Sword God Reborn

Chapter 46 : Cheon Mubaeck, Roaring.

Thanks to Cheon Mubaeck's tremendous martial prowess and the desperate struggle of the Arhat monks, including Seon-gak, the fight was fortunately coming to an end.

It wasn't that there were no casualties, but from the perspective of the Arhat monks who had been prepared for annihilation just a moment ago, it was a tremendous achievement.

The Arhat monks knew well that this achievement was not solely due to themselves.

Seon-gak looked at Cheon Mubaeck with eyes full of awe.

Although the radiance surrounding him had disappeared as the battle ended, the sight of Cheon Mubaeck, who had sorted out the situation in an instant, was no different from a divine general.

'He's just like the Heavenly Dragon Eight Divisions. No, since he's a hero who uses a sword with the majesty of the Eight Divine Generals, should I call him the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero?'

Among the Eight Divine Generals, the Heaven and the Dragon were considered the best, so they were also called the Heavenly Dragon Eight Divisions, and Cheon Mubaeck's appearance was just like that.

Because he was like a divine general who had descended from the sky, and among them, he was like the best, the Heavenly Dragon.

Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero.

Of course, it was an excessive title to attach to someone who was not even twenty years old, but Seon-gak thought that there was nothing that suited Cheon Mubaeck as much as that title.

'There was a dragon in the Azure Star Escort Agency.'

And to think that they had suspected such a Azure Star Escort Agency and had locked up the family.

A chill ran down Seon-gak's back.

Shaolin had almost made a big mistake.

Looking at today's surprise attack, it was as good as proven that the Azure Star Escort Agency was innocent.

Since this attack had occurred as soon as they had declared that they would track the Blood Demon Sect, Seon-gak had presumed that they were the Blood Demon Sect.

Of course, it was not a completely correct presumption, but it was roughly correct.

Seon-gak approached Cheon Mubaeck.

"Young Master Cheon, I am deeply grateful for your help."

"No. It's nothing."

But Cheon Mubaeck still did not sheathe his sword. At that sight, while Seon-gak was momentarily puzzled. Cheon Mubaeck turned his head.

"It seems some formidable guys have appeared."

The place where Cheon Mubaeck's gaze was directed was the pavilion where the small banquet was said to have been held today.

In fact, Cheon Mubaeck was not worried about that side.

The Great Master Hyeryang, Master Muryang, and the Guardian Sword Cheonghyeonjin from Mount Hua were also outstanding masters. Moreover, wasn't Jang-no also with them?

So Cheon Mubaeck had first set out to rescue the most critical places.

But...

"I hope I'm not too late."

Cheon Mubaeck's brow narrowed.

He felt the most intense clash of qi waves he had ever felt.

Cheon Mubaeck, leaving Seon-gak's greeting behind, kicked off the ground.

* * *

Cheonghyeonjin was completely exhausted from pouring out his internal energy once.

He had opened a path by pouring out his internal energy in one go, but that path was completely blocked by the three who had appeared.

The ones who were facing the two men in red cloaks were Master Muso and the Great Master Hyeryang.

Kwang!

The faces of the two, who had exchanged a round of offense and defense, hardened.

"Eum!"

Because they had felt that the opponent's internal energy was not to be trifled with.

The internal energy of the two young men was not to be trifled with, but what about the old man who was watching with his arms crossed over there?

'They're terrifying guys! Young Master Cheon's warning was not wrong!'

In fact, even though the existence of the Blood Demon Sect had been revealed, he had been half-convinced.

To think that there was a mastermind who was handling such a cult like his own subordinates, wasn't it a story that was hard to believe?

But the Great Master Hyeryang blamed himself for not having listened more to those words.

Putting aside the masked men whose numbers were constantly being replenished, this man in the red cloak and the old man were by no means to be trifled with, even for them.

And his body condition was not normal now, with his internal energy being depleted strangely faster than usual. If he were in a normal state, he was an opponent he could surely defeat. But with his current body condition, it was not easy.

A shadow was cast on their faces.

On the other hand, the white-haired old man had a triumphant expression.

"If the Five Stars find out later that we have annihilated Shaolin without a plan, they will say a word, but they will regret not having done it earlier because they were scared."

The old man sneered.

