Twin Chain Old Ghost.

The one who had killed countless masters with two sickles connected by chains to their handles.

He had become a wanted man by the Martial Alliance for his viciousness and terrible killing nature, and he had received death threats several times from the masters of the heretic path who held a grudge against him, but he had not died.

To have survived for a long time in the martial world meant that he was strong.

The Twin Chain Old Ghost, Ak Dongji, said, holding the sickles between his index and ring fingers, as he went down.

“Open the gate of Jongnam before I return. Because I will kill the rest too.”

“I will do so.”

Ak Dongji, who had come down the slope, cackling, killed the annoying men in black by cutting their necks with the sickles in both hands.

“Ugh, ugh!”

“Twin Chain… Twin Chain Old Ghost…”

“You know me. Then hurry and get out of the way. Because I’m busy.”

The heretic path martial artists who had recognized Ak Dongji prostrated themselves and crawled away like southern sea worms.

Following the path they had opened, Ak Dongji came up from below, and Jin Sohyun and Hwang Jichun walked up.

Soon, the three faced each other.

“Who are you?”

Although Hwang Jichun asked with a sharp voice, Ak Dongji was not looking at him.

“I am Hwang Jichun of the Jongnam Sect!”

“Jichun, I have no interest in you. It seems you’ve come up in a hurry without even recovering your internal energy, so if you don’t want to die a dog’s death, get lost.”

At Ak Dongji’s aura, which was subtly emanating, Hwang Jichun felt a killing intent that seemed to freeze his entire body.

‘This person is…!’

A killing intent and the smell of blood that could only be possessed by someone who had killed countless people.

As the hand holding the sword trembled on its own, Hwang Jichun grabbed his right hand, which was holding the sword, with his left hand and stopped the trembling.

‘Young Master Jin has consumed a considerable amount of internal energy. And…’

The group of men in black who had surrounded them were prostrating themselves, terrified, but if Jin Sohyun showed even a little bit of a weakened appearance, they would show their teeth and rush in as if nothing had happened.

That was the reason why they were prostrating themselves and were not running away.

‘They must want the fame of having killed the Flying Heaven Sword Ghost.’

And what made this possible was the power that this old man possessed.

Hwang Jichun encouraged himself and raised his sword high.

“Although I can’t win, I’ll at least drain some of his strength…”

Before Hwang Jichun could finish his words, Jin Sohyun grabbed his shoulder and pushed him.

“Ugh!”

Hwang Jichun, who had been pushed back helplessly in the unexpected situation, felt a burning pain in his right shoulder as if he had been burned.

‘Th-this is?’

Chareureureuk—!!

With the sound of a chain, the sickle that had passed between Jin Sohyun and Hwang Jichun was sucked into Ak Dongji’s hand.

“Your reaction is good.”

At Ak Dongji’s following laughter, Hwang Jichun realized that he had almost died.

If Jin Sohyun had reacted even a little late, Hwang Jichun would have had his neck cut by that chain and would have died.

At this point, Hwang Jichun’s spine chilled.

‘He’s not an ordinary master.’

Just as the righteous martial world had the Five Great Masters of the Central Plains, and the absolute masters of the former Ming Cult were called the Seven Evils.

The heretic martial world also had masters who were no less than them.

It was just that they were not known to the outside world.

And one of them had appeared in front of Hwang Jichun and Jin Sohyun.

“I am called Ak Dongji. The other bastards call me the Twin Chain Old Ghost.”

“Jin Sohyun.”

“Yes, so you are the Jin Sohyun who is called the Flying Heaven Sword Ghost. The disciple of the Ten-Armed Blood Ghost, right?”

Jin Sohyun’s gaze went past Ak Dongji and stared at the Jongnam Sect.

“Great Master Hwang.”

“Huh!?”

“Go to the Jongnam Sect first and help them. It doesn’t seem easy.”

“I understand!”

Hwang Jichun climbed the mountain, watching Ak Dongji’s reaction.

Even until then, Ak Dongji did not even glance at Hwang Jichun.

His eyes were still fixed on Jin Sohyun and did not even move.

“I was going to meet the bastards called the Five Great Masters of the Central Plains and tell them how arrogant their titles are… but this is a bigger catch than I thought.”

Ak Dongji, who was licking his lips as if his mouth was watering, bent his knees and crouched down.

“If I kill you, I’ll be able to meet the Ten-Armed Blood Ghost too.”

“You won’t be able to meet my master.”

“Why not?”

“You.”

Jin Sohyun took a stance and raised his flying sword to his face.

“Will die here.”

“Haha! Everyone said that to me. But… in the end, the one who survived was me…!”

Kwang—!!

Ak Dongji’s hand trembled.

He stared blankly at the chain sickle he was holding in his hand.

