Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 1750
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Episode 1750. You can call it venting your anger. (5)
“What are you doing stupidly?”
“Ah, no… … . That can’t be happening?”
Jo-geol looked back and forth between his sword and Yun-jong’s sword with a fierce expression.
There’s no way this gentleman could’ve gotten a new, good sword somewhere in the meantime. Then how on earth did he manage to slice up those monsters that he and Yui Seol had a hard time dealing with one by one?
“What did you do?”
“It’s hard to explain.”
“Hey, if you don’t want to teach me, just say you don’t want to teach me!”
“No, it’s really hard to explain. And this is something you can do too.”
At Yoon Jong’s words, Jo Geol narrowed his eyes.
“This gentleman… I thought his personality had become very twisted lately, but now he has crossed the line?”
“I told you it’s true!”
Yoon Jong suddenly got angry, then turned his head forward with a “Oh no.” The situation was not yet easy to play with words while keeping up with Jo Geol’s rhythm.
“It seems like they are weak to goodness.”
“Is this the spirit of an immortal?”
“okay.”
“… … So, are you saying that the death penalty can handle preemptive strikes now?”
“It seems a bit like that, but I still don’t know exactly how to use it… … .”
“Oh my goodness. A god has emerged from the volcano. He has the power of the divine spirit, the divine spirit.”
“… … .”
A large vein bulged out on Yun Jong’s forehead. Is this the right time to be making such a fuss? He was a bastard from the beginning, so I thought he hadn’t changed much after meeting Cheongmyeong, but it seems his judgment was wrong.
At that time, Yui Seol, who had been listening silently, asked.
“Seon-gi?”
“yes.”
“How do you use it?”
“It’s hard to explain exactly, but it feels like drawing out everything you have. For us who have lived the life of a Taoist monk, good energy is like energy that has already been accumulated.”
At those words, Yui Seol nodded immediately.
“I understand.”
Yun Jong looked at Yu I Seol with a completely different gaze than when he looked at Jo Geol. In fact, in terms of not being attached to worldly things and prioritizing the life of Taoism, there was no one who was closer to Taoism than Yu I Seol. Perhaps that was why she seemed to easily understand Yun Jong’s words.
“Then like this.”
With a short word, Yui Seol’s body disappeared from the spot as if it had collapsed. Then, she reappeared right in front of the Blood Cultist, who had not been able to hide his bewildered expression.
Pfft!
Her sword flashed like lightning, and the Blood Cultist’s neck was slit in an instant. The area around her Adam’s apple split open, revealing a bright red line of blood.
Oh my.
The moment when Yoon Jong, who had been watching, was about to clench his fist.
Shhhh!
Dozens of tentacles sprouted from the split neck again and began to heal the wound. Yui Seol, who was watching this closely, turned her body slightly and tilted her head toward Yun Jong.
“It doesn’t work?”
“Eww! This is crazy! I have to look ahead… …!”
Kwaaaaang!
Dust flew up where Yui Seol had been standing.
The moment the Blood Cultist put down his hand, Jo-geol, who had barely managed to grab Yu-iseol and pull her out, gasped for breath. That was how much strength he had used. He grabbed Yu-iseol by the collar and shook her.
“No, where in the world would you find a crazy person who turns their head away from there!”
“no.”
“What on earth made you think that would work? Yes?”
“hmm.”
Yui Seol looked at my sword with a slightly different look than usual.
“There’s no difference.”
“What difference is there? That gentleman is Yun Jong-sa-hyeong! Things like immortality and pottery have nothing to do with us. It’s because he’s that gentleman!”
Jo-geol was angry and started swearing.
A farce that was completely out of place on the battlefield was unfolding, but the Blood Cultists were unable to move hastily while watching this scene.
‘The blessing of the church… … .’
Because I clearly saw the sword of that strangely neat man, like a monk, cut off the blessing of the religion.
‘How dare someone who doesn’t even look that great dare to do that!’
The blood cultist bit his lip.
The blessing of the church is not a power that all believers can possess. Even in the church, only one-third of those who have been granted that power are given it.