The annihilation of Shaolin.

"It was something that had to be done someday, but it's not bad to do it a little early."

Among their plans, the annihilation of the orthodox sects, including Shaolin, was inevitable someday.

But the current time, which was not yet ripe, was not a subject of discussion.

But even so, the old man was satisfied.

Because Shaolin was ridiculously weak compared to the Shaolin of the righteous-demonic war.

"Tsk tsk. To think that they were afraid of the Shaolin of the past."

The Great Master Hyeryang bit his lip as he saw the old man who was sneering leisurely.

Cheonghyeonjin, who was lying on the floor, could not move because of the severe depletion of his internal energy.

'If I fight with all my might, I might be able to tie up these two and do something about that old man. Then...'

Suddenly, his and Master Muso's gazes met in the empty air.

As if he had read the Great Master Hyeryang's thoughts, Master Muso slowly nodded his head.

The Great Master Hyeryang immediately sent a telepathic message to Jang-no.

[Chief Jang! The head of the Arhat Hall and I will block this place, so take Cheonghyeonjin and the Chief of the escort agency and get out of here!]

"...!"

Jang-no's face, who had been cutting down the masked men one by one, hardened.

[If possible, please go to Mount Hua with Cheonghyeonjin. Go and tell them about the tragedy that happened today. And on your way out, save Young Master Cheon and go with him. If it's Young Master Cheon, he will be able to testify enough about today's incident and those guys from the Blood Ghost Valley.]

Jang-no, after a moment of thought, nodded his head.

He was also outnumbered.

It was difficult enough to deal with the masked men who were constantly rushing at him, but the men in red cloaks that the Great Master Hyeryang and Master Muso were facing were not opponents he could handle.

Moreover, the old man who was smiling leisurely behind them was clearly a master he could not even dare to look at.

"Chief. We will get out of here. Please prepare."

"...I understand."

But it was not easy to create a gap.

In the end, it was Master Muso who created the gap.

"Now! Chief Jang!"

Master Muso pushed the man in the red cloak with all his might and sent the three masked men who were rushing at Jang-no flying with his palm energy in one go.

Jang-no, with Cheon Mungyeong hanging on one of his shoulders, lifted the sprawling Cheonghyeonjin with all his might.

"Keuk!"

In the meantime, Master Muso vomited blood and rolled on the floor once.

The fist of the man in the red cloak had struck his abdomen as it was.

"Junior brother!"

Hyeryang's eyes shook greatly.

"I'm still okay! Senior brother!"

But Master Muso's face turned blue, as if he had suffered a serious internal injury.

Thanks to Master Muso's sacrifice, Jang-no was able to see a gap to escape the pavilion, saving even Cheonghyeonjin.

But it was then.

"Where do you think you're going! Chief Cheon!"

"...!"

Baek Gong-yang, who had not been seen since the start of the fight, appeared, blocking the door.

"Master of the Pine Truth Sect!"

The Great Master Hyeryang let out a long sigh.

Because the direction Baek Gong-yang's sword was aimed was not at the masked men, but at Jang-no, Cheon Mungyeong, and Cheonghyeonjin.

'Young Master Cheon, all his words were true!'

Although he had been suspicious of Baek Gong-yang, it was a secular branch that had not cut ties with Shaolin even after it had entered seclusion.

How much help had he received from the Pine Truth Sect when he had faced financial difficulties?

Therefore, although the Great Master Hyeryang had been suspicious, he had not been able to make a decision.

That indecisiveness had finally returned as a fatal dagger at a critical moment.

"Master of the Pine Truth Sect, how could you!"

"Isn't it the law that if there's something going, there should be something coming?"

"What do you mean?"

"I have supported Shaolin by uprooting my sect. Because my grandfather and my father told me to do so. Because it is a secular branch of Shaolin. But I'm telling you. While we were supporting Shaolin, what did Shaolin do for the Pine Truth Sect?"

"...!"

"Nothing. Nothing at all. The Pine Truth Sect supported Shaolin even to the point of starvation, but nothing came. In contrast, they were different. They gave me a tremendous power in return for a trivial request to divert a single Buddhist scripture that Shaolin had asked them to send."

The moment he said that, Baek Gong-yang's two eyes turned red as if they were bloodshot.

