Demonic Sword, Glutton 4

Ha-na (1) who was the old man, acting as the leader of the group, was sweating from head to toe. As a Peak Level Martial Artist who lived over a fifty years in the harsh Kangho, knew what Peng Gao resembled.

'It is just like that time, when the current Alliance Leader, slaughtered all the bandits in the Unorthodox Factions.' Ha-na used to be a bandit, but after meeting Peng Gao's old man, he never was ever again, he only survived because he was only fifteen years old then, 'Like they say the Morong Clan is a group of weird psychotics!'

The expressionless cold face of the current Murim Alliance Leader is still printed in his mind till this very day. Peng Gao might be psychotic, and not intimidating like his father, by a lions cub, is still a lion at the end of the day.

'Damn it! Why does he have that cursed sword!' When Ha-na saw Gao swing his red sword, hr felt the chills like when he met the Alliance Leader, which is why he was the first to run away, leaving his team behind.

Ha-na continued to run, he didn't want to look behind him at any cost, as that would remind him of his dead friends. With a tear of comradeship falling to the ground, he kept on running until he reached a small grass-field.

Ha-na didn't want to stop, by his body suddenly froze. The man who killed his family forty-seven years ago was standing in front of him. Long straight dark blue hair and cold deep ocean eyes. His hands firmly gripping a red long sword that has Lightning sparks coming out of it.

'It is that monster!?'

There was no doubt in Ha-na's mind that this was the man who is currently called the world's strongest. With the Atlantic ocean coming out of his body, he fell on his knees, "Please spare me! I will do anything you want! I will even tell you who ordered me to kill you."

Peng Gao suddenly laughed, like he had heard a funny story. From the moment they surrounded him, he had already figured them out, "I have no use for a person as old as you, and I know the one who ordered you is that fucken brothel owner pretending to be a scholar."

"!"

It was only natural for Ha-na to get shocked. He couldn't know how Gao had seen this, but his answer came right after, "You two kept on exchanging mental words, like you were some sort of lovers. An old man like you who has never used his junior before, would probably try to hit on one of his kind, but that scholar was too good looking for you."

Ha-na felt like he was stabbed in the heart with Peng Gao's words. It was true that he never got time to use his junior before like other man, but he was sure of one thing.

"Stop looking down on me! You haven't used yours either!"

Peng Gao burst into laughter, the old man looked like a stand up comedian. He was too damn hilarious, but his face suddenly turn cold serious, "Old man you should know your place, a foolish beggar like you without knowledge in both Martial Arts and the Art of charming woman, should just shut up and kill themselves."

Ha-na could see his life flash before his eyes, as Gao slowly walked towards him. Each step cause tremors in his heart, that he felt like coughing up blood. When the Drunken Swordsman was within range, he made one last act of desperation.

"Dieee!"

The old man's blade with was covered in projectile ki which increased the length of the blade by an inch, and its sharpness, was able to cut off Gao's head in one swing, but...

"Is this how it feels like, to have your head chopped off. I Suddenly feel free." Gao's head which was supposed to be bleeding out blood from the neck, talked nonchalantly, as his lower body slapped the old man.

"Ahhhh!" Ha-na screamed from both pain and shock, he had seen countless Martial Arts in his life, but he had never seen one where someone doesn't bleed when he is stabbed. Foam started to come out of his mouth, before he passed away.

Gao just clicked his tongue, before his body picked up his head and put it in its original position, "Nothing feels good than being whole again. Now only the client is left!"

The craving for alcohol from Gao's throat Increased and so were the levels of his insanity. Like he was a rhino, he charged strait towards the scholar who messed his afternoon, after his time with the Poison Princess.

Since Peng Gao was making quite a ruckus, Dul (2) was able to notice him. He increased the speed in his legs, but that just made the situation even more dangerous for him.

Peng Gao was laughing manically, when he jumped to tackle Dul from behind like he was some sort of Rugby player. Dul felt some of his bones brake, and if the Drunken Swordsman hadn't controlled his strength, he would have been a living vegetable.

Peng Gao stood up and kicked the fake scholar a few times in the gut, "You are the owner of the Plum Blossom Pavilion, Dakeu ( chapter 27 & 34), right? From now on I am your boss."

"What?!" Dakeu couldn't understand how his identity as the hidden boss of the Plum Blossom Pavilion was easily found out, but he didn't have to ponder about such useless staff, as he suddenly received a beating from his new boss.

"Don't speak when your elders are talking! You rude bastard! You heard me?!"

'Elder my ass! You are only 17, yet I am 35! Lead by example you rude fucker!'

Peng Gao didn't like the look in the pink haired man's eyes, it felt like his authority was being challenged, so he gave him another beating, "You should answer when your elders are asking you a question! Do you want me to kill you, huh?!"

Dakeu felt like he would really die, if he didn't answer, so he tried answering to his new boss, but he suddenly received another beating.

"This fucker! Are you already forgetting your first rule?! Do you want me to castrate you right now?!"

Dakeu screamed for his future, as he begged Peng Gao, "You can hurt me anywhere else, please don't make me important!"

"So should I chop your head off then?"

"Noooo!"