Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 392

Woo Maeng.

He was a Plum Blossom Sword Master, considered the most powerful force in Mount Hua, and also the leader of the Plum Blossom Sword Squad and the Plum Blossom Attack Squad, which were considered the greatest forces of Mount Hua.

The attack commander of the Seventh Plum Blossom Attack Squad and the Sister Plum Blossom Attack Squad.

“How was your reunion with your disciple after all this time?”

He said, exhaling a long stream of cigarette smoke.

Martial artists, whose bodies were their assets and weapons, were very concerned about their health, but it was a different story for those like Woo Maeng.

“Were you happy?”

Smirk.

Immune to all poisons.

Since most poisons couldn’t even penetrate his body, pleasure was just pleasure.

Sseuk.

Woo Maeng rose from his seat.

Then, the attack squad members began to walk in all directions.

Koo-ooo.

At that momentum, the Mount Hua prisoners trembled and stepped back.

They were incomparable to the Mount Hua supervisors.

“How is it?”

Even though there was no answer, Woo Maeng spoke.

“It’s changed a lot, hasn’t it?”

It had already been a long time since Taecheon was imprisoned in the Mount Hua corpse disposal site.

“Now, it seems like the previous Plum Blossom Sword Masters are nothing, right?”

Taecheon.

And he was talking about his disciple, Sa Mooyoung, who had been demoted.

Finally, an expression appeared on Taecheon’s face.

“Although I am a cold-blooded person who killed his own disciple, I don’t think I deserve to be ridiculed by you like this.”

Taecheon pushed away the support and stood up.

“Especially not by Mount Hua, who has abandoned the Way.”

“The Way…”

Woo Maeng and Taecheon faced each other.

Their momentum seemed similar, but Woo Maeng seemed to have a slight advantage.

However, the surroundings were different.

The difference between the Mount Hua prisoners and the Plum Blossom Attack Squad, who had been constantly improving their skills.

“Sabeok [senior brother].”

Woo Maeng threw the burning cigarette in front of Taecheon’s feet.

“Kneel here.”

“……”

“Then I’ll just send you off cleanly. You don’t want to see our sect leader again, do you, Sabeok?”

A more sinister smile appeared on Woo Maeng’s lips.

“And have all your limbs and tendons cut off again…”

Taat!

Taecheon closed the distance in an instant.

Kaang!

A clear metallic sound rang out, breaking the quiet morning.

“Whoa, Sabeok, did you get a qi deviation? You’re very excited.”

Woo Maeng’s sword, which had been drawn in an instant, and Taecheon’s sword clashed, spitting out sparks.

But in the next moment, Woo Maeng’s other hand moved.

Kwaduk!

The sound of flesh being torn off.

Woo Maeng’s hand dug into Taecheon’s side.

“You, you bastard…!”

Taecheon’s face contorted in pain, and it didn’t take long for his balance to collapse.

Seogeok!

Taecheon’s front opened up, and a fountain of blood gushed out.

Taecheon, who had quickly distanced himself, lost his balance and almost knelt on one knee.

“Didn’t I tell you?”

Woo Maeng’s right hand, which was holding the sword.

And in Woo Maeng’s left hand, which he had spread out, an ominous chill was swirling.

“Mount Hua has changed.”

“In the end, even demonic arts!”

He knew that Mount Hua had been tainted by the demonic.

But even so, it meant that Mount Hua would use the demonic to develop what it had.

However, what was swirling in Woo Maeng’s left hand was clearly demonic energy.

And it was emitting an ominousness that could not be ignored.

“What is demonic energy?”

Woo Maeng asked.

“Kuek!”

The hardships Taecheon had endured.

The Mount Hua he had imagined.

His disciple.

Everything swirled in his head, tormenting Taecheon.

Smirk.

Just now, Woo Maeng’s attack had stirred Taecheon’s mind and caused him to fall into a demonic state.

“In Player or Einheart, they call this a debuff.”

“Kuek!”

Just as black waves began to surge in Taecheon’s eyes, who had finally knelt on one knee.

“What is demonic energy?”

A voice that echoed like thunder in his ears came from afar.

Six Harmonies Transmission [a technique to project one’s voice with inner energy].

A powerful inner force pierced through everything and conveyed its meaning.

“That’s a noble question.”

