Chapter 1267: Worry About Those Myriad Man Manor Bastards! (Part 2)

"Done!"

"Wow, relying on brute strength alone!"

The disciples of Mount Hua, who were glancing at the situation behind them, momentarily cheered and clenched their fists. If that ship hadn't moved, they would have been slaughtered right here. Indeed, Hye Yeon was a person who could do anything!

"Sasuk!"

"Not yet! Hold on!"

Baek Cheon shouted loudly.

Even though the ship had risen above the water, it was not time to retreat yet. Their opponents weren't ordinary martial artists. There was no reason for the Myriad Man Manor to not attack just because they were on a ship on the sea.

No, it would actually be easier to attack. Just poke some holes in the ship, and that would be it.

First, they had to secure a distance where it was difficult for the enemies to attack the ship.

"Ugh! Sasuk!"

But that was by no means an easy task. Enemy came endlessly, and human concentration wasn't infinite. Above all, the power they exerted in a short period of time to break the enemy's momentum gradually lost its effectiveness.

Clang!

Baek Cheon bit his lips as he flung away another sword in the air. The Evil Sect members sensed the momentum like ghosts. As if they had detected that the Heavenly Comrade Alliance members were gradually struggling, the approaching Myriad Man Manor members were intensifying their momentum more and more.

"Huhahaha!"

"It's Mount Hua's throat! Tear them apart!"

Not having a sense of camaraderie would never be a good thing in combat. At least, that's what Baek Cheon believed.

However, at this moment, Baek Cheon became keenly aware that nothing in the world was black and white.

To the enemies, even if their comrades who shared hardships with were cut down in front of them, they didn't waver at all. No, it wasn't just that they didn't waver; it seemed like they didn't even care.

That ruthlessness crushed Baek Cheon.

'Is this the real Myriad Man Manor…'

It must be stopped. But if they continued like this, the elders of the Southern Island Sect would collapse first. An aged martial artist becomes stronger due to their experience, but constant fighting requires stamina. The longer this went on, the more stamina would be consumed.

'What should I do?'

Baek Cheon was the one in charge here. The decision must come from him.

The lives of dozens, even hundreds, were at stake in his judgment.

But in this situation...

It was at that moment.

A mocking voice echoed in Baek Cheon's ears.

"He acted as if he was going to grab and swing it." [idk?]

"Ch, Chung Myung…."

"It's not enough to just talk!"

Chung Myung stepped forward. Baek Cheon's eyes clearly saw Chung Myung's back dashing forward. The moment he rushed out, the Myriad Man Manor disciples concentrated their attacks, swinging their weapons vigorously.

Soon, from Chung Myung's fingertips, more than ten beams of light shot out. No, it wasn't beams of light; it was sword qi. It was so fast that it looked like a faint beam of light that couldn't be followed with the eyes.

Swish, swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

The Myriad Man Manor disciples who were swinging their weapons screamed in terror as they clutched their bodies. From the neck and wrists to the thighs and sides. Even in that short exchange, Chung Myung accurately severed the fatal points of his opponents without leaving any room.

"This bastard!"

Paaaah!

With the sound of tearing through the air, the flying sword flew in and struck off the head of a charging Myriad Man Manor member in one fell swoop. The severed head spun like a top, spraying blood in all directions.

"This, this... "

With a blood-smeared face, Chung Myung let out a chilling smile. Then, he chased the and staggering Myriad Man Manor members like a shadow.

Paaaah!

The moment his sword was swung, another human body was torn apart with its sword still hastily lifted.

"Mon-monster..."

The Myriad Man Manor had accumulated power through countless battles, gained a reputation, and finally occupied the position of the leader of the Evil Tyrant Alliance. Each and ever one of them were veteran martial artists, ruthless warriors without any lingering attachments to their lives.

But in the eyes of those who knew no fear, a clear sense of terror was emerging.

The death of a comrade might not be a source of fear for them. But even as members of the Evil Sect, they could not help but fear their own death. No, precisely because they were members of the Evil Sect, their lives were invaluable.

Paaaah!

The extended sword pierced through a chest like lightning. The instant the muscles and tendons touched the digging sword, the sword twisted and tore apart the body's innards.

"Kkkk..."

Faced with the excruciating pain of their body breaking into pieces, the man convulsed without even letting out a proper scream.

Paaaah!

The sword that had exited the body swung again, hitting a person's neck in one stroke.

Thunk!!

The face of the Myriad Man Manor man who had forcibly struck out his comrade's head turned deathly pale.

Was it because he struck his comrade's head? No, there was no such human reason.

The moment he struck with the sword, he had suddenly discovered Chung Myung, who had charged forward like a storm.

Frrrrrr.

Chung Myung's Dark Fragrance Sword began to tremble violently, as if it had encountered a strong wind. The sword split into dozens, then hundreds, filling the world with red plum blossom petals.

It was not as delicate as Yoo Iseol's plum blossoms, nor as sturdy as Baek Cheon's plum blossoms. It wasn't as rapid as Jo Gol's plum blossoms, nor as gentle as Yoon Jong's plum blossoms. Chung Myung's plum blossoms were simply just sharp.

"Aaaargh!"

"Aaaargh!"

A Myriad Man Manor member entangled in the storm of petals made a scream so desperate and blood-curdling that no one would want to hear it again, even in their dreams. It was a pathetic sight, unworthy of the Myriad Man Manor's reputation.

But anyone watching this scene now would understand.

