Martial Arts Ain’t That Big of a Deal

The battlefields where the Heavenly Lord Who Annihilates Evil had rampaged were already close to ten in number. Countless martial artists from the orthodox sects had witnessed him firsthand.

Likewise, the few Black Lotus Union warriors who had miraculously survived all spoke in unison.

“The Heavenly Lord Who Annihilates Evil is a madman drunk on blood!”

Killing dozens, hundreds of people—such an act was difficult for any sane human mind to comprehend.

And if hundreds, even thousands, could be wiped out with just a flick of the hand? How many could wield such a hand so casually?

Every warrior who had stepped onto the battlefield agreed.

“The Heavenly Lord Who Annihilates Evil does not see demonic martial artists as people.”

Unless he saw them as mere insects, it was unthinkable for someone to slaughter with such merciless efficiency.

By now, the number of warriors he had slain was nearing five figures.

Thousands had fallen at the mere wave of his hand.

If the battlefield hadn’t been composed primarily of warriors at the peak level and above, the death toll would have been incomprehensibly higher.

Because of this, those who had seen him in action spoke of the name Heavenly Lord Who Annihilates Evil with trembling fear.

And as their terror took shape, another rumor surfaced.

“The Heavenly Lord Who Annihilates Evil wields demonic energy. That venomous intent is reflected even in his aura!”

Among the orthodox sects, his name had already become a source of dread. With multiple testimonies fueling it, the rumor spread like wildfire.

It even reached the ears of Jegal Tong.

“…That is the current situation.”

Across from him, Seo-jun, resting his chin on his hand, sneered.

“Not my problem.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to clarify the rumor about demonic energy…?”

“Clarify? To whom?”

Red eyes fixed upon Jegal Tong.

“What exactly do you think these fools can do even if they suspect me? Forget it. What matters now is the Sword Sect’s situation.”

“…Understood.”

Jegal Tong summarized the intelligence he had gathered.

The Harmonious Realm warriors who had come to support the Sword Sect had not returned to their respective sects.

It seemed there had been some discussion, and they were maintaining an ambiguous distance from the Sword Sect. If anything were to happen, they would immediately reinforce it.

“Hm…”

Pondering, Seo-jun pointed at the map.

“The one who caused a distraction from the east to the west of the Central Plains—was he an elder of the Great Black Mountain Sect?”

“Yes. A man named Ryeo Won.”

It was the same individual suspected of having subdued Namgung Yeon when Namgung Jincheon had been lured away.