I quickly run after him into his room.
There he was backed up against the wall.
"How should I kill him.
Maybe a..."
"Who dares invade the courtyard of my second son." A loud deep voice cuts short thoughts.
Fuucckk!!!
"That Voice, that's the voice of the Patriach, Ximen Hong, isn't he supposed to be out for a meeting? why is he back so soon." I think to myself.
Fuck there's no way I'm beating a Martial Master in a face to face confrontation, especially one as skilled as Ximen Hong.
Forget Ximen Lao, I need to get out of here.
"Father!! Over here!!" Ximen Lao screams out.
Shit!
I quickly hit some pressure points on his neck silencing him.
I quickly run out the door as Ximen Hong comes crashing into Lao's room.
"Run boy! Run! Don't look back!" I say to myself as I sprint the fuck out of there.
Oh Diana would probably be laughing at me right now.
Moving at five hundred meters per second, 500m/s, seven hundred meters away from the clan within the hills, I suddenly feel a killing intent behind me.
I turn back and I see a sword flying towards me coming for my back.
I immediately fall to ground to dodge it.
Rolling on the floor I finally come to a stop after hitting a tree.
The sword plants itself in another tree beside me.
I try to stand up.
As I raise my head to look at the sword, there he was, his muscular silhouette standing high at 6feet in front of the moonlight.
He pulls his sword out of the tree as I stand to my feet.
Ohh I am soooo fucked now.
Why did he have to come back so early.
"A child?" He questions, looking at me in disbelief.
He couldn't identify me since it was night and there was a cloth over my face covering my nose down to my neck.
"Were you the one in my son's room just now?" He asks further.
I stand there trying to think of a way I can escape this.
There's no way, I could barely even fend off three Peak Level Martial Artists.
A Master can win against twenty Late Peak martial artists.
And would be able to take on thirty Late Peak martial artists.
The gap between the two realms is just too large, and here I am standing before him as a First Rate.
With all my experience, skills and well trained muscles I would be as strong as a Late Peak at best.
"Fuck! C'mon, think of a way, there has to be a way" I say to myself as I analyze him from head to toe, maybe, just maybe I'll find something.
"I asked you a question boy" Ximen Hong snaps at me as he begins to draw nearer.
I quickly activate my Phantom Technique.
Using the dark fog as a little deterance I quickly try to give myself some distance from him.
But as I try to move, I see his sword swinging at my side.
I quickly use a dagger to block it but the force was just too strong.
It sent me flying, crashing into a tree.
I slowly drop to the ground as I begin coughing out blood.
I feel a sharp pain at my side.
The injury I got earlier has started bleeding again.
There's just no way, I can't use the the forms of the Heavenly Demon Technique because I have not properly stabilized it.
Using it will come at a great price and it still might not work.
Except i use blood while using the form.
If only we were still in the courtyard, with those five corpses, maybe i could have made something work.
But here I am bleeding, on my knees, with a man after my head walking towards me.
I heave a sigh as I try to stand up.
"Well in the end I have to try don't I?" I say out as I stand, my black hair covering a side of my face.
I stand resting on the tree with my shoulder while holding the side of my abdomen I was previously stabbed.
If only the Heavenly Demon Technique were working properly I would have healed myself of this injury.
He comes closer and closer.
"Stand upright David." I say to myself.
"You will not die here." I tell myself again.
"Yeomra and Yama would have to come down and take me themselves if they want me to pay them a visit." I say to myself.
"Could you give me a second Ximen Hong? Even though I know I'll die today I would like to have a good fight with you." I say to him.
Though due to my love for fights I do genuinely want to have a good fight with him, but I have no plans of dieing tonight.
Though from the Unorthodox Faction, he was still a martial artist by heart.
One who respected a honorable fight.
He stops and sinks his sword into the ground placing his hand on it.
"Two minutes." he says to me.
All this dumb Murim fuckers, of course he gave it to me.
Or wait he's a Master and I'm a First Rate, of course he would let me do as I pleased, after all what could an an ant do to a lion.
I throw away my sword and sit down, I strip down the garment off my shoulders revealing the inner top under.
I pull it off and rip it in two.
I use one half folding and folding it to form a pad like structure.
I place this over the site of the injury and use the other half to tie it in place round my abdomen.
I pulled away the clothing covering my nose down as I rise to my feet.
"Yeong?" The Patriarch says as he sees my face under the moonlight.
I say nothing as I enter a karate kind of stance.
"Why were you running through the hills and why are you dressed up like that?" He asks again.
Still I say nothing retaining my pose, waiting to strike.
"I see, so you were indeed the one, what did you plan on doing to my son?"He asks again.
This fucker, talking as if the person he's talking to right now isn't also his son.
"And where are your accomplices?" He asks me, his tone now more serious.
"Accomplice? Why? You don't believe I alone am capable of taking down your son's guards?" I ask him mockingly.
"That's impossible, a fifteen year old? and one who is yet to..." He pauses as he notices something.
"Wait, isnt that Ki I've been sensing around you? You've activated your dantian? When? How?" He asks confused.
"Are you going to keep talking Ximen Hong? or are you going to come at me?" I ask him mockingly.