A massive shadow loomed, covering the sky.
Beneath it, Cheonma (Heavenly Demon), clad in a black robe, descended slowly.
A man wearing a cracked mask and standing with his hands clasped behind his back gradually approached the ground.
The gathered warriors below fixed their gazes on Cheonma with intense focus.
âThat manâ¦!â
âHow dare he shamelessly show himself here againâ¦!!â
Clangâ!
Swishâ!!
Every martial artist drew their swords simultaneously, and murderous intent filled the air.
It was a moment of extreme tension.
Everyone seethed with rage, ready to cut Cheonma down at any moment.
[Heh.]
Yet, Cheonma merely let out a quiet chuckle as if enjoying the sight.
ââ¦Cheonma.â
At this, the Sword Saint furrowed his brow deeply.
The others shared his fury, but the pressure emanating from him stood out the most.
As if prepared to cut Cheonma down at once, the Sword Saint channeled his emotions into his aura.
âI thought you had long fled, so what brings you here now?â
At the Sword Saintâs words, Cheonma tilted his head slightly.
[I had no intention of appearing like this, originallyâ¦.]
Swishâ
Cheonma descended a little further.
He was now well within range for the Sword Saintâs blade to reach him.
[But I grew curious about your impressions. Tell meâwhat do you think?]
A hint of laughter colored his voice.
[Of the gift I prepared?]
ââ¦Tsk.â
The mocking tone made the Sword Saint grind his teeth.
A gift?
âIt certainly made us feel many things. Very many, indeed.â
It was likely a gift they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
Bzzz.
The Sword Saintâs sword hummed faintly.
The sound resonated with the emotions imbued within it.
âCheonma. Youâve made a mistake.â
Whooshâ!
A breeze stirred, carrying the chill of autumn as it began to circle around the Sword Saint.
âRevealing yourself here like this is no different from declaring your intent to die.â
The Sword Saint, brimming with fury, prepared to strike.
âI will cut down the traitor who attacked Hanamâ!â
Yet, just as the Sword Saint leaped forward, his eyes narrowed, and his body froze.
Someone had stopped him.
The Sword Saint immediately turned to look at the one who intervened.
ââ¦What do you think youâre doing, Plum Blossom Immortal?â
Plum Blossom Immortal Do Hua.
He stood with his hand pressing down on the Sword Saintâs shoulder.
Scattered killing intent hung in the air, yet plum blossoms gently descended among it.
Strangely enough, Do Hua seemed to be calming not just the Sword Saint but also the surrounding aura, diffusing it.
As the air began to circulate slightly,
ââ¦Plum Blossom Immortalâ¦!â
The Sword Saint glared at him with burning eyes.
His expression demanded an explanationâwhy was Do Hua stopping him when their enemy stood right before them?
To this, Do Hua replied,
âLeader. Please, calm yourself.â