Little Demon Reversion to Youth

Chapter 55

Three of the Blood Corpse Brigade members flew and aimed for Ajok, Senior Oh, and Jang Sam respectively.

"Where do you think you're going!"

Jang Sam shouted loudly and swung his broadsword.

Papapat!

With a flash of light, a rough saber energy rushed towards the Blood Corpse Brigade member.

Jang Sam's 'Great Light Thunder Saber' came from the White Mountain Sect's 'Great Light Sword Technique'.

There was another saber technique that came from the Great Light Sword Technique. It was the 'Great Light Saber Technique' that Hu Yeonjo and the Great Light Brigade had learned.

The Great Light Thunder Saber, a saber technique that Baekji had created himself, was twice as powerful as the Great Light Saber Technique, which had the same roots.

The rushing Blood Corpse Brigade member was horrified, held his saber, and rolled on the ground.

Shushushuk!

Senior Oh's sword moved dizzyingly, confusing the Blood Corpse Brigade member's vision.

Senior Oh's 'Eight Trigrams Wandering Sword Technique' was a mixture of the subtleties of a fast sword, a phantom sword, and a changing sword, and sword shadows and sword winds raged in all directions.

The Blood Corpse Brigade member struck his saber in all directions and took a step back.

Swish! Swish!

Ajok's saber was simple, fast, and most decisive.

That was why Baekji had named it the 'Lightning Hundred and Eight Sabers'.

"Keuk!"

The Blood Corpse Brigade member who had rushed towards Ajok had his right wrist, which was holding the saber, cut off and retreated.

The Blood Corpse Brigade squad leader, who had been about to ignore the three and rush into the Songhua Hall, stopped.

'This is different from what I heard.'

He had heard that there were only maids and servants.

When the Blood Corpse Brigade squad leader gestured, the members surrounded Ajok and the others.

Just then, the door of the Songhua Hall opened, and Yang Soryeong walked out.

The Seven Plums followed and stood behind her.

They were all holding swords.

"Grandmaster, stay inside!"

When Ajok raised his saber and approached cautiously, Yang Soryeong raised her hand and stopped him.

Yang Soryeong asked the Blood Corpse Brigade squad leader, "What do you want?"

The Blood Corpse Brigade squad leader pointed at Yang Soryeong and beckoned with his finger.

"Are you the White Mountain Sect Master? If you come quietly, I will spare these brats."

It was a gloomy voice.

Yang Soryeong's gaze turned towards the prison.

The sound of weapons clashing and screams were mixed.

'Mei Zhongjun!'

She had not yet heard the whereabouts of her father's body.

Yang Soryeong's heart became anxious. But the enemies in front of her were also not to be trifled with.

If she made a mistake, someone could die.

The words that Ajok had shouted last night had become a reality.

The Blood Corpse Brigade squad leader's judgment was quick.

When it seemed that Yang Soryeong would not come quietly, he immediately gave the order to attack.

This time, the Blood Corpse Brigade members cautiously aimed for Ajok, Senior Oh, and Jang Sam.

Although Yang Soryeong and the maids were holding swords, they did not think they would be a match.

The Blood Corpse Brigade members paired up and attacked together.

Swish! Swish!

Kakang!

A chaotic battle broke out in an instant.

The Blood Corpse Brigade squad leader's eyes shone gloomily.

'As expected, they lack experience.'

To protect Yang Soryeong, they should not have been drawn into the fight.

They should have fought with their backs to the person they were protecting, focusing on defense. Since Ajok, Senior Oh, and Jang Sam had no experience, they had gotten mixed up in the fight with the Blood Corpse Brigade members, creating an opening.

The Blood Corpse Brigade squad leader gestured to the remaining two.

'Capture the Sect Master!'

As soon as he gave the instruction, he flew and attacked Yang Soryeong.

"Where do you think you're going!"

Gayan, Bangbang, and the other Seven Plums jumped out and blocked the squad leader's path.

The Blood Corpse Brigade squad leader did not even glance at them, shot up, and struck with his saber energy.

It was an act that ignored Yang Soryeong and the Seven Plums.

The Seven Plums changed their positions and stabbed with their swords in unison.

The sword energy, stabbing from seven directions, was weak, but the positions were cunning.

The 'Seven Plums Sword Technique' that the Seven Plums had learned was a secret art of Huashan.

"...!"

The Blood Corpse Brigade squad leader's saber energy was caught in the momentum of the sword formation and scattered.

In the unexpected situation, the Blood Corpse Brigade squad leader used all his strength and struck his saber to the left and right.

Chae-chae-chaeng!

Although the Seven Plums Sword Technique was a secret art, the Seven Plums lacked internal energy. They were pushed back by the force of the Blood Corpse Brigade squad leader's saber and all took one or two steps back.

