The Evil Martial God Chronicles - Chapter 31

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Legend of the Evil Martial God

Chapter 31

 

 

 

Gathered in one place, they exchanged glances and conversed through Sound Transmission.

 

– Six people gathered. How should we split the commission fee?

– The one who kills the Super Peak Level takes fifty percent, the rest split equally.

– Then everyone will target the Super Peak Level, right?

– We don’t know who’s Super Peak Level yet. Whoever attacks and gets them takes it.

– You’re saying leave it to luck?

– That’s right. Wouldn’t it be fun to think of it as a gamble?

– Hehehe. Is that so? Sounds interesting. I’m in favor.

– Good. I agree too.

– Then when do we go in?

– Is there any need to wait? Let’s strike right now.

– Good. Let’s go.

 

After finishing their coordination of opinions, they were about to enter the Blacksmith Shop.

A chilling killing intent made their five senses tingle and stopped their movements.

 

– Wh-what?

– There’s someone else besides us.

– An existence that emits such killing intent!

 

As they looked around with surprised expressions.

Someone slowly walked out from the darkness.

It was Blood Mist Death God Chu Sohwan.

They knew at a glance.

That this was an existence far above them.

 

– Wh-what? They said Super Peak Level was the strongest!

– Crazy! An existence stronger than us is Super Peak Level? That’s… at least Transcendent Level.

– What do we do?

– This doesn’t match the cost-benefit analysis. I’m going back.

– I think so too.

 

Just as everyone was about to leave.

 

“Where do you think you’re going? You came of your own will, but leaving isn’t up to you.”

 

Chu Sohwan, who had vanished in an instant, immediately subdued the assassins trying to retreat.

They knew he was stronger than them, but they never expected such a gap.

 

“You guys… you’re Ghost Kill Group, aren’t you?”

 

Who could this person be, identifying their identity at a glance?

The assassins asked with tense voices, wary of their opponent.

 

“Who are you?”

“Someone with the same profession as you.”

 

If someone had the same occupation as them while possessing such overwhelming martial power, there weren’t many.

Then one of them saw Chu Sohwan’s dagger.

 

“Blood Heaven? Bl-Blood Mist Death God?”

 

His muttering caused a great stir.

 

“Bl-Blood Mist Death God!”

“Wh-why is he here of all places?”

“One of the Central Plains’ three great assassins, why are you in This Place?”

“W-we didn’t come targeting you.”

“That’s right. There must have been some misunderstanding.”

 

At their words, Chu Sohwan pointed to the Blacksmith Shop and asked.

 

“Didn’t you come to kill the people here?”

 

The Ghost Kill Group members fell silent for a moment.

 

“I’m probably included among the people you were trying to kill, right?”

“Th-that can’t be. Unless we were insane…”

“If the client was Guyang Family, then yes.”

 

Guyang Family, that’s right.

These damn bastards, who were they trying to kill.

The Ghost Kill Group members’ eyes became bloodshot.

They wanted to rush to Guyang Family Estate right now and catch and kill whoever placed the request.

But that wasn’t what mattered now.

First, they had to survive here.

 

“Sorry, but you can’t leave alive.”

“What?”

“My Lord said not to let you live.”

“L-Lord?”

“Blood Mist Death God has a Lord?”

“That’s right. Surprising, isn’t it? I’ve told you one surprising fact, so go without regrets.”

“N-no.”

“No use. You’re already dead.”

 

Leaving those words, he turned his back.

Just as they wondered what he meant.

Pain rose from their necks.

When they brought their hands up, they felt hot liquid.

 

“Wh-when…”

“Tr-truly lives up to his reputation…”

 

Thud- Thud-.

 

They collapsed to the ground without even feeling when their necks had been severed.

 

 

 

“What? Failure?”

“That’s right. The Black Ghost level assassins were completely annihilated.”

“Then it’s not just super peak level martial artists there? Isn’t this a trap to lure us in?”

“That doesn’t seem to be the case. When we informed the client of this fact, they flew into a rage instead. They said they entrusted us because we were the best, but we should have verified and handled such things ourselves, asking if we couldn’t even do one job properly.”