The sickle, which was made by mixing cold iron, was so hard that it would not even be scratched by an ordinary attack.

But his sickle was bent in a strange way.

If it had not been made by mixing cold iron, it would have been shattered without a trace.

‘Should I say I blocked this?’

He had failed to perceive it.

It was just that his survival instinct, which he had honed for his entire life, had made him raise his sickle without him knowing, and he had succeeded in changing the path of the flying sword that had flown at him.

Of course, for this, he had to sacrifice one of his chain sickles.

“Ha… hahaha…”

Ak Dongji laughed in vain.

“You’re not normal.”

Although Ak Dongji could boast that he had met all kinds of strong people so far, a martial artist like Jin Sohyun was a first.

“Now I think I know the reason why I survived! I survived for you… to meet you… to kill and be killed!!”

Ak Dongji crouched down and then shot toward Jin Sohyun.

The speed was so fast that it was a little slower than the Shadowless Divine Step.

A lightness skill that used all the muscles and recoil of the entire body.

As such, it was impossible to change direction, but the speed was enormous.

Ak Dongji appeared in front of Jin Sohyun in an instant and swung his intact sickle, and at the same time, he threw the strangely bent chain sickle forward.

“You are the best! Jin Sohyun!”

Jin Sohyun raised his flying sword and defended to block the sickle of Ak Dongji, who had come close.

At that moment, the chain of the sickle that had flown past Jin Sohyun wrapped around his neck.

But the chain wrapped around the empty air and clattered.

“Hmm!?”

Jin Sohyun, who had retreated, using the Shadowless Divine Step, aimed his flying sword at the back of Ak Dongji’s head.

Ak Dongji, who had barely dodged the flying sword with a movement that was close to instinct, bounced off the floor and caught his breath.

‘In addition to the flying sword technique that has reached the realm of the gods, his lightness skill is also outstanding.’

Ak Dongji felt the blood flowing down his back and caught his breath.

At that moment, Jin Sohyun took out a second flying sword and grumbled.

“As expected, I can’t fight while controlling my strength.”

At his words, Ak Dongji frowned as if he were displeased.

“Are you saying you were controlling your strength against me. You’re so arrogant.”

“I can’t help it.”

Jin Sohyun said this and raised his flying sword.

“Because there are many people I have to deal with besides you.”

‘Many?’

Before he could get lost in his thoughts, Ak Dongji had to cross his sickles and defend his front.

This time, Jin Sohyun’s flying sword, which had flown faster than sound, aimed at his neck.

Kwang—!!

Ak Dongji, who had been pushed back three jang with the explosion, felt a pain as if his wrist would break.

‘There won’t be a third time.’

He did not have the confidence to block Jin Sohyun’s flying sword three times.

His chain sickle was miserably broken by blocking the flying sword twice.

“Flying Heaven Sword Ghost.”

Ak Dongji, who had thrown away the sickle he was holding and had taken out two daggers from his waist, took a stance to rush at Jin Sohyun.

But something was strange.

Jin Sohyun was not looking at him.

‘Where is he looking?’

Ak Dongji, who was also staring at the distant place, discovered something flying from there.

Jin Sohyun, as if he had been waiting, dodged the thing that had flown in by rolling his feet.

Kwagagagang—!!

The thing that had flown a long distance was a long spear.

‘A spear?’

Ak Dongji, who had discovered the long spear that was used as a javelin, gritted his teeth and became angry.

Only then did he understand the reason why Jin Sohyun had grumbled that he had to deal with many people.

“When did you notice?”

At Ak Dongji’s question, Jin Sohyun shrugged his shoulders.

Soon, four martial artists, including a man with a spear on his back and waist, appeared.

Most of them were over middle age, and the aura they were emitting was also unusual.

“Old Ghost.”

“Dragon Throwing Killing Ghost.”

The man who was called the Dragon Throwing Killing Ghost said heartlessly, holding a second spear in his hand.

“Retreat.”

“What!?”

“What are you going to do to fight more when you’ve lost your sickle.”

“You bastard…”

The Dragon Throwing Killing Ghost’s gaze, ignoring the angry Ak Dongji, moved to Jin Sohyun.

“Flying Heaven Sword Ghost, Jin Sohyun. We will meet again.”

“Who says?”

As Jin Sohyun gripped his flying sword and raised his internal energy, a strong energy spewed from his flying sword.

Nevertheless, the four martial artists, including the Dragon Throwing Killing Ghost, brought their hands to their respective weapons with unwavering gazes.

“You don’t have much time, do you?”

At the Dragon Throwing Killing Ghost’s following words, Jin Sohyun frowned.

As he had said, the Jongnam Sect was at its limit.

It was a situation where he didn’t know how many more martial artists would die if he dragged on the time like this.

