Chapter 130 – The Decisive Battle (2)

Yu-jin bit into Hwa Un-wol’s breast. The rough man’s lips mercilessly bit into the beautiful woman’s ample breast, but only tremulous moans escaped Hwa Un-wol’s lips; there was no hint of pain anywhere.

“Your disciples are here. Is it alright for you to scream like that?”

Quite a few of Hwa Un-wol’s disciples were here, and to them, she was like a gentle mother, except when she was teaching them about the ways of the flesh.

For such a woman to be making a lewd expression while accepting the member of Yu-jin, a man more than fifty years her junior—and on top of that, calling him ‘Master’.

If any of her disciples other than the Moon Empress, Na Ye-jin, were to see this, they would be deeply shocked.

“More than my disciples… Master’s shaft… is more….”

Her thoroughly kneaded buttocks moved ceaselessly, drawing circles, and Hwa Un-wol madly rubbed her own breasts against Yu-jin’s chest.

A bead of sweat trickled down her forehead. Yu-jin looked down at her face, moaning in pleasure.

It was a truly stimulating sight. Hwa Un-wol, who was always aloof yet virtuous, and who also possessed a benevolent demeanor like that of a saint.

To think that such a woman was wildly grinding her hips on his thighs, taking his shaft inside her!

Feeling a great surge of excitement, Yu-jin thrust his hips even harder.

“Aaaah! Haaaah!”

Hwa Un-wol wrapped her arms around Yu-jin’s back as she received his shaft. An ecstatic pleasure coursed through her beautiful body.

“What an incredible body!”

At the movements of the strong male who roughly gripped her buttocks and moved his hips, Hwa Un-wol could only match his rhythm.

Yu-jin grabbed her hair, forcing her to look into his eyes. Her form, panting with hot breaths, was utterly obscene.

Hwa Un-wol tried to regain her senses, but the pleasure Yu-jin gave her shot up from the depths of her lower body, up her spine, and sent a thrilling jolt through her back, soon clouding her mind.

“I’m coming!”

“Come for me! Fill my body completely, Master!”

Even as her mind grew hazy, Hwa Un-wol heard Yu-jin’s cry and shouted loudly, reaching her climax as she accepted his pure white seed.

“Hah… hah….”

Hwa Un-wol truly couldn’t lift a single finger. She had been taken so intensely that the space between her thighs was a mess of sweat, semen, and her own fluids.

But what was clear was that the total amount of internal energy she was emitting had been amplified compared to before.

This was the true power of the Yin-Yang Lust Arts. But Yu-jin, regardless of such things, pulled out his member and pushed it into her mouth.

“Hah… good… so good….”

With a dazed expression, Hwa Un-wol took his member, soiled with their secretions, into her mouth and cleaned it for him.

The unique fluids created by the mixture of hers and Yu-jin’s all went down her throat. Despite having just shared a round of passionate love, her eyes were colored with a strong lust.

‘The passion of a middle-aged woman is truly something!’

Though she was old in years, her body was actually only in its thirties, and it was incredibly hot. But embracing such a hot body had its own kind of pleasure, so Yu-jin smiled faintly and made love to her again.

Of course, Hwa Un-wol wasn’t the only one he attended to. Yu-jin visited every woman he had embraced, one by one, sharing his love and once again achieving a state beyond perfection.

* * *

The full might of the Martial Alliance had gathered in one place. Their numbers were roughly fifteen thousand. While far outnumbering the martial artists of the Western Regions, there was a sense that they were qualitatively inferior.

Of course, numerous supreme masters made up for that gap. Ten masters of the Transformation Realm, excluding the deceased Poison King and the missing King of Assassins. And five absolute masters of the Profound Realm stood majestically.

Behind those masters stood about thirty young men with calm expressions. They were the members of the Heavenly Dragon Brigade, who could be called the greatest heroes of the current martial world.

The day of the decisive battle had finally arrived.

‘This battle isn’t just a fight against the Great Dharma Master of Shaking Heaven.’

But for Yu-jin, this was a battle where his very survival was at stake, a matter more important than the problem of the Western Regions.

Yu-jin looked at Kang Yu-hyeon, and sensing Yu-jin’s gaze, Kang Yu-hyeon gave a cold smile. It was as if he were saying, ‘This is your end.’

‘The one who wins in the end is the true victor.’

