Chapter 293

[Episode 95: The Majesty of the Blood Demon (2)]

All the noble Blood Cultists, including Haeakcheon, looked with tense eyes at the front covered in red ghosts and dust fragments.

Inside, the martial arts leader Jeongcheon and the cult leader, Blood Demon, were competing.

‘You boy.'

Unlike other nobles, as a teacher, Haeak-cheon watched the growth of Jin Woon-hwi, the blood demon of his time, more closely than anyone else.

It is no exaggeration to say that Jin Woon-hwi, whom he watched, was truly extraordinary.

I have never seen anyone grow so quickly.

However, the opponent is the greatest thief of his time and a monster beyond the realm of superhumans.

I thought that the blood demon's inaction would not be easily defeated by Mu-sang-do Jeong-cheon, one of the best fighters of the time, due to the tremendous herbivory just now, but there was no way to know what would happen if they competed properly.

It was a moment when everyone was concentrating on the sound as their vision was blocked.

-Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa! Grrrrrr!

“That cliff!”

“It’s splitting!”

“Everyone get back!”

The blood cultists hastily retreated from the cliff that suddenly cracked and collapsed.

This was the same for the political factions of the Murim League.

The sectarians who had their backs to the cliff suddenly collapsed and, without even having time to think, launched their new weapons towards the place where the blood cultists were.

“Prevent the political factions from coming up!”

Dojangho, a bloodletting man, shouted to the prisoners.

I couldn't miss this golden opportunity.

“insect!”

“Let’s wipe out the political faction bastards!”

“Waaaaaa!!!”

The members of the Blood Cult, whose morale was soaring, hurled a new weapon at the members of the True Cult who were climbing over the collapsing cliff to survive.

Not to be outdone, the members of the political faction also stood against the oncoming blood cultists.

“Damn you bloody bastards!”

“Wipe out all of the Sima Wei Daoists!”

-visor! visor!

In an instant, the top of the mountain range became a battlefield.

As swords were running rampant and signs of intensification appeared, Seogalma, the master of the Nanmadong Dynasty, hurriedly struck Baek Hye-hyang with a new sword.

She stood with difficulty, using the sheath of her sword as a cane.

“Vice pontoon master!”

The hand holding the sword sheath was trembling.

Baek Hye-hyang's pale face looked like she was about to collapse at any moment, and her gaze was directed only towards the corner of the collapsing cliff.

“This place is dangerous. “Nobu will take care of you.”

With those words, Izon Seogalma hurriedly tried to hug her.

Then Baek Hye-hyang held out a trembling hand and refused.

“Vice pontoon master!”

“Ha...ha.....no. “I’m watching from here.”

‘Such stubbornness...’

Seogalma was extremely embarrassed.

I knew Baek Hye-hyang's personality very well, but who would have known that she would insist on staying until the end even after being seriously injured to the point where her life was in danger.

“One...”

“...He said he would stay.”

‘.......iced coffee!'

Seogalma’s complexion darkened.

It was because I saw Baek Hye-hyang’s back.

Before I knew it, the entire hem of my clothes was soaked with red blood, just like it had been from the beginning.

It is no longer a condition that can be prevented by controlling the blood using Jinhyeolgeumche's luck technique.

Seogalma's fist, which stretched out its hand as if to infuse it with energy, gained strength.

It's already late.

The situation was already critical due to bleeding that had continued for over a month.

In the meantime, Mu-sang-do Jeong-cheon's internal organs penetrated into his body and he could do nothing more.

Even if God's will came, it seemed like he couldn't be saved.

- Wow!

Gritting his teeth, Seogalma pulled out his long sword, a German weapon.

“If you do this, Nobu will protect you.”

I had no choice but to listen to what she wanted.

His voice gradually stopped reaching Baek Hye-hyang's ears.

My eyes were open, but it seemed like fog was gradually forming and the surroundings were getting dark.

Baek Hye-hyang bit her lip tightly.

‘You have to see it.'

I had to check before I closed my eyes.

She felt it herself.

If you close your eyes now, you may never be able to open them again.

Before that, I want to check one last time.

The moment when the history of blood religion, stained with defeat, is overturned.

Then someone shouted.

“Look over there!”

At the sound of shouting, everyone's eyes instantly turned to that place.

A black figure flew out of the dust fragments of the collapsing cliff and landed lightly on the cliff.

‘!!!'

Baek Hye-hyang's red pupils trembled when she saw this.

The summit of the mountain range, which had been clashing violently just moments ago, was tinged with silence.

Sighs flowed from the mouths of the political faction members of the Murim League branch.

“Nonsense!”

“......How could this happen...”

“Lord of the Hawk!”

They couldn't believe what was happening before their eyes.

Blood was dripping.

A supply and demand held in the hands of the blood demon, the leader of the blood religion.

It was none other than the head of Musangdo Jeongcheon, the leader of the Murim League.

At that moment, a thunderous roar erupted from the top of the mountain range, telling them to leave.

“Waaaaaaaa!!!”

“The Blood Demon cut off the head of the Murim leader!”

“Musangdo Jeongcheon has been defeated!”

One who has reached the peak as a Tao.

An absolute expert who can be counted among the top five among super people.