There is no doubt that it is a precious power even within the church, and that it is in the realm of ‘miracles’. It would be a miracle that would be especially difficult for those foolish non-believers to handle.
But this means the other way around… … when the transfer is not effective, their abilities decline drastically.
The blood cultist glared at Yunjong.
Unlike the other people who are making a fuss, that guy named Yoon Jong has not taken his eyes off me for even a second since he showed up here. It means that he knows exactly what he has to do.
A momentary sense of discomfort and murderous intent welled up in him, but the transparent energy at the tip of Yunjong’s sword was too rough to explode it all. It was closer to instinctive fear.
The emotions that others who saw the Blood Cult felt were now felt several times more intensely by the Blood Cultists.
In this situation, there is only one conclusion.
“Everyone, come back alive!”
As soon as the order was given, the Blood Cultists kicked the ground and moved in all directions. Almost simultaneously, Yun Jong’s body instantly lengthened and chased after the fleeing ones.
Crunch! Crunch!
Two of the Blood Cultists were unable to avoid Yun Jong’s sword and rolled around, spewing blood. However, the others took advantage of the gap and opened up a distance that would be difficult to chase.
“Those guys with no self-respect!”
Jo-Geol looked at the Blood Cultists with an expression that seemed to be incredulous.
He attacked confidently, but as soon as he was at a disadvantage, he threw away his dignity and everything and fled in all directions. It was a method that was extremely embarrassing for Jo Gul, who was a member of the political faction.
Jo-geol gave up on the chase. He might be able to chase after a few of them, but even if he went, it didn’t seem like he would be able to deal with them easily.
“Wait a minute. Come to think of it, those guys ran away because they were afraid of the death penalty?”
“Not that much.”
Jo-geol burst out laughing. The guys that he had been struggling to deal with along with Yu-i-seol, Yoon-jong hadn’t just defeated them, he had suppressed them with his mere presence.
Yui Seol asked Yoon Jong repeatedly whether he had the same thoughts.
“How do you use it?”
“Later. First, let me help you elsewhere.”
Only then did Jo-geol scratch his head and say, “Oh no.”
“… … Ah. Well, the place you applied to will probably be struggling too.”
“Yes, but not all of them.”
“What do you mean? We went through all this trouble?”
“That’s because we are volcanoes.”
Jo Geul frowned at Yoon Jong’s words.
“Are you ignoring the Volcano faction?”
“No, that’s not what I meant… … .”
Yoon Jong, who was trying to explain something, shook his head. Explaining to Jo Geol was something completely useless.
“You’ll know when you see it. Let’s go.”
“How do you use it?”
Yoon Jong ran out, and Yu Yi Seol quickly followed behind him. Jo Geol, who was left behind, burst into laughter once again.
“Anyway, I guess it’s okay to surprise people like that once in a while.”
Yunjong’s shoulders looked broad today.
* * *
Kuuuuung!
Black, dead blood poured out from the mouth of the blood cultist who had been thrown far away. He clutched his chest and groaned.
“Ugh… … This guy… … .”
Hye-yeon’s face, staring blankly at the sight, remained calm and composed.
“It seems that external injuries are easily treated, but… … it seems that internal injuries are not.”
“You have a pierced mouth!”
The blood cultists have sharpened this.
What he said was right. The blessings of the doctrine that were placed in the body quickly healed trauma, but they could not stabilize the shaken danjeon or the boiling energy and blood.
So, I don’t get along with the master of the I-Jung-Su method that shakes people from the inside out.
furthermore…….
‘That’s not just a simple self-referential treatment.’
Even if it is considered a simple self-reinforcement method, the wounds left by that power are healing more slowly than usual. Looking at the soft golden book in Hye-yeon’s hand, the blood cultist asked sharply.
“Is this Shaolin’s Dharma?”
“… … .”
“I don’t recognize them because they are wearing black robes instead of yellow robes. Shaolin… … They are indeed a group that will be a great obstacle to the palace.”
The muttering blood cultist soon started to speak.
“It’s really fortunate that Sapaelyeon erased Shaolin. Don’t you think so?”
For a moment, pain flashed across Hye-yeon’s eyes. But that too was fleeting, and the look of pain quickly disappeared.