Sseuk.

Even though they were surrounded, the prisoners stepped aside.

A group of people was walking out from between them.

They were in rags.

Their whole bodies were covered in dust, and their clothes were torn.

They were wearing the infamous work clothes, though they were almost new.

But Woo Maeng couldn’t help but recognize them.

“Blood Demon, Lee Rowoon.”

Lee Rowoon.

He had appeared, leading Black King Ha Semin and Ghost King Lee Yongjin.

“What is demonic energy? It’s simple.”

Lee Rowoon, standing next to Taecheon, looked down at Taecheon and said.

“It’s Mount Hua.”

Woo Maeng gripped his sword.

It was different from when he was facing Taecheon.

-Don’t engage him if you encounter that guy.

His senior brother, Chung Inwoo, who was unlucky but definitely skilled, had said.

-Unless you want to get your limbs cut off and die.

The Blood Demon was not yet at a level they could handle.

That was why they were still leaving that arrogant Eunha alone.

‘Bullshit.’

But Woo Maeng didn’t believe those words.

Mount Hua.

“Mount Hua is the best.”

It would not bow down to anything.

Also, Mount Hua had changed.

Look.

Taecheon, who was praised as the next Plum Blossom Divine Sword, had knelt at his one move.

Look.

The aura emanating from the Plum Blossom Attack Squad standing beside him.

Look.

Koo-ooo-ooo!

At this newly acquired power.

The demoted Plum Blossom Sword Masters, including Sa Mooyoung.

The attack commanders of the seven Plum Blossom Attack Squads, excluding them, and the Plum Blossom Sword Masters were reborn.

“We will catch the Blood Demon here.”

True Plum Blossom.

They were the real representatives of Mount Hua.

“Why are you trying to face me directly?”

Lee Rowoon asked Woo Maeng with a languid look.

“There’s no reason why I can’t.”

He ran his Plum Blossom Sword with his left hand, which was emitting an even more intense chill.

It was at that moment.

“How arrogant.”

Lee Rowoon’s voice, like a sneer.

Kwa-kwa-aang!

And an explosion occurred.

“……!”

Not this side.

The opposite side, the entrance to the Mount Hua corpse disposal site.

“Why? Did you think only you could cause a ruckus?”

In the distance, armed vehicles were rushing in, crushing everything in their path.

* * *

The road leading to the Mount Hua corpse disposal site.

On that road, there were formations and traps prepared.

If one took the wrong path, they would wander for an immeasurable amount of time and die, never reaching their destination.

It was just a small facility in a small city in a small land called South Korea, but the Mount Hua corpse disposal site was not a place that could be measured by its size.

A gate.

This was also a different dimension that Mount Hua had taken and built.

That was why a small number of forces had targeted the Mount Hua corpse disposal site, but none had succeeded.

Without Mount Hua, one could not enter the Mount Hua corpse disposal site.

Kwakwang!

However, Lee Rowoon had once again entered the Mount Hua corpse disposal site and completed all preparations.

He had neutralized the formations through the Emperor’s Ring and Blood Needles, and left a mark.

He had also sent a signal using the power of items and magic circles.

At this time.

It had been planned from the beginning.

“How!”

Minivans were pushing in.

Around those minivans, huge explosions occurred, and the buildings guarding the corpse disposal site were collapsing.

“If you received it, you have to return it.”

Mount Hua had invaded the Blood Demon Fortress.

“That’s the motto and spirit of the Blood Cult.”

Before Woo Maeng could do anything, martial artists got out of the minivans that had stopped in the distance.

They didn’t even seem to be trying to hide it, and the blood-red characters were written on their red martial uniforms.

The Mount Hua martial artists stood in front of them to stop them.

Taat!

The moment a battle broke out.

Seogeok!

A rain of blood was pouring down.

“Blood Sword Squad.”

“Chung.”

Jung Chi-soo said, his red eyes flickering.

“Sweep them away.”

Blood-red energy.

The Blood Sword Squad began to move.

“Chung.”

They were literally bulldozers.

They didn’t retreat as if their reverse gear was broken, and they only moved forward.

Enemies aiming from behind, enemies aiming from the side.

Seogeok!

They just moved forward and dealt with them.

