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Chapter 1600

The blood cult leader’s red eyes glowed brightly.

However, unlike the initial momentum that seemed like he would rush at any moment, his eyes became more cautious than before.

Perhaps due to the lack of the Blood Cultist’s name, the Blood Cultists also lost all of their momentum and returned to their corpse-like state.

“W-what are we doing here…?”

Thanks to this, Hyebang was able to briefly regain the space to ask them about the reason.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Baekcheon answered while keeping his eyes on the blood cult leader.

“It is natural to help each other in times of crisis. Moreover, hasn’t Shaolin already helped us once?”

At Baekcheon’s words, Jogeol and Yoonjong who were behind him whispered.

“It would have been different if the manager had been here, right?”

“Is that possible? “I would have come to help.”

“Do you really think so?”

“But you must have been very tired and tired, so you couldn’t have arrived now. “At least in about half a day…”

“Huh, I guess the work is done.”

Jo Geol: ‘The temple must have all been burned. Baekcheon heard him muttering, ‘Like an old volcano.’ He cleared his throat with an embarrassed face.

They always try to do something in front of you…

Hyebang was also embarrassed, as if he couldn’t figure out what to say or what to say, and then he opened his mouth again and said, ‘Ah.’

“Then… Did you predict that they would target Shaolin?”

“⋯⋯.”

“⋯⋯Seal?”

Instead of answering, Baekcheon glanced behind him. Not Hye-bang, but a little later. To be exact, the area around Yoonjong’s neck.

“Sahyeong, he falls.”

“Hmm. It flows more smoothly than I expected. “Is there some string somewhere?”

Yoonjong caught Baekah, who was on the verge of falling, and placed her chin on his neck again. Baekah was lying limp with his mouth wide open, sleeping like a corpse, so exhausted that he couldn’t move even though he was holding and moving his body.

Baek-ah usually never wraps his arms around anyone else’s neck other than Cheong-myeong. But looking at what he was doing now, it seemed like he wasn’t really tired even though he was tired.

Even Jogeol, who I ignore the most, doesn’t react even when I poke him, so it feels like he’s really dead…

“⋯⋯I guess I’d say that’s half the case.”

“yes?”

Hyebang asked back, not knowing what was going on, but Baekcheon just chuckled.

You don’t know how surprised Baekcheon was when Baekah came running in with tears streaming down his face while he was trying to keep the remnants of Surochae from going to where the civilians were.

“They told me to go, to Shaolin.”

A deeper question flashed across Hyebang’s face.

“That’s it.”

The situation is serious, but it is also absurd. That was exactly what Hyebang was feeling right now.

Anyway, if you sum up this strange, interrupted conversation, doesn’t it mean that he led a group of this size and ran like the wind after receiving only a letter telling him to go to Shaolin that the spirit creature brought with him?

Without even knowing the correct English language.

‘Is that even possible?’

This was something unimaginable in Shaolin, which was split in half because the court’s orders were not properly implemented.

“W-is this what the lord ordered?”

Baekcheon sighed until the ground disappeared.

“Then you won’t be angry.”

In response, Hyebang naturally remembered a person’s face.

‘Hwasan Sword Association.’

In the end, he predicted this situation.

‘How on earth?’

No one in the world knew. I could not have predicted the opening that would swallow up all the world’s information, or even Shaolin being attacked.

But how did the Hwasan Sword Association know about this? It’s not like his eyes are hanging in the sky.

“That…”

The moment Hyebang, who was in confusion, was about to add something, Baekcheon slightly raised his hand to block her.

Of course, Baekcheon fully understood Hyebang’s absurd feelings. The people of Hwasan who got used to Cheongmyeong are often ridiculous, but it will be difficult for Hye-bang, who is actually experiencing him for the first time, to understand.

but.

“I’m sure you have a lot of questions, but it’s not the right time to talk about it.”

Seeing Baekcheon’s sudden change in momentum, Hyebang also came to her senses and hardened her face. She then glared sharply at the intruder, her blood leader.