Sreureuk!

Then, two Blood Corpse Brigade members rushed in and attacked the Seven Plums.

The Seven Plums worked together and blocked the Blood Corpse Brigade members' sabers.

Chae-chaeng!

In the meantime, the Blood Corpse Brigade squad leader, who had escaped the Seven Plums Sword Formation, rolled on the ground and narrowed the distance to Yang Soryeong.

When the squad leader reached a distance of one zhang, he jumped up and swung his saber from left to right.

In that moment, Yang Soryeong stepped forward and stabbed with her sword.

The Blood Corpse Brigade squad leader's eyes widened to the size of bells.

The tip of Yang Soryeong's sword fluttered and approached.

Keok!

The 'Butterfly One Flower', the secret art of the 'Heavenly Fragrance Butterfly Sword', accurately pierced the Blood Corpse Brigade squad leader's neck.

'Th-this is...'

It wasn't that he had been careless.

The moment he had clashed with the Seven Plums' swords, he had not trusted the information that they had not learned martial arts. In a life-or-death battle, underestimating the enemy was a shortcut to death.

So, he had done his best.

He looked at the sword stuck in his neck.

It wasn't that he couldn't block it, but that he hadn't been able to.

The Blood Corpse Brigade squad leader raised his head.

His eyes met Yang Soryeong's.

A complicated gaze.

Conflict? Why?

It was a question that would never be answered.

Blood filled his vision, and then darkness fell.

* * *

Xuesha stood Menghua, who had been tucked under his arm, up and then grabbed the back of her neck.

If he struck her neck with the side of his hand, fresh blood would gush out. The Blood Blood Demonic Art absorbed the energy by burning that fresh blood with internal energy. That was why it was a demonic art defined as a taboo in the martial world.

Xuesha pretended to strike her neck and then suddenly put his hand on Menghua's chest.

"You're plump and nice. Tie Yantai, you must have had a good time. Don't you think it's unfair?"

"You old pervert! Get your hands off me!"

Although Menghua struggled, Xuesha's gaze was still on Tie Yantai.

Tie Yantai said, "Why are you buying time? Do you want something from the White Mountain Sect?"

"Kehehe. You're quick-witted."

Xuesha was waiting for the Blood Corpse Lord. He had gone towards the White Mountain Sect in case the brat called the Honored One appeared. He would come this way when he was done.

"It's a pity. The White Mountain Sect must have already become a sea of blood."

Tie Yantai chuckled.

"Why should I worry about the White Mountain Sect? Whether those brats die or not has nothing to do with me."

"You stayed as a resident guest without any connection? What about beating up Bai Renguang as a servant of the White Mountain Sect?"

"You don't need to know."

"Kehehe. We have a lot of time, so why don't we talk? Huh!"

Although Xuesha was bickering with Menghua, he was watching Tie Yantai, and the wrist that was holding Menghua stung.

He had let go of Menghua in a hurry.

In that moment, Tie Yantai's Empty Spirit Demonic Fist rushed in.

Papapat!

"Keuhe. Not a chance!"

Xuesha was also a master who had entered the Transformation realm early on.

He struck with his right palm and kicked the head of Menghua, who was falling, having lost her balance, with his left foot.

Kwa-kwa-kwang!

Although the blood-red palm print blocked the rushing Empty Spirit Demonic Fist, the left foot that had kicked Menghua hit empty air.

Sreureuk.

Menghua was pulled back as if someone had pulled her.

"...!"

Xuesha sensed that another strong enemy had appeared. But he could not ignore the Tie Yantai who was rushing at him.

Xuesha's hands moved dizzyingly, and a blood-red palm shadow rose in the empty air.

"Blood Hand Grand Seal!"

Tie Yantai used his Empty Spirit Demonic Fist to its fullest, struck the blood-red palm shadow, and retreated.

In the meantime, Xuesha moved to the right and confirmed the person who had appeared behind him.

A refined-looking scholar in his early old age stood, waving a folding fan. Next to the scholar, a young woman of considerable beauty was supporting Menghua.

Xuesha looked at his wrist.

A barely visible, fine needle was stuck in it.

Xuesha glared at the scholar.

"There's no poison. I didn't have time to apply it."

The scholar in his early old age said in a regretful tone, folding his fan and tapping his palm.

Xuesha let out a strange laugh.

"Jian Yi? It's surprising. Why have two of the Four Divine Generals appeared at the White Mountain Sect?"

The scholar in his early old age was the Western Divine General of the Demonic Cult, Jian Yi.

Xuesha stealthily moved back and stood in the middle of Tie Yantai and Jian Yi.

