Little Demon Reversion to Youth

Chapter 56

Yang Soryeong, who had rushed into the battlefield, immediately struck with her sword and blocked the saber of the Blood Corpse Brigade member who was aiming for the waist of a Swift Wind Brigade warrior.

Thwack!

In the meantime, the Swift Wind Brigade warrior's sword pierced the Blood Corpse Brigade member's abdomen. The Swift Wind Brigade warrior, who had saved his life by a hair's breadth, gave Yang Soryeong a grateful nod and immediately rolled to block the next enemy.

"Keuk!"

When a Swift Wind Brigade warrior clutched his abdomen and left the defense line, Yang Soryeong immediately jumped in and filled the spot.

Papapat!

The rushing Blood Corpse Brigade member was thrown back by Yang Soryeong's sword.

"...!"

Nangong Zhao was greatly surprised. He had never imagined that the delicate Yang Soryeong could perform such a high-level sword technique.

Yang Soryeong's 'Heavenly Fragrance Butterfly Sword' was something that Baekji had created with great effort, based on the 'Blood Sun Sword Manual'.

Baekji had taken the advantages of the Blood Sun Sword Manual and had composed the sword forms in a way that would break or attack the techniques of the Blood Sun Sword Manual. That was why it was a martial art that was like a natural enemy to the Blood Sect members.

'She lacks experience!'

He saw that when Yang Soryeong blocked the enemy's sword and counterattacked, she followed the sequence of the sword forms and was blocked by the opponent's saber.

If she were an experienced master, she would have twisted her sword, utilizing the subtlety of its operation, and then the opponent's neck would have been pierced.

Nangong Zhao moved along the defense line and went to Yang Soryeong's side. He was worried.

To Nangong Zhao, Yang Soryeong had come to support them. He could not let her be harmed.

Nangong Zhao stood next to Yang Soryeong and surveyed the battle situation.

When the Blood Corpse Brigade leader had jumped into the fight and they had been pushed back one-sidedly, 'Divine Pen' Quan Bai had appeared.

The masters of the Wind and Cloud Pavilion originally did not interfere in the affairs of the Martial Alliance. Although it was a policy to avoid exposing their identities, since they were people who had been personally invited by the Martial Alliance Leader in the first place, they did not belong to the alliance's system.

And yet, when Nangong Zhao was in danger, Quan Bai could not pretend not to know. He had joined the battle with his two secret escorts who followed him.

Thanks to that, the Swift Wind Brigade had been able to build a defense line and had been able to block the enemy until now.

Kakang!

The Blood Corpse Brigade leader swung his saber, struck the iron pen that Quan Bai had stabbed, and then jumped back a distance of three zhang.

The Blood Corpse Brigade leader realized that Quan Bai was a cut above him. Even though he had fought with his left and right trusted subordinates, far from subduing him, they were being pushed back.

And yet, he knew the reason why Quan Bai was not using all his strength to defeat him.

Quan Bai was conscious of the Blood Corpse Lord watching from behind.

It was also strange that the Blood Corpse Lord was just watching and not participating in the battle.

But he did not dare to ask for help.

The Blood Corpse Brigade leader's cold gaze surveyed the defense line and then turned to Yang Soryeong.

The Swift Wind Brigade's defense line, which had seemed on the verge of collapsing, had been re-established when the young girl had jumped in.

The Blood Corpse Brigade leader had immediately noticed that although Yang Soryeong's techniques were brilliant, she lacked experience.

Then, a clever idea came to him.

He gestured to his trusted subordinates who were guarding his left and right.

It meant to focus their attack on Yang Soryeong first.

Although Quan Bai noticed this and launched a preemptive attack, the Blood Corpse Brigade leader wildly swung his saber and blocked it.

His left and right trusted subordinates rushed towards Yang Soryeong. Since they were one or two cuts above the Blood Corpse Brigade members, the Swift Wind Brigade's defense line was immediately shaken.

Since the left and right trusted subordinates were skilled in 'continuous strikes', they were able to reach Yang Soryeong's front in an instant.

Although Nangong Zhao tried to shake off the two Blood Corpse Brigade members who were holding him, it was not easy.

"Sect Master Yang, retreat inside the defense line!"

Although he shouted, Yang Soryeong did not listen and went out to face the left and right trusted subordinates.

Chae-chaeng!

Swish, swish, swish!

Since Yang Soryeong also knew that the left and right trusted subordinates were masters, she swung her sword with all her might.

Kakang!

The left and right trusted subordinates, after clashing once, were inwardly surprised. Not only were her sword forms brilliant, but her internal energy was also solid.

They had not thought that a young woman could be so skilled in martial arts. The two quickly split to the left and right and aimed for Yang Soryeong's left and right. Since they knew she lacked experience, they planned to cause confusion and subdue her.

Just then.

"How dare you, to our grandmaster!"