Baekcheon said.

“For more details… let’s sort these guys out.”

Hyebang also nodded.

Even while the two were having a short conversation, the blood cult leader was looking at Baekcheon and his companions without any reaction.

Finally he spoke again.

“It seems that not as many people came as I thought.”

From what he understands, Hwasan and Namgung’s power is not at this level. These are the only ones who arrived here. It’s only a small part.

“iced coffee.”

Baekcheon chuckled after hearing that.

“Because we value efficiency. “I brought only what I needed.”

In fact, it was closer to not being able to bring in all the people spread out in all directions to deal with the remnants of the ditch, but there was no need to say that to the enemy.

The blood cult leader glared at Baekcheon without saying a word.

Baekcheon’s inner self began to become slightly tense with tension.

As the blood cult leader said, in fact, the number of people Baekcheon led was not that large. Even after fighting and running here for a month, I was exhausted.

If we fight like this, it is difficult to guarantee the outcome even if we are together with Shaolin.

Even if you win… you will have to prepare for great damage.

‘My condition is a little better…’

Baekcheon suppressed his natural tendency to weaken. As he was trying to compose his thoughts, the leader of the blood cult muttered softly.

“There is a volcano in Shaolin… and Namgung.”

Red blood glows overflowing.

“If you sweep away sin like this… “Maybe the school alone will be able to raise its record higher than Hubuk.”

The corner of his mouth covered in bandages twitched. Baekcheon tightened his grip on the sword.

But at that moment.

“But this is different.”

The blood cult leader turned around. Without leaving a single regret.

“I’m going back.”

As soon as the low, screeching words were spoken, all the blood cultists in Shaolin immediately turned around.

“⋯⋯huh?”

It was Baekcheon who was taken aback by the absurd sight.

“What…”

“Are you going to stop it?”

The head of the blood cult just looked at Baekcheon and asked.

“⋯⋯.”

Baekcheon’s answer was, of course, ‘no’. It’s better not to fight them now. As time goes by, more and more factions will join, giving the enemy a much greater advantage.

“⋯⋯It’s neat.”

The blood cult leader let out a bitter sneer.

“If conditions change, it is basic to renew the contract. I guess we can just pretend we ran away. “I’m used to the stigma.”

The head of the blood cult was just about to turn around.

Baekcheon called him in a cold voice.

“but.”

“⋯⋯Hmm?”

“If you are going to step down, it would be better to do so gracefully. “If you lay hands on the civilians, I will chase you to the end of hell and cut off your head.”

The blood cult leader stared at Baekcheon with emotionless eyes that showed no emotion. A deep silence fell between the two.

“Keep that in mind.”

The blood cult leader spoke clearly and turned around.

“Did you say 100,000? See you next time, young swordsman of Hwasan. “If you are still alive by then.”

The blood cult leader passed through the north gate of Shaolin, and the blood cultists followed behind him like living corpses.

Cold sweat belatedly trickled down Baekcheon’s forehead.

‘Blood relationship…’

Although he is young, Baekcheon’s experience can never be said to be small.

However, those so-called Blood Cultists, especially the Blood Cult Leader, felt completely different from the Sapa he had dealt with so far.

‘It’s also different from the Demonic Cult…. ‘I don’t know what to say about this feeling.’

If the Demonic Cult made those who saw it sick with blind fanaticism, they felt cold and creepy in a different way.

“Are you just going to let me go like this, Sasuk?”

“okay.”

Baekcheon nodded heavily and added one word.

“now.”

“You came all the way here?”

Jo Geol tilts her head with a slightly strange expression. Then, instead of Baekcheon, Yoonjong made a sharp comment.

“We are the guardians, girl. “It would be nice if I could protect it without fighting.”

“Of course I know that, but…”

Jo Geol stared at Hyeol-gyo leaving Shaolin with a scared look on his face.

“⋯⋯It’s because I don’t want to face it in a different situation. “I think it will be even worse then.”

