his mind.

Surrounded by the swirling wind of the Treasure Body Scripture, he shattered the inn's entrance and stormed in.

He was already slowly lifting Namgung Mi's face, which he had grabbed. The feel of the powder on her face was utterly repulsive.

He couldn't frown. A young genius who could create the only divine skill in the world was watching him.

He flashed a smooth smile.

"You."

He felt the cold, stern gaze of the young Taesah, who always excited him. Chil-sado thought,

My small and noble Taesah, your dignity is my prestige.

"What did you say?"

He asked the Namgung mongrel, whose face he was holding.

Namgung Mi couldn't answer. She could only gasp in pain, her eyes wide open.

Silence filled the inn.

The fragments of the broken door scattered noisily, but it was too late. Chil-sado's appearance was that sudden.

His presence was even more overwhelming due to his unique aura. The explosion of energy that accompanied his swift movement was immense.

"......"

All eyes in the inn were on Jeong Yeonshin and his companions. Many were discussing Yibhuang and Namgung.

A significant number recognized the blue attire of Yibhuang immediately. A wave of surprise spread.

"Is it Yibhuang?"

"Blue and that age......"

"More importantly, that, that......!"

High-level martial arts experts who could push their senses to the limit were rare. There were none in this inn.

However, Chil-sado's power intimidated people regardless of their sensory abilities.

He naturally emitted a chilling aura that seemed to penetrate to the bone. It was a characteristic of powerful evil sect experts.

'His clothes are bright red.'

Jeong Yeonshin thought. The red robe covering Chil-sado's body was clearly a pure-blooded robe.

It was strange for a supreme expert like a Blood Flame Sect envoy to be in disguise. It would be more fitting to hide his presence with the refined Treasure Body Scripture.

'There's no other choice.'

He had to drive him out. Even without the Blood Flame Sect's emblem on the pure-blooded robe, he had to.

Since they were nominally part of Namgung Mi's group, he and Namgung Huashen had to.

'If we want to maintain the pretext of the duel......'

The boy met Namgung Huashen's gaze. The exchange of glances was instantaneous.

At that moment,

"Ugh......!"

Namgung Mi's groan, mixed with her breathing, escaped. Chil-sado's fingers were pressing harder on her cheek.

It looked like he was torturing her. It seemed that some unseen finger technique had already sealed her acupoints.

"He's not answering."

Chil-sado's expression remained unchanged, just like his tone. His small smile was terrifying.

Even his beauty, with the silky black hair and divine red eyes, seemed demonic.

"......"

The inn fell into complete silence.

With such a powerful expert's grip, it would take only a moment to crush her face.

Jeong Yeonshin changed his mind. If Namgung Mi died here, Yibhuang would be blamed.

He had to soothe Chil-sado's unpredictable mind. He immediately sent a mental message.

-What are you doing?

There was no response. Just like Namgung Mi.

Jeong Yeonshin stared at Chil-sado. He was looking away, only showing the side of his face.

However, it seemed that no more force was being applied to the hand holding Namgung Mi's face. It meant he was listening.

'Disgusting blood demon. I can't read his intentions.'

The boy placed his hand on the sword wave of the Yibhuang Sword and slightly lifted his right heel. It was a common stance for drawing a sword.

His inner strength was different. The moment he activated the Jeongga Donggong, a solemn aura enveloped the surroundings.

A powerful aura also emanated from Namgung Huashen, who had taken a similar stance.

A gentle breeze rose indoors, carrying a hint of killing intent.

-It was a promise made by name.

Jeong Yeonshin spoke again through mental communication.

-You're breaking it right now. Three hundred feet have become one step.

"......"

-Extremely disappointing, Chil-sado.

Suddenly, Chil-sado's shoulders shrank. It was an unbelievable sight.

His frail figure, hidden by the powerful aura, became fully visible.

The pure-blooded robe did not appear as a silk robe.