“Ugh…”

 

The elder who made the final decision pressed his forehead.

It wasn’t wrong.

 

‘This is serious. If the Ghost Lord finds out that the commission failed?’

 

That must not happen.

 

“I’ll go.”

“You’ll go personally, Elder?”

“This happened because of my mistake. I should finish it myself.”

“Are you going alone?”

“I alone am sufficient.”

 

Ghost Kill Group Elder, Janhwagui (Remnant Fire Ghost).

He was one of the strongest Five Ghost Generals in the Ghost Kill Group, excluding the Ghost Lord.

His alias Janhwagui was given because he cruelly burned people to death when killing them.

 

“I’ve gathered information about them. They’re confirmed to be two people from the Mok Family Blacksmith Shop and martial artists from Jin Mu Sect.”

“Jin Mu Sect?”

“It’s the sect where the Cheonmu Castle Lord’s youngest son entered as an adopted son-in-law.”

“Ah! That Jin Mu Sect.”

 

Janhwagui stroked his chin.

 

“If we carelessly provoke them, we might end up at odds with Cheonmu Castle.”

 

At those words, Janhwagui smiled coldly and said.

 

“How would those Cheonmu Castle bastards know it was our doing? And since it’s not the Cheonmu Castle Lord’s son dying, Cheonmu Castle won’t bother to step forward.”

“Still…”

“You know how much the Ghost Lord hates Cheonmu Castle, right?”

“Yes.”

“But if we show signs of avoiding them out of fear of Cheonmu Castle, how do you think he’ll react?”

“He’ll tear us apart and kill us.”

“Right. So we must succeed in this commission no matter what. I don’t know what kind of bastards they are, but I’ll turn them into kindling for the blacksmith shop.”

 

Janhwagui made his vow with sinister eyes.

 

 

 

Mok Family Blacksmith Shop.

Mok Gwang was looking at the sword with a bright expression.

 

“My goodness… This is amazing. With Young Master’s help, a truly perfect sword was born. I’m grateful for your assistance.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Father. The client will surely be satisfied with this.”

“Of course. If they’re not satisfied with this, they’d need to find not a famous sword but a divine sword.”

 

The father and son kept admiring the sword.

Jeok Wigang, who was watching the two, gave some kind of signal to Chu Sohwan with his eyes.

Then Chu Sohwan looked outside and soon moved with a frightening expression.

Coming outside, Chu Sohwan quickly ran somewhere and soon discovered his target.

One person approaching slowly and carefully.

 

“Where are you going so carefully?”

 

At the suddenly heard voice, the figure who was approaching cautiously was startled and looked up, soon making eye contact with Chu Sohwan.

 

“This time a decent one came?”

 

As soon as Chu Sohwan finished speaking, heat was felt.

 

Whoosh-.

 

A vigorously burning fireball flew toward his face, which he avoided by slightly twisting his neck.

 

“Ghost Kill Group that uses fire… You’re that bastard, aren’t you? Janhwagui.”

 

An existence that casually avoided his surprise attack and immediately identified his identity.

He was definitely not below himself.

 

‘Damn it. It was a complete misjudgment.’

 

This was a commission that should have sent Ghost King level, not Black Ghost or Blood Ghost level.

Ghost King level was a mission that required the Five Ghost Generals, including himself, to step forward.

To send Black Ghost level, not even Blood Ghost level, for such a mission.

Failure was inevitable.

From the beginning, it was a commission they shouldn’t have accepted for that amount.

When Chu Sohwan drew the dagger from his chest, only then did Janhwagui, who identified his opponent, step back in surprise.

 

“Blood Heaven? N-no way? Blood Mist Death God?”

 

Chu Sohwan smiled coldly.

 

“Now you realize you can’t return alive?”

 

Janhwagui stepped backward.

If the opponent is the Blood Mist Death God, there’s no chance of winning.

To face the Blood Mist Death God, either all Five Ghost Generals must come, or the Ghost Lord must step forward personally.

