I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 421

Episode 421: Heavenly Palace (2)

Sigh. Ma Cheon-so didn't understand. He was also a little disappointed.

The creator of the martial art called Cheonma Shingong, which defies the heavens, is being manipulated like this by a mere nameless person.

Just by looking at the text written in a jumbled manner, you can guess how confused they were.

According to the scriptures, a child born with flames would destroy the evil dragon and save the world. But did God know that the birth of this child would awaken the evil dragon?

Your desires and evil deeds began because of my existence. You may have thought you had come to this heavenly mountain and become a god, but you were wrong. You are an evil dragon who will destroy the world. What should I do now?

Stupid. A bitter tone flowed from Ma Cheon-so's mouth.

What on earth is anonymous about that he's worrying about?

It was probably better not to see it.

"hmm……."

I cast aside my feelings of respect and frowned, taking my eyes off the words. Before I knew it, I had passed the narrow passage and found myself in a fairly wide open space.

Even though it was only a small room, there was something that caught my eye.

To the point where I completely forgot the words that Cheonma had engraved.

"That's…"

It's an old chest you might see in the West.

Judging by the tightly closed appearance without a speck of dust, it was clear that the last o'clock energy was contained within it.

A faint smile appeared on Ma Cheon-so's lips.

"I don't know about the lingering feelings between Master and Nameless. But don't worry. The death of Nameless, which you so desperately desired, will be granted soon."

Creak. As Ma Cheon-so extended his hand with an eerie smile, the door of the box, which had been closed for a thousand years, opened.

and.

"what?"

Ma Cheon-so was shocked.

It was because of the last words left behind along with the five-star message left by Cheonma.

There was an anonymous real identity there.

* * *

Xinjiang fishing village

Kwakwakwakwang!

Ma Tae-pyeong, who had reached the fishing village along Bonghwa-ro, looked down at the sky where thunder and lightning were pouring down and burst into laughter.

"Have you decided to erase the Central Plains?"

Crazed believers fill the village.

Countless black ships gather.

Even though he had been through a lot, this was the first time he had seen such recklessness.

To think that they would let loose so indiscriminately, completely mad and driven to madness.

Even if the Central Plains were destroyed, what would remain? Only desolate and barren ruins would remain.

This was no different from saying we should die together.

“Killing them all doesn’t seem like a good idea either…….”

The only way is to destroy the ship that will take you to the Central Plains… … .

"older brother."

As Ma Tae-pyeong turns his head, he sees Yang Tae-hong flying towards him.

Judging by his disheveled hair and damaged coat, he seemed to have suffered quite a bit.

"Did you have a good time at Hongraksa?"

"yes."

Matthew's mouth watered at the short answer.

The elder Hongraksa. He had devoted himself to the Ming religion longer than I had. It's pitiful that his life ended with such a concise answer.

"But what is this?"

When Yang Tae-hong looked down and asked vaguely, Ma Tae-pyeong answered with a shallow breath.

"Hongraksa has done something useless. He's going to release all of those disciples who have mastered magic into the Central Plains."

"I… sent him off too comfortably."

Instead of cutting him down with a single stroke of the sword, I will make him completely abandon his martial arts and make him pay for his sins for a long time.

There was deep anger in Yang Tae-hong's voice.

"But what are you doing here? Shouldn't we stop it quickly?"

"That's right."

Yang Tae-hong tilted his head. Contrary to his words, Ma Tae-pyeong's mood was unusual.

Moreover, his gaze was directed at Cheonsan, not the believers.

So let's turn our heads to follow his gaze.

Swaaaaaaaaa-

An unusual energy was felt from afar in Yang Tae-hong's presence.

It wasn't the first time. Watching the sky suddenly darken and the lightning strike, I sensed something was amiss.

"What is that?"

Yang Tae-hong asked. He was referring to countless tiny energies flying around, like a swarm of insects, though they weren't visible.

What the heck is that?

Yang Tae-hong frowned at the strange behavior he had never seen before.

"It's ten thousand eyes."

Matthew Ping spoke in a disturbed tone, as if on guard.

Yang Tae-hong was more surprised by the sight of Ma Tae-pyeong looking so tense than by the words, "Man-an."

Wasn't he the one who came alone to the front yard of Shaolin Temple and started drinking?

But what on earth is Manan that makes my heart waver like this?

The reason was simple.

"Nameless. Looks like he's finally making a move."

Anonymous. A timeless monster with supernatural powers, magic, and martial arts skills.

Because he was starting.

"If you are anonymous, are you the master of the heavenly palace?"

"Yes. Moreover, it's a much stronger aura than before. It seems like you've finally found a new body."

"then……."

"Maybe I can't guarantee it either."

Yang Tae-hong's eyes widened as the unbelievable remark burst out from him.

“That’s all… you mean?”

That much? No, it's more than that. Matthew knew the level of obscurity he had once possessed.

An absolute martial art called Geon-Gon-Dae-Na-I that turns back any powerful bet.

And even Manan and Sasul.

Just thinking about how much stronger I'd become from here made me frown.

"Maybe, that's what it is."

"The angle hasn't come yet. Until then, time…"

"By then the believers will have left this place."

“……What are you going to do?”

"You take care of that black ship. I need to resolve my long-standing grudge with Jiwoo."

"older brother!"

Paaat! Matthew Ping, leaving behind a final warning to be careful of Manan, smiled and shot towards Cheonsan.

Yang Tae-hong looked at him with a puzzled look, then bit his lip and turned away.

Because he knows there is no time to hesitate.

Hana Yang Tae-hong also had his feet tied before he could even take ten steps.