'A feint?'

Jeong Yeonshin calmly looked for an opening. He barely restrained the impulse to strike.

Rushing in would invite a counterattack. Was the noble envoy of the Blood Flame Sect deceiving him? He almost failed to follow up.

-Are you saying that the agreement for the martial arts exchange is null and void?

"......"

-There are twelve seconds left for the agreement with the Mara Blood Skill. Does this mean you're going to cut everything off with your own hands? Your behavior now suggests that.

"No......"

Chil-sado mumbled vaguely, his head slightly lowered.

Jeong Yeonshin's brows furrowed.

It was very unfamiliar. It was also repulsive, like Namgung Mi.

If he couldn't count the number of people who had died at this man's hands, it was a mockery of those people.

How much blood had been shed to cultivate such a powerful blood skill?

He was angry at the absurdity. The inner strength from the Jeongga Donggong made his nape tingle.

It must have been Chil-sado's intention. He was at the level of a grand envoy, starting from the stage of suppressing the organs.

'The opening is too obvious. Can I kill him here?'

Jeong Yeonshin had already activated the Light of the Sword. Translucent waves arose from within.

Invisible threads took the form of sword paths in his mind.

The moment the sharp lines revealed themselves and extended, they crumbled helplessly in front of Chil-sado.

It meant that no sword technique of the Light of the Sword could land a decisive blow in one strike. He felt it intuitively.

'I need to cooperate with Namgung Xiaohua.'

Bak Jin, Namgung Huashen, understood Jeong Yeonshin's senses. There was no need to discuss the order of techniques.

With their current skills, they could engage in a full-on battle.

If all their sword strikes were blocked by Chil-sado, they needed to create variables with a preliminary exchange of techniques.

Just as Jeong Yeonshin was about to draw his sword,

Swoosh!

"Because of this."

The smile disappeared from Chil-sado's lips.

In one swift movement, he turned Namgung Mi's body and grabbed her by the nape of the neck. It was instantaneous.

He slammed her head into the table. It was as natural as a flowing technique.

Bang!

Her forehead collided with the table. The impact was tremendous, but it didn't end there. He didn't even use much inner strength.

His movements were filled with malice, as if venting his anger. He seemed to care nothing for the onlookers.

Bang! Bang!

Namgung Mi's breath, sounding like the wind being forced out of her lungs, kept escaping. She was also a skilled expert.

She didn't lose consciousness immediately. Each time her head hit the table and she lifted it, her breathing was loud and raw.

'This is a provocation.'

To Jeong Yeonshin, it seemed like a provocation. Without further delay, he activated the Light of the Sword's incantation.

The essence of the Jeongga Donggong instantly took on a luminous intent.

Whoosh!

The moment the flow of his inner strength reacted, a white sword light emerged from his right hand.

At the same time, the Light of the Sword's swift technique burst out from his waist like a ray of light.

Swoosh!

He knew this would happen. There was no resistance. Chil-sado immediately stepped back.

Before evading, he threw Namgung Mi onto the table. No one paid attention to the fallen Namgung Mi.

'At least that's settled.'

Jeong Yeonshin glanced at the table, where Namgung Mi's face, red from the impact, was visible, her eyes half-closed.

"Phew......"

"Just now, was that a sword technique? I heard there are several promising young talents in Yibhuang."

"Truly a refined display of martial arts!"

The onlookers burst into exclamations of admiration, as if watching a spectacle in the next room. Even his sudden move to draw his sword didn't seem strange to them.

Perhaps they saw the blue-clad expert from Yibhuang, who had placed his hand on the sword wave, as engaging in a serious battle of auras. It was hard to guess otherwise.

'At least that's fortunate.'

Jeong Yeonshin felt relieved but also found it strange.

No one in the inn fled. Irregular and strong breaths.

The tension and excitement were palpable. It seemed they were thinking, 'When else will we see such a battle between high-level experts?'