How could someone with dozens of holes pierced all over their body not scream? It was a situation that anyone could not help but feel sympathy for.

However, Chung Myung's face, who had created this gruesome scene, there was not a hint of sympathy.

He simply passed by those who fell.

After a while, the necks of those with holes all over their bodies broke, and streams of red blood spurted out.

Anyone he faced, he would kill.

That was one of Chung Myung's ironclad rules, forged through countless crises on the battlefield.

In the face of his merciless attacks, the momentum of the Myriad Man Manor, which had been surging, collapsed in an instant.

In this vast battlefield, one person rampaging might not be such a big deal. No, it shouldn't be.

However, depending on who that one person is, the situation changes. Even those who were sticking to the disciples of Mount Hua and pushing back the defense line were startled by the screams coming from behind them.

Naturally, at that moment when the enemy's offensive weakened, Baek Cheon's eyes gleamed sharply.

"Sogaju-nim!"

"Yes!"

Jo Gol and Baek Cheon rushed forward, wielding their swords against the Myriad Man Manor members who had stuck to Namgung Dowi. Without missing the opening created by those two, Namgung Dowi swung his sword. With his raised sword, a dazzling white light gathered.

The unparalleled swordsmanship, based on vast internal power, emanated an energy that could overwhelm anyone.

It was the moment when the Emperor Sword of the Namgung Family revealed its grandue.

"Ha-aa-aa-aa-aa-aap!"

At the end of Namgung Dowi's sword, which had extracted as much inner strength as much as possible, sword energy big as a house condensed in instant to the width of a hair.

Simultaneously, Namgung Dowi's sword descended like a thunderbolt.

Quaaa-aa-aa-aa-aa!

The sword force released by Namgung Dowi created a straight path of white light in front of him. It was the moment when the Emperor's Path (帝王之路) of the Emperor's Sword manifested through ot Namgung Hwang's, but Namgung Dowi's sword!

Without the slightest bend, the pure white path extended in a straight line, and in an instant, the path was covered in red from the blood sprayed by the enemies.

It was literally the path that an emperor should walk.

"Kuk!"

Namgung Dowi, who turned pale for a moment, swayed. At the moment his knees were about to give out, Tang Pae quickly supported his shoulders.

"Dowi!" [First name basis :]

"I'm okay! More importantly!"

Namgung Dowi, who was about to say to continue the attack immediately, hesitated and closed his mouth.

It was because the dazzling red flower petals that blossomed and scattered in a brilliant manner caught his eye.

'Ah...'

Five plum trees spreading out in different forms.

They were different, but at the same time, they were the same. Each tree could be different, but the forest they formed together was ultimately one.

The land of Southern Island.

In this distant land, the plum blossoms of Mount Hua bloomed. The plum blossoms that bloomed with every bit of their inner strength, endured a long winter and finally bloomed like flowers, simply beautiful and enchanting.

Hwaaaaa-ah!

Scattered plum blossoms fluttered in the wind, pouring down on the enemies like a heavy rain.

No matter how powerful the experts of the Myriad Man Manor were, they couldn't possibly block the torrent of plum blossoms pouring down.

Suhguk, suhguk!

If they raised their inner strength and blocked, they wouldn't receive fatal wounds.

Each step was not inherently deadly.

But that didn't necessarily mean it was hopeful.

Suhguk! Suhguk! Suhguk! Suhguk!

Because they wouldn't die, they had to feel all the pain of their entire body being destroyed without missing a single bit.

"Kwaaaa-ah!"

Horrendous screams burst out everywhere. And before those screams could even die down, what approached was a formidable sword energy emitted by the elders of the Southern Island Sect, like a majestic wave. Unlike the plum blossom sword energy of the Mount Hua Sect, it brought certain death to the disciples of the Myriad Man Manor.

Baek Cheon's complexion noticeably paled, and he turned his head.

Suddenly, a ship appeared quite far from the coast. Perhaps because martial artists were rowing with all their might, it was moving away faster than expected.

Chung Myung was still fighting in front.

For a moment, conflict flickered in Baek Cheon's eyes. But what suppressed that conflict was ultimately trust.

Baek Cheon shouted firmly.

"Retreat! Retreat! To the ship!"

"Yes!"

Everyone exerted their remaining strength and increased the distance from the enemies. Then, they immediately turned their bodies and ran toward the coast.

Only one person, Seol So Baek, stood there restlessly.

"Fuck, what are you doing!"

Jo Gul threw him on his shoulders and ran towards the ship.

Even if they increased the distance, they were the Myriad Man Manor. If they had time to take a breath, they would catch up again. They had to jump into the sea before that.

"No! Chung Myung Dojang is over there!"

"I know!"

Jo Gul shouted irritably.

"Worry about the ones we need to worry about! Do you think that guy is a person like us?"

"..."

"If you're going to worry...!"

Jo Gol turned his head slightly. The sight of the Myriad Man Members members hesitating to approach Chung Myung was revealed.

"Worry about those Myriad Man Manor bastards! Pity the guys who got caught by that bastard!"

"...Yes?"

Seol So Baek looked in the direction where Chung Myung was standing with a puzzled expression. The corner of Chung Myung's lips was tilted into a grotesque smile.

'Do, Dojang...?'

And at that moment, Seol So Baek witnessed it.

Chung Myung, holding his sword upside down, was charging towards the middle of the enemies.

A shiver ran down Seol So Baek's spine.