"Hehe, it would be troublesome if the leader came all the way here and started making a fuss like this."

Papa Pot! Ten dark new figures suddenly appeared before him.

He wears a similar robe to the elders, but is different.

A heterogeneous atmosphere. An extraordinary appearance.

The Lion of Heaven.

They were nameless servants who had been moving the heavenly palace until now.

"You… are here again."

"I didn't even get to greet you properly before. Let me greet you. I am Banya, the messenger of the heavenly palace. Haha!"

Banya called himself the Angel of Heaven.

It was the first time he had revealed his true identity like this.

And it doesn't end here.

The black ships that were gathering were filled with the believers of the Heavenly Palace muttering Western languages as if they were chanting Buddhist chants.

Revealing his true colors like this meant that he would no longer hide and would personally come forward to conquer the Central Plains.

"It seems like it hasn't been long since you ran away. You're quick to change positions."

"Shut up!"

Banya's deep, murderous aura enveloped Yang Tae-hong's body. It was merely a desperate attempt.

Yang Tae-hong puffed out his shoulder as if a fly had landed on it and looked at him calmly.

At this, Banya could no longer contain her anger and gritted her teeth and muttered.

"It seemed like we won, didn't it? But you underestimated us. You thought we were hiding because we were weak? Absolutely not. Because it wasn't worth it. There was no reason to get involved in the mudslinging of the lowly. Right?"

Banya held out both palms as if asking for sympathy and confessed.

"He's not in his right mind." Yang Tae-hong shook his head at the man's overly serious appearance.

Hana Banya continued speaking, tapping the air with her sword, without paying attention.

"But. It's already crossed over. Huh? Even if the noble one is dead, if there's a demon on this side and a sword on that side, there has to be a sword on that side. That's how the balance is maintained. What if we stick to one side like this? Then the balance isn't right. Peace has come. Huh?"

Banya crossed his two index fingers and opened his eyes fiercely.

Then, barely able to control my raging emotions, I spoke calmly.

"So, we're starting over from the beginning. Jungwon-do, Cheonsan-do. Erase everything and start over again. Back to the original state of martial arts, where people kill each other. Do you get it? Hehe, hahaha!"

I need to correct this. He's not just insane, he's crazy.

"I guess this sword suits you better than any advice."

Yang Tae-hong said absentmindedly, pointing the tip of his sword at his neck.

Woohoo! A heavy aura spread out without mercy, and the face of the Heavenly Lion was distorted.

"Banya. I'll take back what I said earlier. I guess I wasn't being needless. Hehe."

"Shut up, Dalsimun. You'll lose your head if you laugh so hard."

Hmph! As soon as Banya finished speaking, Yang Taehong's new form dug into the gap between the Heavenly Palace Lions.

It's fast. It's impossible to follow it with your eyes.

One opponent is the Heavenly Palace Lion who has dominated the martial arts world for a long time.

The Heavenly Archers flew in all directions like a bomb exploding.

Papa Pot!

"I will show you now. The power of the heavenly palace."

Banya began to chant a mantra, clasping his hands together and making a cold sound.

Not only that, but all the heavenly messengers surrounding Yang Tae-hong at the same time.

Swaaaaaa-!

Then, a strange energy different from their internal energy spread out from them.

"This is…."

Yang Tae-hong narrowed his eyes. This energy. He remembered it.

Clearly, when I first met Banya in Kunlun Mountain… … .

"Kuaaaaaa-!"

A deafening roar came from all directions.

And then, the sight of the Heavenly King, who had transformed into a monster with no trace of his human form, came into view.

As with Sohochangcheon and Dangpyeongsan, it was a sorcery that transformed the body.

[Starting with you. I'll completely destroy the Central Plains. Hehe… … Hahaha!]

The confrontation between Yang Tae-hong and the Heavenly Palace Lion began with Banya's madness.

* * *

Cheonsan Miinbong Peak

Kwakwakwak! A bolt from the blue struck the mist covering Mt. Miinbong.

A bet that will shock the world.

There was no skill or flashiness.

The sheer amount of internal energy tore the mist apart.

How poisonous and persistent was the mist over Mt. Miinbong.

This fog is what swallows up even the strongest masters, just like a living, breathing creature.

No matter how hard I tried to resist, I couldn't stop the bets that were coming in like a vast ocean.

Why? Because the opponent is none other than Matthew.

"It's still the same here. It feels dirty. It's bothering me."

Thump. Ma Tae-pyeong, who had finally set foot on Miinbong Peak, smiled broadly.

Unmu seemed to be tired of him and slowly backed away from him.

When Matthew glanced ahead, he saw a small thatched cottage.

Seeing the dark and turbid energy rising even stronger, it seemed that the main culprit who had angered Cheon Gi was here.

"It's been a while since a friend came to see me in person. I should come out to greet him, shouldn't I?"

Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa. Ten thousand eyes are circling around Matthew as if watching him.

Anonymous. He was staying here.

Knock knock.

The sliding door opened, and footsteps could be heard in the pitch-black darkness.

Thud, thud.

A bitter smile spread across Matthew's lips, and one of his eyes narrowed in tension.

And finally.

Anonymous revealed himself.

Spewing out an untouchable magical energy like a mist.

With a completely new look.

"you……."

Matthew Pyung, who was not usually surprised by anything, was shocked.

It can't be helped.

The nameless figure standing before my eyes was different from before.

I am no longer an old Westerner.

A beautiful, white-jade-like beauty wearing a pure white robe.

"Yalujin…?"

"Long time no see, Maga."

The eldest son of the Blood Palace.

It was Yaluljin.

A strange sight with both eyes filled with black.

He appeared anonymously.