This city of Huangzhou had three major roads. Each led to Huguang, Jiangxi, and Nanzhili.

With a large flow of merchants and logistics, many martial artists also passed through. The rumor that only the bold ventured out was true.

They didn't flee just because a battle between experts was happening.

'The common people here are quite diverse.'

He kept his senses sharp, despite the feeling of broadened horizons. He couldn't take his eyes off Chil-sado, who had bowed his head.

He didn't know when Chil-sado would unleash his ultimate technique. Even if he had dozens of explosive pellets, they wouldn't be more terrifying than her.

"Namgung Xiaohua."

"Half a move is no concern. I will support you immediately."

A reliable voice came from behind. Jeong Yeonshin nodded slightly.

It was the first time he was using a small inn as a battlefield. He believed that Namgung Huashen, who had mastered the Wu'ai Qingliu Body, could respond flexibly.

At that moment,

Sap.

Chil-sado suddenly turned his body. His posture still seemed dejected.

His silent departure from the inn seemed surreal.

-You must come back. I will receive one technique.

Her mental message. She was retreating while talking about a surprise attack.

The aura that rose as she left the inn gradually faded.

Jeong Yeonshin held the Yibhuang Sword, standing still.

'If that's true, I'll have to sever his right arm first. I won't give him my head.'

He didn't care about the inscrutable inner world of Chil-sado.

The achievement and merit of taking the head of a Blood Flame Sect envoy were secondary. Namgung Mi had to be killed.

"Ah... The young expert from Yibhuang has driven away the evil sect's offspring."

"Who was he? He looked like he was from the Blood Flame Sect."

"He can't be a blood demon. His hair wasn't black, was it? Could he have been an envoy?"

"His eyes were red...? I'm not sure. I only saw his profile, and he was blind in one eye."

The onlookers couldn't approach Jeong Yeonshin and his companions. They just talked among themselves.

Even if they didn't value their own lives, facing experts directly was a different matter.

The unexpected commotion ended anticlimactically. It might look good, but to Jeong Yeonshin, it was absurd.

Did he ultimately control Chil-sado? Jeong Yeonshin found it hard to accept.

'I must stand on my own strength. Relying on the enemy's favor has its limits. This is beyond common sense.'

While making a silent vow, Namgung Huashen, like the boy, approached without sheathing his sword.

His expression was complex as he looked at Namgung Mi.

"We need to find a doctor. She won't be able to participate in the duel like this."

"......Yes, we should."

Jeong Yeonshin slowly nodded.

A peaceful day had passed in a whirl. The group couldn't leave Huangzhou immediately.

Namgung Mi had to be able to move for the mission to have meaning.

Four days passed.

During this time, they sought out a doctor in the city to treat Namgung Mi and rented a separate room in the inn to stay together.

Namgung Huashen alone responded to Namgung Mi's groans, which occasionally sounded while she was sleeping.

'Even enemies are blood relatives?'

Jeong Yeonshin was solely focused on creating a new palm technique and mind skill. He lay down, lost in thought.

It was a deeper meditation than ever. It continued until the dawn's light gently swept through the guest room.

On the fifth day, as the sun illuminated the sky,

Jeong Yeonshin and Namgung Huashen received a visit from a group of warriors. They brought a loud noise even before reaching the inn.

It was as if a festival was happening.

Such a powerful aura and presence were inevitable. Namgung Mi's aura was even revived.

A white face, lying on the bed in the guest room, looked at Jeong Yeonshin with a mocking smile.

His expression seemed to say, 'No matter who you are, you have to listen to me.'

"Blue Qilin! It's Blue Qilin, Namgung Gongzi!"

"Namgung Sejin is in Huangzhou...?"

"That inn! They said there were Yibhuang warriors there!"

Blue Qilin, Namgung Sejin.

The young master of the Namgung family had come to Huangzhou upon hearing news of his sister.