The defeat of Mu Sangdo Jeong Cheon, the leader of the current martial arts faction with numerous titles and supporting the martial arts league, was enough to shock and shock everyone.

This fight was a very important decisive battle for both sides.

The loss of the leader in the battle that would determine the future direction meant that the worst had happened.

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Haeakcheon was so happy that he smiled, showing his yellow teeth.

It is a blood religion that has been proud of itself for over twenty years.

The blood demon sword clicked its tongue.

For even this guy to react like this, the power of the Cowardly Killing Sword must have been this much.

The Master continued his heartbeat and cried, but Baek Hye-hyang did not even move, as if she had already died.

‘.........'

Is that why you said it was the last time?

How could a dying woman smile like that?

It was the face of a person who had accepted everything.

-Click!

Master's expression hardened.

It seems they have already decided that no matter what they do, they can't save her.

It was right then.

-........human. Put me on her body.

‘what?'

-Do you think you can save that woman by controlling the bleeding?

‘Can I trust you?'

-Do you think this body will let this bastard’s blood-descendants die?

I told Master what he said.

“Master, please get out of the way.”

“Cult leader?”

“hurry!”

Master Haeak-cheon, who was upset by my stubborn voice, stepped aside.

So, I laid Baek Hye-hyang down and placed the blood demon sword on her.

Everyone couldn't understand my actions.

“Why on earth, leader....”

“Just watch quietly.”

The teacher tried to stop me from smelling the island.

At that time, the veins on Baek Hye-hyang's pale face bulged.

The magic power of the Blood Demon Sword, which causes the blood vessels to run wild and freely adjusts them, was unleashed.

Normally, blood vessels that were so overflowing like this would burst, but

“Ah!”

“I can’t believe it...”

The protruding veins subsided, and Baek Hye-hyang’s bloodless face gradually began to turn fleshy.

It's as if blood is returning to the body.

-Forcibly moving the heart and squeezing out blood. This alone is not enough. Most of the energy has already been used up, and there is still vital energy left in the wound area, so there is no hope.

‘Vigor and energy.'

I looked down at Baek Hye-hyang.

The human body contains vitality, which can be said to be the center of life.

The moment when all this energy is exhausted can be said to be death.

I took out a wooden box from my pocket that holds everything in my arms.

When I opened the wooden box, a fairly large pill box was revealed.

Seeing this, Seogalma looked puzzled and asked.

“Is it the cult leader?”

“This is Shaolin’s Grand Hwandan.”

Everyone, not just Seogalma, was surprised at those words.

I guess I just expected it to be a medicine for internal injuries, but who would have imagined that it would be Daehwandan, which is called the treasure of Shaolin Temple.

Master Haeakcheon asked with wide eyes.

“A big welcome party? How on earth do you do that?”

“I received it after breaking the Shaolin Temple’s Hundred and Eight Arhats.”

“What?”

Master was astonished by my words.

So did others.

“You’re destroying the Hundred and Eight Na Han Jin?”

“No way, the cult leader’s Wolak sword.....”

“I’ll tell you later.”

I put the Shaolin Daehwandan into my mouth.

Because Baek Hye-hyang fainted, she could not take the Daehwandan directly, so they chewed it finely with her mouth and passed it on.

[Our company's Daehwandan is not only an elixir that improves one's power, but it also has magical energy that can be said to bring back the dead. I hope that this Daehwandan will be used meaningfully.]

I must hope that the words of Master Jingak, the head of the Shaolin Temple, are correct.

After chewing the Daehwandan finely, I held her neck and kissed her.

Then, I pushed the chopped Daehwandan onto my tongue.

Looking at her cold lips, I could feel that death had sneaked in.

‘I'm saving you.' must.'

He put his finger to her lips.

Then, I slowly let the Daehwandan, which was broken down into small pieces into empty water, go down my throat.

Let it go down the esophagus

- human. Leave it to me. I will spread medicinal energy.

The blood demon sword came out.

This guy would be able to do it.

If I could energize myself with the great hwandan, what I had to do was decided.

-Squeak!

I sat her down and tore off the clothes on her back.

There was a sharp scar on his back, and the area was stained black.

The Blood Demon Sword perfectly controlled the flow of blood, so there was no bleeding, but just looking at it was enough to make you frown.

“Whoa.”

I placed my hands behind my back and chanted the Seonwon fortune-telling technique.

Seoncheonjingi, formed through the fortune telling techniques of Taoists, can be said to be the purest energy and thus can respond to psychic energy.

-Gooooooo!

“This is...”

Everyone was amazed at the pure energy coming from me.

Either way, I focused on protecting her heart veins and driving out the energy that had seeped in from the wound area due to the sword.

‘Get out of her body.'

Soon, something surprising happened.

-Srrrrr!

A black haze rose from Baek Hye-hyang’s wounds.

Then, the discolored skin gradually returned to its original color.

Plus,

“Cough!”

Baek Hye-hyang, who was still as if dead, spit out black blood.

“Vice pontoon master!”

Everyone was amazed at this sight.

She, who had died and thought there was no hope for her, began to breathe slowly.

The bloodletting Dojangho stuck out his tongue and muttered.

“Ha!...How much of a surprise are you planning on giving me?”

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