A giant appeared and struck the trusted subordinate who was attacking Yang Soryeong's left with a huge saber.

Jijijik, kwang!

Surprisingly, lightning energy gathered on the broadsword, and a thunderous roar erupted as if lightning were striking.

When Yang Soryeong was in danger, Jang Sam had drawn out all his internal energy and had poured it into this one strike. Thanks to that, he had broken through the limit he had not been able to break through before, and lightning energy had exploded.

He had truly entered the 'Great Light Thunder Saber'.

The trusted subordinate who had been aiming for the left could not withstand the energy of Jang Sam's saber and rolled back on the ground, letting the lightning energy flow away. But his appearance was a mess.

He had been injured internally by the full-force strike of Jang Sam, who had been exhausted from fighting Quan Bai.

"To attack a woman together! Receive the sword of me, the 'Wandering Great Hero'."

The trusted subordinate who was aiming for Yang Soryeong's right felt a sharp sword wind rush in with a loud shout, and a severe sword energy surrounded him, so he took a step back and fiercely swung his saber.

Papapak!

Although he broke the sword energy that was rushing in from all directions, surprisingly, the sword energy immediately rushed in again.

The 'Eight Trigrams Wandering Sword Technique' was a sword technique that Baekji had created by incorporating various things, and among them was the principle of the 'Eight Trigrams Formation'.

Although the name was elegant, if one mastered it, it was a cruel sword technique where the sword energy, flying about as if wandering through the empty air, would follow the formation of the Eight Trigrams Formation, trap the opponent, and finally cut off their head.

"Keuk!"

Thanks to Senior Oh's lack of decisiveness, the trusted subordinate gave up his shoulder and barely escaped the Eight Trigrams Wandering Sword Technique. But he was so seriously injured that it would be difficult for him to hold a saber again.

Then, the Seven Plums, who had rushed in, formed a sword formation centered on Yang Soryeong and dealt with the Blood Corpse Brigade members.

'What on earth is going on?'

Nangong Zhao, who had never imagined that the maids and servants of the White Mountain Sect were so skilled, was inwardly surprised and was almost hit by a saber that had flown in, aiming for an opening.

Just then, Ajok appeared and quickly swung his saber, cutting off the enemy's arm. He hadn't even seen how fast the saber was.

"You should focus on the enemy!"

Ajok gave Nangong Zhao a sharp rebuke and went to Yang Soryeong's side.

Nangong Zhao, coming to his senses, surveyed the battle situation again.

The semi-circular defense line, formed with the prison gate at the center, had been barely able to hold on thanks to the appearance of Yang Soryeong and the others.

But more than half of the enemy still remained.

When Yang Soryeong appeared, the figure of the Blood Corpse Lord, who had been standing on the wall, disappeared and then reappeared in front of the prison.

The smell of rotting corpses wafted thickly.

The Blood Corpse Lord asked Yang Soryeong, "Did you harm the disciples who went to the Songhua Hall?"

The Blood Corpse Brigade, including the brigade leader, could all be said to be the disciples of the Blood Corpse Lord.

"Who are you to have invaded the White Mountain Sect?"

"Kehehe. What cute brats. You were hiding your skills."

The Blood Corpse Lord had been watching the situation, thinking it was strange that the Blood Corpse Brigade that had gone to the Songhua Hall had not returned.

He had waited because he had to deal with the White Mountain Sect's Honored One if he appeared.

But when the young female sect master had subdued the Blood Corpse Brigade and had even come to support the prison, he had judged that the White Mountain Sect's Honored One was definitely not there.

"Bring Bai Renguang and Mei Zhongjun. Then I will spare you."

When the Blood Corpse Lord spoke, Yang Soryeong shook her head.

"I cannot do that."

"So you're saying you all want to die."

"If you let everyone go, I will hand over the prison key."

Although Yang Soryeong had come to ask Mei Zhongjun about the whereabouts of her father's body, she had changed her mind after seeing the tragic result of the bloody battle that had taken place in front of the prison.

She thought it was her duty to take care of the casualties and get out, as the Swift Wind Brigade's sacrifice had been great.

"I cannot do that."

Although Nangong Zhao protested, Yang Soryeong said flatly, "This is the White Mountain Sect. They are the criminals of the White Mountain Sect. Since I have not yet handed them over to the Martial Alliance, it is a matter for me to decide."

Quan Bai sent a telepathic message.

-It is highly likely that True Man Changshan has found out the treatment method for the Blood Hand Grand Seal. Let's send Bai Renguang.

"Alright. I will send them. Hand over the key."

"The people come first. I will hand it over after everyone has left the estate."

"Kehahaha. You're quite clever."

The Blood Corpse Lord laughed, 'keke', and then finally burst into a loud laugh.

He had intended to kill everyone from the beginning. He had just told them to bring the brats in the prison to make things easier.

"Kill them all!"