“That may certainly be the case. But… … it may be good for the palace, but it’s not particularly good for you. You’ll never be able to leave this place anyway.”
“That cheeky bastard… … .”
Blood flashed in the eyes of the Blood Cultist.
“And in fact, your palace is not something you would like to do either. If there is something Shaolin needs to do, I will do it.”
There was a firm determination in Hye-yeon’s eyes. The Blood Cultist sneered.
“A guy who doesn’t even wear Shaolin’s yellow robe?”
“What’s so important about a mere piece of clothing? What’s important is that the Dharma of Shaolin remains with me.”
Fight!
Hye-yeon stepped on the true awakening.
“The proof is not difficult. Come.”
The Blood Cultist bared his teeth and rushed toward Hye-yeon. An ominous energy gathered around the deformed sword he was holding. It was so dark that it seemed like it would devour her flesh before she could even see it.
But the aura that Hye-yeon gave off instantly purified that energy.
Fight!
The softly extended hand gently pushed aside the flying deformity. It was different from the past. It was not a simple pressing, but a hand that contained lightness.
Kuuuuung!
Immediately afterwards, Hye-yeon’s fist, which had been resting on her waist, was precisely slammed into the empty side of the Blood Cultist. With a golden fist seal engraved on it, the Blood Cultist was thrown away, spurting blood.
The blood cultist, who had been lying on the ground and rolling around a few more times, glared at Hye-yeon, panting with a bloody face.
“This… this guy!”
The blood cultist who had been twitching and twitching lowered his head. He had lost consciousness in one stroke. It was when Hye-yeon habitually took the class leader’s seat, as if she was feeling uneasy.
“Die!”
The Blood Cultist who had been secretly watching the situation from behind rushed towards Hye-yeon at incredible speed. At that very moment, Hye-yeon was about to reflexively swing her fist again.
Kwaaaaaaaah!
Suddenly, a huge white sword energy flew in and swept away the Blood Cultists all at once.
Hye-yeon, who had been frozen in silence, blinked her big eyes and looked back.
“Are you okay, monk?”
“… … Namgung Siju.”
Namgung Do-wi, who appeared from behind, looked around with a calm expression.
“I’m sorry. Did I bother you?”
“That’s not true.”
“Then that’s good.”
“Is Your Majesty Namgung okay? They’re using a strange trick.”
“Special demand? What are you talking about?”
“therefore…….”
Hye-yeon, who was about to say something, glanced over at the blood cult members who had been swept up in Namgung Do-wi’s sword energy. Hye-yeon shook her head, feeling a sense of emptiness as she saw the corpse that had been literally turned to mush.
“… … It’s nothing.”
“Hmm? If you have anything to say, please do so, monk.”
“… …Really not.”
Yeah, what does that mean?
Even if it’s a sorcery or something, if it’s a scar that can be healed to some extent, there’s no way to try. What can you do when your head is shattered beyond recognition with one blow?
From Namgung Do-wi’s perspective, it must have felt like a bunch of guys with no special abilities were rushing in without a plan.
‘It’s the same sword… … .’
It was obvious how those who wielded the Sword of the Volcano would foam at the mouth at the sight of this sight.
Hye-yeon said with a sigh.
“Please go help somewhere else first.”
“I don’t think that’s necessary.”
“yes?”
“They’re backing off.”
Namgung Do-wi pointed down the mountain. Sure enough, he saw the people in red retreating.
“You’re already retreating.”
“It’s hard to understand, but it definitely seems to be backing down.”
The Cheonwoo Alliance’s support is not yet fully in place. So, they will be able to continue to trample on this place for a while.
But it doesn’t make sense to step down already.
“Could there have been another purpose?”
“That may be true, but I think… … .”
Namgung Do-wi’s gaze turned downward. Pale plum blossom leaves were fluttering.
“It seems things are a bit different than I expected. As always.”
“Hmm.”
Hye-yeon stared blankly at the blooming plum blossoms.
The plum blossom sword was something he was familiar with, but it was also different from what he knew. Hye-yeon couldn’t take her eyes off the petals for a while.
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