Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 138

The Three Kings’ Disciple (139)

138

Red-clad warriors emerged from the Wudang gate.

“……!”

Everyone was bewildered by their appearance.

“They disappeared, and…”

Baek Cheong was the most surprised.

“They’re coming out from there?”

It wasn’t just because of Lee Ro-woon’s appearance.

“What’s going on…?”

Baek Cheong had only known Lee Ro-woon as the Heavenly Demon [a powerful, often malevolent, figure in martial arts lore].

But the warriors emerging from the gate now felt different from the remnants of the Heavenly Demon Cult. They felt completely different from what she had imagined, and more dangerous.

“You will soon find out.”

Ha Se-min said with a smile.

“The true nature of Lee Ro-woon… at least a little bit.”

He couldn’t hide his racing heart either. Rather, it was even more so because he knew everything.

‘Has the Blood Cult ever revealed itself to the world before?’

A failing sect.

The Blood Cult was perhaps in a more miserable state than the Heavenly Demon Cult, which was absorbed into the Assembly to maintain its existence.

The Blood Cult might have already disappeared if it hadn’t been for the Black Market’s support and the Black Market’s cover from the Assembly’s eyes.

‘Now….’

Black Market King, Ha Se-min, thought, suppressing his trembling heart.

‘They are revealing themselves.’

Endless red-clad warriors poured out of the gate. They had a relaxed attitude and expression, but their spirit was as sharp as a well-honed blade.

“I’ve been waiting for this day.”

And there was also the Blood Cult’s priestess, Kang Eun-ha.

“Finally, I can stand on the battlefield with the Blood Demon properly.”

It wasn’t just Kang Eun-ha. Everyone felt the same way.

They were curious why a gate had opened in Wudang’s territory and how the Wudang world and the Blood Demon Castle were connected, but it didn’t matter.

“I wonder how strong you all have become.”

Lee Ro-woon said.

“Feel it for yourselves today.”

Lee Ro-woon spoke with a languid face and voice.

By now, over a thousand warriors stood behind him.

“Blood Sword Unit, total one hundred.”

“Azure Blood Unit, total six hundred.”

“Blood Wolf Unit, total two hundred.”

“Black Sword Unit….”

The reports continued.

The last one was Kang Han-cheol.

“I have arrived on the battlefield at the Blood Demon’s call.”

A small but strong voice.

The Wudang warriors who were watching were unconsciously flinching at the energy emanating from the Blood Cult members.

But the most serious was.

“Th, that can’t be….”

It was Jang Bo.

“That can’t be….”

He could feel it because he had the demonic energy within him. Who they were at this moment.

But such things were worth less than a penny to Jang Bo. He could only see one man standing like a pinpoint in front of him.

“How…!”

Only Lee Ro-woon was in his sight.

“No way!”

He shouted and stretched out both hands. Lightning and snowstorms fell from the sky.

Flicker!

The Yellow Turbans [a group of rebels known for their yellow headbands] began to soar and fly.

Kieeeek!

The corpses that had died and the warriors who had fallen were eaten by the Yellow Turbans and rose again.

Even ordinary humans, if consumed by the Yellow Turbans, could become monsters capable of easily fighting even the most powerful martial artists.

Kuhhhhh!

When their numbers exceeded the number of red-clad warriors and Wudang warriors.

“No way!”

Jang Bo shouted once more and stretched out his hand.

Kooong!

The Yellow Turban monsters advanced.

The Blood Cult members didn’t even flinch at the sight.

Swoosh.

As Jung Chi-soo pushed in a chair from who knows where.

Taak.

Lee Ro-woon sat comfortably, crossed his arms, and said, crossing his legs.

“Rampage as much as you want.”

Everything changed. The flow of air, the gazes.

Flash.

The warriors with red eyes.

“Let’s go.”

They finally stood on the battlefield. It was the moment when the Blood Cult descended upon the world once more.

***

Kieeeek!

The Yellow Turban monsters howled. They were monsters that had driven countless Wudang warriors to their deaths and devoured tens of thousands of lives.

Puhook! Chwaaaaa-!

Such monsters were being slaughtered as if they were nothing.

“They’re tenacious.”