The Blood Corpse Lord swung his twin palms. A pale blue palm shadow flashed, and the stench of rotting corpses rushed in. The foul smell was enough to make one's mind go blank.

Quan Bai swung a pair of iron pens and emitted strong energy, striking the pale blue palm shadow.

Kwa-kwang!

The energy of the pale blue palm shadow scattered in all directions.

"Be careful! It's the 'Corpse Rot Poison Palm'!"

Quan Bai's face turned pale.

It was the first time he had seen the Blood Sect's Corpse Rot Poison Palm, which he had only heard about. As he had feared, the leader was the Blood Corpse Lord, who had been infamous as one of the Blood Sect's Eight Great Demonic Legions.

If the Eight Great Demonic Legions had appeared, it had to be said that there was no chance of winning.

They were known to be masters who moved between the true realm and the Transformation realm.

"Nangong Zhao! Sect Master Yang, break through the bloody path with the Swift Wind Brigade! Abandon the prison!"

As Quan Bai shouted and rushed at the Blood Corpse Lord, his left and right secret escorts attacked from both sides.

The secret escorts assigned to the masters of the Wind and Cloud Pavilion were peak masters.

"Kehaha! You think you can stop me with just the three of you!"

The Blood Corpse Lord laughed loudly, and a pale blue energy spread out.

"Corpse poison!"

Quan Bai and the secret escorts had no choice but to retreat. The energy emitted by the Blood Corpse Lord contained corpse poison, and if they came into contact with it, they could be poisoned.

Quan Bai's twin pens were weapons that were strong in close combat. Since he could not get close and had to attack from a distance, their power was significantly reduced.

When the Blood Corpse Lord joined in, the morale of the Blood Corpse Brigade soared.

They rushed in like madmen and struck the defense line in unison.

"Keuk!"

"Keo-eok!"

The Swift Wind Brigade members, exhausted from the long fight, fell helplessly. In an instant, only five or six were left standing.

Yang Soryeong, Ajok, Senior Oh, Jang Sam, and the Seven Plums became one and fought the enemy, complementing each other.

Since they had learned martial arts together for a long time, it was helpful that they knew what the other was thinking just by looking at their movements.

But the battle situation was unfavorable.

Yang Soryeong blamed herself. She regretted that she had only thought of finding her father's body and had ended up getting her disciples killed.

"Aack!"

Zhongmei, the youngest of the Seven Plums, screamed as she closed her eyes when the saber swung by a Blood Corpse Brigade member flew as if to strike her neck.

Just then, Zhuhua, who was next to her, grabbed Zhongmei's waist. As Zhongmei was pulled back, the saber cut off Zhongmei's long hair.

In the meantime, the second, Xiaogao, stabbed the enemy's side.

"Keuk!"

Even as the Blood Corpse Brigade member fell, he threw his saber.

"Aack!"

The saber grazed Xiaogao and then, hitting Bangbang, who was with her back to him, cut her shoulder and fell.

Large and small saber wounds also appeared on the entire bodies of Ajok, Senior Oh, and Jang Sam.

Although they all fought with all their might, the enemy endlessly rushed in.

Just then.

"Everyone, look here!"

At the unexpected shout, people looked up at the prison.

Zhong Jia was standing on the roof of the prison, and next to him was a large cauldron.

"Who is that brat?"

Zhong Jia extended one finger towards the cauldron.

Pishik!

Smoke rose and then died down.

Zhong Jia looked down and then grinned awkwardly.

"It's not working."

Then, he lit a fire starter and threw it into the cauldron.

Hwararak!

The cauldron caught fire.

Zhong Jia somehow lifted the cauldron and poured the burning oil down.

"Get out of the way!"

"Fire, it's fire!"

When a ball of fire fell from the sky, everyone scattered in all directions.

If they were covered in burning oil, they would be roasted alive.

Chwa-a-ak!

The oil was poured in a semi-circle with the prison gate at the center and burned fiercely.

"Come this way."

Zhong Jia shouted to Ajok and the others.

Ajok and the Swift Wind Brigade members gathered inside the fire.

Zhong Jia then poured the oil drums he had brought in succession and then jumped down in front of the prison gate.

"Zhong Jia, thanks to you, we're alive."

When Senior Oh was about to hug him, Zhong Jia grabbed his hand.

"What's that sticking out of your stomach? Doesn't it hurt?"

"Huh?"

When Senior Oh looked at his own abdomen, his eyes widened.

Blood was gushing out from a gap in his split belly.

Something pale was sticking out, and it looked like an intestine.

"You were also hit on the back with a sword."

At Zhong Jia's words, a splitting pain rushed to his back.

Senior Oh, who had been in a daze from fighting, realized that he was injured and his mind went blank.

"Keuk! Am I, am I going to die?"

Senior Oh's face turned white, and he staggered.

(End of Chapter)