At the same time, a terrible blood scent that was unbelievable for a secular branch of Shaolin flowed out.

The Great Master Hyeryang swallowed his saliva. That atmosphere and blood scent. It was similar to the energy of the man in the red cloak he was facing now. No, it was almost identical.

'Namu Amitabha...'

Although he wanted to pour out his palm energy at Baek Gong-yang right away, he was too busy dealing with the man in the red cloak.

Baek Gong-yang sneered at such a Hyeryang.

"And no one should survive here today. So, no one can leave. Chief of the escort agency, you too."

Jjaejaejaeng!

Baek Gong-yang fiercely thrust his sword.

Jang-no hurriedly deflected it with the flat of his sword.

"Keuk!"

At the same time, his insides churned.

The corners of Jang-no's eyes trembled.

But before he could think of anything, Baek Gong-yang's attack rushed in.

The difference in internal energy was desperate. Every time Jang-no exchanged a blow, he felt as if a chunk of his internal energy was being torn away.

Paak!

When he deflected the sword, Baek Gong-yang pushed Jang-no's chest with his foot.

Jang-no, who had lost his balance, fell back, and Baek Gong-yang aimed his sword at Cheon Mungyeong, who was behind him.

"You should have just been moderate. Chief."

"..."

"You would have been misunderstood for a while, and would have been quietly detained, and then you would have been released later because there was no evidence. If it had been that indecisive abbot of Shaolin, he would not have punished you."

Baek Gong-yang sneered.

"In fact, if that youngest son of yours hadn't come and poked around, things wouldn't have turned out like this."

"You seem to know well how much of a dog-like thing you are doing. That's why your tongue is so long."

When Cheon Mungyeong spat out a sharp remark, Baek Gong-yang flinched for a moment and then burst into laughter.

"Well. Think what you want. In any case, you and that youngest son you dote on will die here with Shaolin. But isn't it a relief?"

Puk!

"Keuk!"

Baek Gong-yang stabbed his sword into Cheon Mungyeong's shoulder.

It was a blood point where the pain points were gathered, so the pain was doubled.

When he stabbed deeply into that place with his sword, Cheon Mungyeong trembled with a pale face.

His eyes rolled back in extreme pain, and foam came out of his mouth.

At that sight, Jang-no, who had belatedly pulled himself together, gritted his teeth.

"If you burn with Shaolin here, where else would there be such a good end? To be cremated with the high monks of Shaolin."

"Ughhh!"

Jang-no was in agony for a short moment.

In his current state, he could never defeat Baek Gong-yang. Baek Gong-yang, who was exuding that sinister red energy, was much stronger than before. At least he was at a slightly lower level than the man in the red cloak over there.

So the current Jang-no could not dare to face him.

But it would be different if he released his hidden power.

However, if that happened, he would not be able to live as an escort warrior of the Azure Star Escort Agency.

If he used a demonic art in the middle of Shaolin...

But Jang-no had made up his mind.

What was there to be afraid of, such a thing as honor?

But Jang-no could not step forward.

"...!"

The gaze of Cheon Mungyeong, who was in pain, was transmitted to him.

Jang-no instantly realized what that meant.

'When you think you can't hold out any longer, please take care of my youngest son.'

It was what Cheon Mungyeong had said when the fight had begun.

So what Cheon Mungyeong's gaze was trying to convey now was that.

While Baek Gong-yang's attention was focused on him, to get out of here and save Cheon Mubaeck.

"Hehe. What kind of cunning are you trying to pull in the midst of this? Chief of the escort agency."

Baek Gong-yang pulled out the sword he had stabbed.

And he turned the direction of the sword.

Not a thrust, but a cut.

The moment Baek Gong-yang's arm was swung.

In the eyes of Cheon Mungyeong, who was already dazed with pain, it seemed as if Baek Gong-yang's body was greatly staggering and a red mist was covering him.

Was it his own blood? Or was it an illusion?

Looking at the blade that was digging into his neck, Cheon Mungyeong finally let out a groan and closed his eyes.

"Baek Gong-yang! You son of a bitch!"

But at the lion's roar that was heard faintly from the end, Cheon Mungyeong forced his closing eyes open.

He had come.

Cheon Mubaeck.

(End of Chapter)