The red-clad warriors who were fighting them moved like machines, cutting down the Yellow Turban monsters. It was a scene that could not be described as anything less than overwhelming.

Puhook! Seogeok!

When the crimson sword energy was swung, the Yellow Turban monsters disappeared without leaving even a trace.

Chwaaa!

The blood and demonic energy that flowed out from them….

“Good.”

It was absorbed by the Blood Demon Absorption Technique and became nourishment for the Blood Cult members.

“The Blood Demon is watching.”

Kang Han-cheol, who already had a large build, stretched out his fist like a mace, smashing several monsters at once.

“The cult members must prove their efforts to our god.”

The Blood Cult members had been training countless times in the Blood Demon Castle.

Before Lee Ro-woon appeared, they had been training without stopping, even while wondering if they would ever be able to set foot on the earth outside the world.

Then Lee Ro-woon appeared to them. They gained greater power and the motivation to accelerate their training. While anticipating such a day.

“Today is that day.”

They had been waiting for the day they would stand on the battlefield, endlessly swinging their swords.

“Show them.”

There would be no moment more thrilling for the Blood Cult members than now. Moreover, they were not even releasing their restraints.

“Kuh!”

The Wudang warriors. They had grown up hearing how great Wudang was, and yet the Blood Cult members were overwhelming the monsters that were pushing back Wudang.

Synergy. Special circumstances. Even considering all of that.

Ulk.

The Blood Cult members were no longer weak.

“That can’t be….”

Even amidst all of this, Jang Bo was muttering in disbelief.

“How….”

His gaze was only on one person, Lee Ro-woon, who was sitting with his legs crossed, watching the scene of carnage without any emotion.

The reason he was so surprised was.

“Now… do you understand….”

Cheon Jong’s faint voice echoed.

“The path to the ultimate… is not one….”

The power that Jang Bo thought was the ultimate. It was the Heavenly General who appeared before Wudang one day.

That being, with the power of the demonic horse and the Heavenly Demon, was a monster in the truest sense of the word, and pure demonic energy without even a trace of reason.

Enamored by that power, Mucheon betrayed Wudang and created the Yellow Turbans.

He restored the Heavenly Demon that Cheon Jong and countless Wudang warriors had driven out at the cost of everything, and made him into the Heavenly General.

Everything was done by Jang Bo.

“Also….”

Cheon Jong said.

“What you desired… is not the ultimate….”

“That can’t be…!”

Jang Bo shouted, looking at Cheon Jong. But feeling an inexplicable sense of unease, he turned his head.

“You’re being so noisy.”

The man who was far away.

“Huuup!”

Lee Ro-woon was standing in front of him.

Jang Bo hurriedly stretched out his hand and created an ice sword. The demonic energy imbued in it, along with the elegant swordsmanship, flowed from Jang Bo’s hand to the sword.

Although he had not yet reached the level of unity with the sword, it was a swordsmanship that was close to that level.

Taat.

But Lee Ro-woon grabbed it too easily.

“What do you think you can do with a Wudang sword that has strayed from the path?”

Ssaaaa.

Lee Ro-woon’s hand that grabbed the ice sword froze.

“Let me ask you one thing. Where is the guy who created the Yellow Turbans?”

Even so, Jang Bo created another ice sword in his other hand at the too-relaxed voice.

“Eeeeeeek!”

A sword that was stretched out with anger and shock, and countless emotions.

“It seems he’s not here anymore.”

Lee Ro-woon’s voice.

Kagagang!

It was a death sentence. The ice sword shattered, and the sword that stretched out through the gap strangled Jang Bo’s neck.

“Then there’s no need to keep you alive any longer.”

Kwaaaak!

Jang Bo, who had even defeated the Wudang Sect Leader, was crushed without being able to do anything. This was incomprehensible. An incomprehensible power.

“Hea…ven…ly… Ge…neral….”

It was the same as the power he had. A power that turned all demonic energy into nothing. A power where the ultimate demonic energy swallowed the small demonic energy.

So he realized.

‘I….’

I can’t defeat this man.

Jang Bo closed his eyes tightly. Faced with death, there was only one choice he could make.

“You bastard, Mucheon!”