The opponents were not just some small or medium-sized sects, but the Mount Hua martial artists who were at the forefront of the Nine Great Sects.

Seogeok!

But they were no match for the Blood Sword Squad.

“What are you doing!”

Woo Maeng shouted.

“Kill them now!”

An order to the Plum Blossom Attack Squad that followed him.

He realized that only the Plum Blossom Attack Squad could stop the Blood Cult’s Blood Sword Squad.

Also, the Mount Hua prisoners were on the verge of death during the escape process.

The same was true for the Blood Demon’s group, which was the biggest problem.

‘The momentum of the Black King and the Ghost King is weak.’

The Black King and the Ghost King, who were comparable to the Plum Blossom Sword Masters, seemed to have suffered major injuries and exhausted their strength during the escape.

Then, the only one to worry about was the Blood Demon, Lee Rowoon.

If it was just him, hadn’t he already made up his mind?

Woo-oong!

That he would defeat him.

“Nothing will change.”

His belief in Mount Hua.

The Blood Sword Squad would be brutally crushed by the Sister Plum Blossom Attack Squad, and Lee Rowoon would kneel before the newly acquired power of Mount Hua.

Like that.

Taat!

Woo Maeng immediately rushed to cut off Lee Rowoon’s head.

Kaang!

Sparks flew.

It was the Blood Demon.

He thought that there would be this much resistance, and he thought that he would receive his prepared sword strike.

If it was the opponent.

“……!”

If it was the Blood Demon.

“How…!”

But the opponent in front of him was not the Blood Demon.

The man who had been standing far away just now.

The one who was marked as a key figure in Mount Hua and whose level was being assessed.

“The Blood Demon’s sword and shield.”

Jung Chi-soo had appeared in front of him and was blocking Woo Maeng’s sword.

“That is me, Jung Chi-soo, the leader of the Blood Sword Squad.”

Red eyes flickering.

Kaang!

Jung Chi-soo said, deflecting Woo Maeng’s sword.

“Everyone, permission to open.”

And in the next moment.

“Chung.”

The surroundings were dyed blood-red.

* * *

“Kuh, kuek….”

Even so, he was indeed a man called a Plum Blossom Sword Master.

The tip of his sword was sharp and fierce, and his sword techniques were splendid and elaborate.

But that was all.

“Kuek!”

Under Jung Chi-soo’s feet, Woo Maeng was lying down and groaning.

“It’s because you’re abusing power that you can’t even use properly.”

Lee Rowoon said, looking at Woo Maeng.

The demonic energy that Woo Maeng was using was definitely a high-level demonic energy.

-Minor Demonic Arts.

A demonic art known to scatter absolute cold with a hand that has turned white.

It was a demonic art close to a divine art that only elders or those with unique constitutions could use in the past in the Demonic Cult.

But that was all.

After all, it was a demonic art that he hadn’t learned properly for long.

That was…

“Did you think it suited Mount Hua?”

That it didn’t suit Mount Hua.

“Y-you… you…”

A face filled with resentment.

“How dare you.”

Jung Chi-soo stomped on Woo Maeng’s head.

Kwang!

Even at that moment, explosions were occurring.

Everything ended a long time later.

At that time, everyone except those whom Lee Rowoon had allowed were bowing their heads and waiting for death.

Twitch.

Jung Chi-soo, who had sensed something, quietly glanced at Lee Rowoon.

Nod.

Lee Rowoon giving a signal.

Jung Chi-soo raised his hand and grabbed it, and the Blood Sword Squad, which had been scattered, approached Jung Chi-soo and Lee Rowoon and lined up.

“Whew.”

In the distance, a shadow rose.

One, two.

Tens, hundreds.

“I told you not to mess around.”

The man who was approaching with a large sword on his shoulder.

He was wearing Mount Hua’s martial uniform, but the red plum blossom was impressive.

As they approached.

Thud.

Lee Rowoon also walked towards them.

The group following behind him.

At Lee Rowoon’s signal, Jung Chi-soo threw the dying Woo Maeng, whom he had picked up.

Thud!

Woo Maeng, who had been thrown like a piece of luggage, rolled on the floor and arrived in front of the strange men.

In the next moment.

“S-Senior Brother…”

“Woo Maeng-ah.”

Chung Inwoo squatted down and looked into Woo Maeng’s eyes.