On the 7th year of the Azure Dragon, under the reign of Emperor Xuan of the Xin Empire, on the 14th day of the Month of Falling Leaves, the sun rose over the Murim Alliance of the Central Plains as if it were any other day.
I, the 7th Plum Blossom Sword Emperor, am the youngest martial artist to ever achieve the title of Sword Emperor. I once believed that with my power, I could fend off all the evil that dared to rise against the Murim.
I was wrong.I was so, so wrong.
This morning was supposed to mark the day the Murim Alliance formally declared war on the Demon Lord—a man born in the far eastern Islands of the Rising Sun, taken as a child by the Demonic Sect and trained in every forbidden martial art. He was a master of every weapon imaginable, under the heaven none more feared than the undefeatable blade of the abyss itself—Maken, the Heavenly Demon.
The Abbot of the Shaolin Temple opened today's meeting with solemn words.
"For too long, the darkness has festered in the shadows, unleashed by a cruel and remorseless force—the Demon Lord. His demonic army, a scourge upon our lands, has plundered our villages, ravaged our sacred grounds, and extinguished the light of countless innocent lives. For ten long years, his insidious power has decimated thirty-four noble clans, leaving nothing but ashes and despair in its wake"
I looked at fire king last survivor of his clan. if his grand children had survived they could be same age as me. he killed them he robbed this man from the most fundamental thing anyone ever need. a family. that damn demon lord !!
"Look now to that young girl standing among us—her eyes mirror a grief far beyond her years. her whole village was mercilessly wiped out by the hands of the Demon Lord. She is the living testament to the cruelty that has stained our world with sorrow."
demon lord has hobbit of living a one last survivor.
so they could tell the world that they met the devil. and he does exist .I grew up listening to the stories of Maken the heavenly demon since I was fifteen and now I am finally going to face this monster
"No longer can we endure the tyranny of a being whose heart knows no compassion, whose hands have spilled innocent blood"
standing here I was not alone. 4 rising dragons and 5 phoenixes where right besides me. together we are called 10 future pilers of murim. just like me one day all them will also take title of martial emperors.
"In our unity and unyielding resolve, we must now rise. Today, let our blades sing the song of retribution, our spirits ignite the fires of justice, and our hearts beat as one in defiance of this abomination."
with us 10 future pilers and the current 9 martial emperors and thousands of martial artist present here.
i was sure that we are going to will this war
"Now, with all the wisdom of the ages and the strength of our conviction, I, the Abbot of the Shaolin Temple and Leader of Murim alliance command you—"
As the abbot spoke, something was descending from the sky. No—it was not a thing. It was him.
We all felt it. A suffocating, crushing presence that sent shivers down our spines.
The Heavenly Demon was falling from the heavens at terrifying speed.
Before any of us could react, he was there—right above the abbot.
With a vicious grin, he swung the morning star in his right hand, and in an instant, the world turned red. the whole murim alliance ground was filled with red mist
A sickening crunch echoed through the hall as flesh and bone were torn apart in a single, merciless strike. The abbot—one of the greatest masters of our time—ceased to exist in that moment. Shredded organs, shattered ribs, and mangled flesh splattered across the floor, as if a bomb had detonated where he once stood.
And in the center of that carnage, bathed in fresh blood, stood the Demon Lord—grinning, his weapon dripping with what remained of our leader. and THAT DEMON spoke
"let the war begin"