Cheon Jong’s voice echoed.

“You’re straying from the path until the very end!”

The choice Jang Bo made was.

Pasusut!

It was to return all of his body and the power within it to its original form.

He was a disciple of Wudang, but now the majority of his power was not Wudang’s internal energy. It was what he had taken while healing the injured Heavenly Demon.

‘That guy….’

The person who created the Yellow Turbans gave Mucheon the power he had taken from the Heavenly Demon.

Mucheon, Jang Bo, was returning that power to its original form.

“You bastard… Mucheon…!”

He was returning everything that Mucheon had.

Pasusut!

Jang Bo, who had turned into dust and scattered, adorned the sky. Slowly disappearing, he could not erase his shock until the end.

Sreureuk.

He began to seep into the yellow egg as it was.

Born in Wudang, he became a disciple of Wudang, and received the attention of the Wudang Sect Leader Cheon Jong, becoming his disciple.

Also, he obtained the Heavenly Demon, created the Yellow Turbans, and plunged Guangzhou into chaos and darkness.

“Peace… and prosperity… will come….”

He met such a futile end.

Ttuk.

The Yellow Turban monsters that were moving stopped. A silence that had settled down.

“We….”

A small voice gradually grew louder.

“We must stop it!”

It was directed at Lee Ro-woon.

“We must not let that thing awaken!”

Cheon Jong was squeezing out his last bit of strength to shout.

* * *

The yellow egg. The bizarre thing created by the sealed Heavenly Demon, the Tai Chi of the Great Heavenly Demonic Sealing Formation [a powerful formation used to seal demonic entities], and the Yellow Turbans.

Jeojeojeok!

It was cracking.

“We must stop it!”

At Cheon Jong’s voice filled with his soul, the Wudang disciples began to move quickly.

But what moved faster than that was.

“What are you doing!”

It was the Blood Cult members.

Cheok!

They blocked the Wudang disciples and stood as if protecting Lee Ro-woon and the yellow egg.

When a Wudang warrior tried to forcefully break through.

Sreung.

Jung Chi-soo’s sword was touching the warrior’s neck.

“Don’t cross the line.”

A definite command tone.

“Now…!”

When the Wudang warrior tried to protest to Jung Chi-soo.

“Wudang owes me their lives.”

Lee Ro-woon said in front of the yellow egg and Cheon Jong.

“They will have to pay the price.”

He was the one who had finished off Jang Bo, whom no one could do anything about, in an instant.

“That price….”

Cheon Jong said to him.

“Is it the death of everyone…?”

If the yellow egg broke, the Heavenly Demon would appear. That Heavenly Demon was not the one that Cheon Jong and the Wudang warriors had sealed at the cost of their lives.

It would be a Heavenly Demon that had become even stronger by devouring the yin energy of the Great Heavenly Demonic Sealing Formation and the Seven Star Formation.

At the same time, it would be a Heavenly Demon that had absorbed everything from Mucheon, Jang Bo.

“The death of everyone?”

“No matter how great you are….”

Cheon Jong said.

“You won’t be able to do anything about it now…! I saw it myself!”

The monster. That which humans could not do anything about.

“Everyone will die…!”

“They will.”

Lee Ro-woon said, looking at Cheon Jong with a low gaze. The languid look on his face had disappeared.

“So fight and endure with the determination to die. Don’t fight each other when we’re about to become one family.”

Lee Ro-woon, who had spoken alone, looked at the yellow egg.

Jeojeojeok!

The egg was cracking even more.

“But it’s not about surviving that thing.”

Wudang and the Blood Cult members. The target they had to fight was not that.

That was why Lee Ro-woon had even called the Blood Cult through the Wudang gate.

They would now have to fight a more difficult battle than they had ever fought before. It could be just a few seconds, or it could be a few minutes.

“From now on.”

Lee Ro-woon said.

“I permit the release of the restraints.”

Kuuuuung!

The moment the red energy surged everywhere.

Paat!

An arm that broke out of the egg stretched out towards Lee Ro-woon’s neck.

“As expected.”

A look he had never shown before. Lee Ro-woon looked at the outstretched hand with eyes that were filled with a murderous intent that seemed to stop the heart just by looking at them.