This time, Yoonjong didn’t let go either. Because I agree with that.

Just meeting for a moment like this made me feel an unpleasant feeling that is difficult to describe. It’s probably not just because of their appearance, but because of the energy they give off.

‘It’s a xie jiao…’

Yunjong’s heart sank heavily.

Jeez. Jeez.

The Lord of Blood, who was slowly descending Mt. Song, turned his head and looked up at Shaolin.

“⋯⋯Master. “The head of the SPA Federation will not let this matter pass by.”

“I guess so…”

Jang Il-so is a man whose true feelings are unknown, but it is not difficult to guess what he wants. For him, it would be best for Hyeolgyo and Shaolin to fight each other here.

“But that’s it. “He can’t be against us now.”

“Do you believe him?”

The blood cult leader’s eyes became even colder.

“The word ‘faith’ does not go well with a Jungwon person who has no faith.”

With those words, I started heading down the mountain again.

It was a waste of time to get from Zhangjiajie to here… but anyway, there was nothing particularly bad about them or Sapaeryan.

Because, in the first place, they…

❀ ❀ ❀

“No?”

Cheongmyeong bit his lip at the absurd question.

“What do you mean, Cheongmyeong? “Are you saying it’s not Shaolin they’re after?”

Cheongmyeong’s eyes turn to the devastated battlefield.

Yu Iseol’s words are accurate. The damage from enemies is greater than expected.

bait? Defeat?

Just from the lying bodies, one could guess the plan that Jang Il-so used here, but that alone does not explain everything.

Even so, Jang Il-so, would it have been necessary for the warriors of Man-in-bang and the Black Demon Treasure to easily give up their titles in order to complete their strategy?

That means.

“It wasn’t the full power of all the people gathered here in the first place.”

“⋯⋯What?”

There is nothing difficult.

They had been camped in Zhangjiajie for a long time, out of sight of the public. okay. Longer than necessary.

Of course, taking out a large number of troops at once is noticeable. However, it is not that difficult to take your time and steal it little by little.

Especially considering the unmanned mobility.

“Why on earth are you taking such a risk?”

“⋯⋯That’s not it. Long sentence… “Taesang Jangmunin.”

“Hmm?”

“What’s important is not why they took out the troops, but where the people who took them out went.”

Tang Gunak clenched his fists as if he immediately understood the meaning of Cheongmyeong’s words.

‘In any case, the number of troops that could be taken back would not have exceeded this 50%.’

Then, mainly elites would have been selected. A small elite group that stole the money. What on earth can they do?

Let’s think about it.

What if Jang Il-so had predicted everything that would happen here from beginning to end? If there was enough power to achieve that plan, where would they have been sent?

“Woe…”

bang!

Cheongmyeong kicked the ground.

“Che, Cheongmyeong! Cheongmyeong!”

Hyeonjong called desperately, but he started running north without saying a word.

‘no!’

Cheongmyeong’s lips are crushed until they bleed.

From behind, already far away, a voice was heard shouting that Tanggunak should go to Hwaeum.

‘please!’

Cheongmyeong’s body became a ray of light and advanced through the world.

To the land he left, to volcanoes.

The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect

The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect

The 13th disciple of the Great Mount Hua Sect. One of the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsmen. The Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung.
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The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect The 13th disciple of the Great Mount Hua Sect. One of the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsmen. The Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung. After slicing the head of the peerless Heavenly Demon, who threw the world into chaos, he slept an eternal sleep on the peak of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. Jumping over a hundred years, he comes back in the body of a child. But… what? Mount Hua declined? What the hell are you talking about!? It’s only natural to want to live if you’re going broke. “Decline? Even though I’m here? Who would dare!” Plum blossoms eventually fall. But when the cold winter passes and spring comes, plum blossoms shall bloom again. “But I’m gonna die first before Mount Hua gets revived! If you’re gonna go bust, might as well do it right, you bastards!” The beginning of the Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung’s solitary struggle to save the thoroughly declining Mount Hua Sect

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