He cannot handle this alone.

Now mission success isn’t the issue.

The key question has become whether he can escape from this place safely or not.

As he looked around, pondering how to escape.

Along with a tingling sensation throughout his body, he instinctively raised his dagger toward the direction where he felt an eerie presence.

 

Clang-.

 

His body shook from the powerful impact.

If he had been even slightly slower, his head would have flown off.

 

“Oh ho. You can react to that? You’re definitely different from the guys who came before.”

 

So they’re all dead after all.

The Black Ghost level assassins probably died without even knowing how they died.

The aching sensation still felt in his wrist put all his nerves on edge.

This single exchange made it even more certain.

If he engaged in direct combat, he would absolutely never make it out alive.

To escape from this place?

First, he needs to either trap that monster or divert his attention.

Then mobilize all his strength to deploy his Light Body Technique.

Whew.

It’s a gamble, but it’s still better than doing nothing.

 

“Looks like you’ve made up your mind? Well then, go ahead and try what you’re thinking.”

 

Chu Sohwan smiled as if amused and flicked his finger.

Flames erupted from both of Janhwagui’s hands, immediately illuminating the surroundings brightly.

At the same time, he kicked off and leaped up, wildly firing flames toward Chu Sohwan.

 

Pop pop pop pop-.

 

Chu Sohwan lightly dodged the flames flying toward him while showing a slightly disappointed expression.

You got my hopes up and this is all you can show me?

That was his expression.

That’s when it happened.

Suddenly, intense heat was felt from all directions.

As he looked around wondering what it was, Janhwagui’s voice was heard.

 

“Got you!”

 

Huh?

 

“You seem to have let your guard down thinking it was a sloppy attack, but it’s already too late. What I did wasn’t an attack, but to set up a formation around you.”

 

A formation.

 

“Die there, cooked alive! Fire Underworld Burning Heaven!”

 

The rings of fire spread around Chu Sohwan all exploded at once, creating a massive flame hemisphere.

Thick smoke rose around the hemisphere, making it confusing to determine his location.

Chu Sohwan’s agonized groans could be heard.

Janhwagui should have fled at this moment.

Originally he intended to escape, but hearing Chu Sohwan’s groans changed his mind.

If he captures the Blood Mist Death God here, wouldn’t he become one of the Central Plains’ three great assassins?

If that happened, his reputation within the Ghost Kill Group would rise, and he might even become a Vice Ghost Lord.

By capturing the Blood Mist Death God, he could seize both wealth and honor.

Instead of fleeing, Janhwagui poured his internal energy into the Fire Underworld Burning Heaven he had deployed.

He planned to make it even hotter and burn the Blood Mist Death God alive.

 

“Kyaaaah!”

 

At the Blood Mist Death God’s agonized screams from inside, a deep smile formed on Janhwagui’s lips.

I got him.

Now I’m one of the Central Plains’ three great assassins.

Joy and ecstasy were welling up.

In Janhwagui’s mind, he pictured people looking at him with eyes full of admiration.

As he was unfolding such happy fantasies.

Suddenly the air began spinning round and round.

What’s this?

Why is the sky spinning?

As he was thinking this, the Blood Mist Death God’s face appeared in Janhwagui’s vision.

What he said with a grin.

 

“Why? Were you excited? I acted a bit to make you feel good on your final journey. Farewell.”

“Th, that… th, that’s impos… sible.”

 

Janhwagui’s pupils gradually dilated as he looked at the Blood Mist Death God with disbelieving eyes.

 

Thud-.

 

Behind the falling torso, the flames of Fire Underworld Burning Heaven that Janhwagui had deployed were dying down, torn to shreds by something.

The scorching heat subsided and cool air rushed in.

Chu Sohwan fanned himself with his hand as he turned toward the blacksmith shop.

 

“Phew. I thought I was going to die from the heat, but now I feel like I can live.”

 

The sword left in the place where the heat had disappeared turned to ash and was blown away by the wind.

Soon, nothing remained.

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