And the victor would be none other than himself.

“Advance!”

The Martial Alliance Leader’s shout echoed loudly, and the martial world of the Central Plains began its march.

* * *

Mount Ho.

It was a very small mountain that marked the border between the vicinity of Chongqing and the Hubei region. While it was usually well-trodden, an incomparably vast number of people had gathered there now.

However, their appearance was quite different from that of the people of the Central Plains. They were, in fact, the people of the Western Regions.

Although they had lost many martial artists to the Heavenly Dragon Brigade, more than nine thousand warriors from the Western Regions still exuded a menacing aura.

In truth, they were excited. The martial world of the Western Regions, due to its proximity to India, was established before that of the Central Plains and had a longer history.

But never before had they gathered all their strength and marched toward the Central Plains like this. They had always moved as separate factions without a central figure and were ultimately defeated by the Central Plains.

How could they not be excited, now that for the first time, all their strength had been united to head for the Central Plains!

If they could win this one battle, the Central Plains would fall into the hands of the Western Regions.

“It’s the Great Dharma Master of Shaking Heaven!”

Their eyes fell upon a young man walking on air. Though he had the appearance of a young man, he had lived longer than anyone, and his eyes held an unfathomable depth. He was the Great Dharma Master of Shaking Heaven.

All the martial artists, including those from Potala Palace, looked at the Great Dharma Master of Shaking Heaven with one heart. At that moment, a colossal golden Buddha materialized from his entire body, brightly illuminating the sky.

“Ooooh!”

“Great Dharma Master of Shaking Heaven!”

The eyes of the Western Regions’ martial artists calling out to him were tinged with madness.

The god of the Western Regions, who had united their power for the first time in their history. The Great Dharma Master of Shaking Heaven looked at the martial artists with an indifferent face and then opened his mouth.

“The Central Plains are greedy. Whenever they gain power, they always covet what surrounds them. Because of that, our ancestors had to shed countless tears!”

“Destroy the Central Plains!”

“Annihilate the Central Plains!”

The crazed shouts of the warriors. But the Great Dharma Master of Shaking Heaven continued speaking with an unconcerned expression.

“The power of the Central Plains is strong now. And with that strengthened power, they will surely target our homeland, our people. I do not wish for that. That is why I have summoned you all. To bring down the hammer of judgment upon the savage Central Plains!”

“Judgment upon the arrogant Central Plains!”

“Ruin to the arrogant Central Plains!”

The warriors of the Western Regions shouted loudly. The madness they emitted, directed at the single common enemy of the Central Plains, seemed as if it could bring down the mountain.

“For the safety of our homeland and our people, we will attack the Central Plains. And we will completely erase the martial world of the Central Plains from existence!”

“Waaaaaaah!”

As the Great Dharma Master’s roar concluded, the martial artists of the Western Regions cheered and charged toward the warriors of the Martial Alliance, who were waiting in formation on the opposite side.

* * *

“He’s not human, after all.”

The Supreme Polarity Sword Emperor, leader of the Martial Alliance and one of the absolute masters of the Central Plains, couldn’t help but swallow a groan. The energy that had just formed the giant golden Buddha was an immense power far beyond his imagination.

Although he had great pride in his own swordsmanship, he had no confidence in facing the Great Dharma Master of Shaking Heaven alone.

The same was true for the Prajna Martial Emperor, Great Monk Gak-won.

“Amitabha, what truly incredible martial prowess.”

An expression of admiration appeared on Great Monk Gak-won’s face as he spoke. Although their paths differed, the Great Dharma Master of Shaking Heaven was also the leader of a branch of Buddhism.

Great Monk Gak-won himself led the colossal Shaolin Temple and had a great influence on the Buddhism of the Central Plains. As such, he couldn’t help but admire the martial prowess of the Great Dharma Master.

Great Monk Gak-won knew that although he had mastered most of the Seventy-Two Supreme Arts of Shaolin, with half of those reaching the pinnacle, he wouldn’t dare face the Great Dharma Master of Shaking Heaven alone.

“It is not our time to act yet anyway, so let us observe.”

At the words of the Thunder Sword Emperor, Namgung Jin, the other absolute masters all nodded. It was not yet their time to step forward.

“By the way, the warriors of the Western Regions are truly strong.”