“Twin Chain Old Ghost. Join us.”

“Tsk!”

Ak Dongji picked up the chain sickle he had thrown away and joined the Dragon Throwing Killing Ghost and his group.

“Our reunion will not be long.”

With these words, the Dragon Throwing Killing Ghost and his group disappeared as if they had never appeared.

And Jin Sohyun, who was watching them, let out a dry sigh, withdrawing his internal energy.

“I don’t want to meet you again.”

Jin Sohyun, who had grumbled and gathered his energy, went up the path that Hwang Jichun had run.

As Ak Dongji had left, the group of men in black, who had been watching for an opportunity, had also run away in all directions long ago.

Jin Sohyun climbed Mount Jongnam, following the path that was left with only corpses and blood.

***

“Block them!”

From the first-generation disciples to the third-generation disciples, all the disciples were fighting a desperate battle to block the rushing group of men in black.

The elders and the sect master of the Jongnam Sect had also joined in, and the vassal sect disciples were also fighting, risking their lives.

All the swords of Jongnam were resisting the masterless swords and claws that were trying to break Jongnam.

“From the looks of it, you must be an elder of Jongnam.”

“And who are you. From the looks of your shabby black clothes without any affiliation, you must be a nobody with nothing to show for.”

“Hahaha! I am Gwangjo, the sect master of the Gwangdupa.”

“As expected, a insignificant heretic path that I’ve never even heard of. You will pay the price for showing your dirty claws to Jongnam!”

“Well. How many disciples of Jongnam do you think will survive.”

As Gwangjo had said, the disciples of Jongnam were increasing as time passed.

The elder of Jongnam, Moyusang, who was watching the young disciples of Jongnam who had fallen on the cold ground as corpses, raised his sword and said with an angry voice.

“Even if everyone falls! Jongnam will not be broken.”

“No. You will be broken. Don’t worry too much. We will make good use of your martial arts!”

Gwangjo’s sword moved one beat faster and extended toward Moyusang.

Although it was a faster slash than expected, Moyusang’s sword was even faster than that.

Clang—!!

Gwangjo frowned as he looked at his own sword, which was being deflected.

‘Taeul Bungeomgeom!’

The fast sword technique of Jongnam.

The Taeul Bungeomgeom flashed a light.

Five slashes in a single sword strike aimed at Gwangjo’s upper body.

Gwangjo swung his sword wide, scattered his sword ki, and retreated.

‘As expected, it’s coveted.’

Among the many fast sword techniques that existed in the Central Plains, the Taeul Bungeomgeom of Jongnam was at the peak.

‘If only I had that.’

If he could just take the martial arts of the Taeul Bungeomgeom, he could raise the status of the Gwangdupa to more than a prestigious sect in one go.

‘Just a little more! Just a little more and I can kill them!!’

There was only one step left until the sword of Jongnam, which had reached its limit, broke.

“I’ll start with your neck!!”

When Gwangjo’s sword was pressing Moyusang and was about to strike down.

A man covered in blood appeared above the collapsed gate of the Jongnam Sect.

He shouted at the Dowon of the Jongnam Sect, where a bloody battle was taking place, squeezing out his last strength.

“Look here!!”

The shout, which had poured out all of Hwang Jichun’s internal energy, was clearly delivered to the ears of all the martial artists who were busy fighting.

At that, even Gwangjo, who was about to kill Moyusang, turned his head toward the gate, holding his sword.

Hwang Jichun, who had confirmed that everyone’s gaze was on him, threw the head of the man in black he was holding to the ground and said.

“The fight is over… if you put down your weapons and surrender now… I will spare your lives.”

At Hwang Jichun’s shout, a middle-aged man holding twin swords said with a sly smile.

“What? Who are you?”

A body covered in blood and a face worn out with fatigue.

An unkempt, rough breath.

No matter who looked at him, Hwang Jichun was in a bad state, as if he would collapse soon.

Nevertheless, Hwang Jichun said proudly.

“It doesn’t matter who I am.”

“You’re a psycho. Whoever cuts off that bastard’s neck, this Gwangjo will reward him greatly!”

“Aaaargh—!!”

The group of men in black rushed at Hwang Jichun as if they had been waiting.

Even though he was in a state where it was difficult to even hold a sword, Hwang Jichun laughed.

“I definitely warned you.”

“You’re talking nonsense!”

The two men in black who had rushed at Hwang Jichun first swung their swords and sabers.

And at that moment, the two flying swords that had flown from behind Hwang Jichun pierced the necks of the two men in black and flew, piercing the men in black who were rushing in behind them.

“This is… a flying… flying sword?”

In front of them, who were flustered and trembling with fear, Jin Sohyun appeared.

Hwang Jichun leaned against a pillar and let out a deep sigh.

“I told you… I warned you.”