The three formed a '品' formation and faced each other.

Hongyan, who had come with Jian Yi, supported Menghua and moved back.

"Sister? What happened?"

Hongyan could not release the acupoints that Xuesha had hit on Menghua. So, she had just pulled her and had run back.

"Let go, I have to kill that bastard!"

Although Menghua struggled as she was being dragged, Hongyan did not listen.

Tie Yantai glared at Xuesha.

"Xuesha, what are you going to do now? You don't have a hostage."

"Kehehe. I didn't need a hostage in the first place. It was a means to draw you out."

Tie Yantai's figure disappeared, and fists raged in the empty air. At the same time, Jian Yi went behind Xuesha, opened his fan, and swung it.

Sharp, strong energy flew in layers.

"Hmph!"

Xuesha's figure also disappeared, and a blood-red blood mist rose. From within it, a blood-red palm shadow shot out.

Kwa-kwa-kwang!

As strong energy and strong energy clashed, an explosive sound erupted.

The three instantly got mixed up and exchanged dozens of blows.

In the eyes of Hongyan, who was watching with bated breath from afar, only the flashing of black, red, and blue lights could be seen.

Surprisingly, Xuesha blocked the attacks of Tie Yantai and Jian Yi.

Thump!

Kwa-ang!

As the three poured out all their internal energy and clashed, the cliff shook.

"The cliff is going to collapse."

Menghua muttered worriedly.

Hongyan's eyes sparkled as she asked, "What's your relationship with the Eastern Divine General?"

"What? What are you talking about?"

Menghua averted Hongyan's gaze.

* * *

"Keuk!"

Senior Oh pulled out the sword stuck in the Blood Corpse Brigade member's chest.

Of the ten who had invaded the Songhua Hall, only the one whose wrist had been cut off by Ajok at the beginning had survived.

Corpses were scattered in the front yard of the Songhua Hall. The hearts of Yang Soryeong, Ajok, Senior Oh, Jang Sam, and the Seven Plums were heavy.

It was the first time they had killed people.

"..."

After a moment of silence, Ajok interrogated the survivor. He was cultivating his internal energy on one side.

"What is your purpose, you brats?"

"..."

"Hey, answer me at once."

When Ajok pushed him slightly, he fell back.

"He's dead."

The man had committed suicide when his comrades had died.

"They're tough brats."

"Where did they come from?"

"From their attire and the energy they exude, they're not from a righteous sect."

"Search their clothes. There might be some clue."

Although Ajok, Senior Oh, and Jang Sam searched the Blood Corpse Brigade members' clothes, nothing came out.

"Huh? Young Miss? The Young Miss is gone?"

Gayan's surprised voice was heard.

Since Gayan and the other Seven Plums were also helping Ajok by gathering the corpses, they hadn't known that Yang Soryeong had disappeared.

"Where did she go?"

Ajok's gaze turned towards the prison. Although he hoped it wasn't so, it seemed that Yang Soryeong had gone that way.

Ajok said to the Seven Plums, "You guys, take refuge in the back mountain."

"What about you, General Manager?"

Agwa, the third of the Seven Plums, asked.

"I have to find our grandmaster."

"We'll look for her too."

The Seven Plums had no intention of running away, leaving Yang Soryeong behind.

Ajok immediately changed his decision.

"Then we'll all go together! Any objections?"

Agwa answered immediately, "Let's go!"

"Yes, it's better to act together."

Everyone nodded.

Just then, Zhong Jia came out with a kitchen knife.

"You can't go without me. I'm part of the family too."

"Zhong Jia, you can't. You don't know martial arts."

Zhong Jia raised his right hand and extended it.

Poong.

A palm force was emitted.

"It's a 'Flame Palm' that will roast you if you're hit."

It was a level where one would at most be singed if hit.

Ajok shook his head.

"You might die if you follow."

"If you leave me behind, there will be no food from now on."

Jang Sam grabbed Zhong Jia's hand tightly.

"We are one family. We live together and die together."

* * *

When Yang Soryeong arrived at the prison, less than ten of the Swift Wind Brigade were fighting properly.

Nangong Zhao and Zhang Li were covered in blood and were fighting at the forefront of the defense line, and in the middle, a master wielding a pair of iron 'Judge's Pens' was clashing with the one who seemed to be the enemy's leader.

The dead and injured were rolling around everywhere.

And yet, not a single groan was heard. Since they were all trained martial artists, not many screamed even at the moment of death.

The battlefield was just noisy with the sound of weapons clashing.

Yang Soryeong, who was standing on the prison wall and watching the situation, immediately flew and stood in front of the prison's iron gate.

"Sect Master Yang?"

Nangong Zhao shouted in surprise.

(End of Chapter)