At the words of the Sword Empress, Hwa Un-wol, everyone frowned and nodded.

The martial artists from the small and medium sects had been placed at the very front, but they were unable to properly block the attacks of the Western Regions’ warriors and were continuously giving way.

Well, they were sacrificial pawns, so it was inevitable, but even so, it was a truly difficult thing to watch.

“They worship only the Great Dharma Master of Shaking Heaven. Taking pity on them, the Great Dharma Master personally created martial arts and widely distributed them to the people of the Western Regions. That is how they came to possess such formidable power.”

At the words of the Divine Sword Emperor, Kang Yu-hyeon, the faces of the absolute masters darkened once more.

If one were to create and distribute new martial arts like the Great Dharma Master of Shaking Heaven did, even if they were weak techniques, one’s own insights would inevitably be leaked.

That was why the absolute masters and other experts present here all prevented their secret manuals from getting out.

Even the True Dragon Sword Clan, known for its relatively open culture, did not reveal its truly important martial arts to the outside world.

To think that the martial arts created by the man called the god of the Western Regions, which only the creator himself might consider weak, would be nothing short of ultimate techniques to others. And he distributed them freely…

“What incredible confidence.”

The Thunder Sword Emperor, Namgung Jin, spoke, swallowing a groan. It was something that would be absolutely unthinkable in the Central Plains. But because of it, they could understand why the warriors of the Western Regions were so strong.

It was at this time that the absolute masters felt the limits of the Central Plains’ martial world and would go on to establish something in a completely new way, but for now, that was still a distant story.

“By the way, that’s impressive. As soon as the tide of battle turned against them, they immediately moved in to block the most vulnerable point.”

As the Divine Sword Emperor, Kang Yu-hyeon, spoke in admiration, everyone’s gaze turned in that direction. Bright smiles appeared on the faces of the absolute masters.

The Heavenly Dragon Brigade, which had been in the rear, was now charging toward the front lines that had been helplessly pushed back, all under Yu-jin’s command.

Unlike the other combat units of the Martial Alliance, the Heavenly Dragon Brigade was not under the Alliance’s command and could move under Yu-jin’s independent command, which made this possible.

Kang Yu-hyeon watched this and thought.

‘Yes, fight to the end and win, my son. That will be your final pleasure.’

A cold smile formed on Kang Yu-hyeon’s lips.

* * *

“Die!”

A warrior from the Western Regions swung his talons, tearing open the chest of a Central Plains warrior.

“Kuaaargh!”

The warrior collapsed with a desperate scream. But the warrior from the Western Regions who had landed the attack did not escape unscathed. Another warrior from the Central Plains had already slashed his neck.

Although the battle had just begun, there were already numerous casualties.

However, the warriors from the small and medium sects at the forefront were being almost unilaterally slaughtered by the warriors of the Western Regions. Composed mostly of second-rate fighters, they lacked the strength to stop the warriors of the Western Regions, who were at least first-rate.

“Is this all the warriors of the Central Plains amount to?!”

Kwwaaaang!

As a warrior from the Western Regions unleashed a palm strike, seven Central Plains warriors coughed up blood and rolled on the ground.

The bigger problem for the Central Plains warriors was that there wasn’t just one or two warriors capable of unleashing such powerful palm strikes.

With everyone fighting their hardest, the battlefield resembled a scene from hell. And most of those lying on the ground were warriors from the Central Plains.

“I’ll kill you all, khahahaha!”

The warriors of the Western Regions were truly massacring the warriors at the front of the Martial Alliance’s formation, and a sense of despair appeared on the faces of the Central Plains warriors.

How could they even think of counterattacking when a single blow meant losing their lives?

A dark emotion born from despair enveloped their bodies.

It was then. Countless silver spheres embroidered the sky. The spheres drew long tails as they fell into the area where the martial artists of the Western Regions were gathered, and a massive explosion erupted.

“Kuaaaaaargh!”

“Aaaaaargh!”

The chain explosion of energy engulfed the warriors of the Western Regions who could not form protective auras, destroying their bodies.

The number of Western Regions warriors killed in this way was over twenty. It was an attack of truly immense power.

Everyone, whether from the Western Regions or the Central Plains, looked in one direction. And hope dawned on the faces of the Central Plains warriors.

“It’s the Heavenly Dragon Brigade!”

“Woooah!!”