I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 348

Episode 348: Rebel (2)

"Yena, you…!"

Whee! In an instant, a huge typhoon erupted between the mother and daughter.

"As of now, the situation has been deemed critical, and the mission has been changed. The Wind Dragon Corps… rescues the martial arts hero who defeated the Sadoryeonju, Daehang."

"huh!"

Dan Ye-hwa nodded, smiling brightly with moist eyes.

Then, one by one, the eyes of the agents began to harden.

"The author, the leader of the Demonic Cult… there's no way he could have saved us."

Seo Ho-pil.

"I can never repay your kindness like this. Immeasurable Life Buddha."

Muoh. Besides, everyone had the same mind.

The image of the agent blocking Yeonju's urethra to save them is still vivid in my mind.

More than the imperial decree, more than the sword that must be aimed at the heads of the four schools.

The emotion and grace of that moment touched their hearts.

It's youth.

"in action!"

Paaat! Namgung Yena slashed with the Sword of Wind again, then kicked away and performed a light attack.

And then Pungryongdae follows.

As the raging typhoon subsided, only bitterness remained for Namgung Son and Jegal Tong, who were left behind.

"Hehe, you're still stubborn."

As Zhuge Tong looked at the empty space and smiled bitterly, Namgung Son took a step forward and spoke.

"It's the Namgung family's business. I'll track it down myself."

"There's no need for that. Right now, we need to take control of Sacheon with the Sacheonhoe. If the foundation disappears anyway, all his hard work will be for naught."

"Lian Zhu has been defeated. If we leave her alive, it will be a great disaster for the Prime Minister."

"On the contrary… if we move rashly now, we might end up suffering."

"Hit? Who? Are you talking about the Wind Dragon Corps? Or the Sado League? They're just stragglers."

"Haha, that's not possible. If my guess is correct, it's not just us and the Sado-ryeon on this mountain."

Zhuge Tong narrowed his eyes and recalled the two people's appearances.

The woman who was called Yehwa. And the one who burst into strange laughter.

'Dan Yehwa. And Yayultak. If they're right, that means the leader is already with the remnants of the Demonic Cult. Hehe.'

Zhuge Tong spoke softly with a silent laugh.

"lender."

Then, without a sound, a woman appeared next to me like a shadow.

The new military sword.

This is the princess Ok Soo-rim.

"Pursue them secretly. Don't act rashly. That way… you'll have a chance. A chance for the revenge you've been longing for."

As his gloomy words ended, Ok Soo-rim gave a brief nod. Soon, Zhuge Tong took a flute from his pocket and handed it to her. It was a small, black flute.

"Take it. You'll find some use for it."

Ok Soo-rim accepted his indifferent words and disappeared again like a ghost.

"No matter how strong that kid is, his opponent is someone who defeated Yeonju. This time… are you confident? If you miss…"

"The Prime Minister will not forgive you. Sreung." Namgung Son asked, his words trailing off, his sword still attached.

At this, Zhuge Tong nodded briefly, his eyes slightly raised to the side.

"Even if he's alive, he's already critically injured. With even Yeonju dead, the Sadoyeon scattered everywhere will be after him. Even if several people act together, it might only end up helping him. Furthermore… even if fate allows him to escape this place alive."

"hmm……."

"He'll be a great bait to summon the remnants of the Demonic Cult hidden in the Central Plains. So… let's go to Sacheon first. Hehe."

Namgung Son nodded at Zhuge Tong's confident tone.

Cheon Gi-ja was known to be one level ahead of Jegalmun in terms of intelligence.

There must be a reason why he is so confident.

"Send the criminals to Sicheon!"

Namgung Son's merciless order was given.

The war is over.

"Little Leader. This time, you will never return alive. I will send you. I will definitely do so."

* * *

Kunlun Mountain Snow Peak

"Ugh… It's cold…."

A woman in a cat costume gently stroked my arms, trying to soothe the cold. It was all for naught. The ground, frozen as thick as her white breath, once again chilled my entire body.

"Oh, when are you going to go to oh my gosh…"

As I asked in a trembling voice, the man who had been standing in front of me with a calm demeanor suddenly turned around.

Even with just a thin coat on, there is no sign of cold.

As he lifted his black hat, his hidden features were revealed.

A jade face that would have made any woman's heart flutter if it weren't for his rough, stone-like skin.

Murong Hui, the grand duke of the Murong family, is now the Heavenly Demon King.

"Are you cold?"

He asked, glancing around. I felt neither cold nor heat, so I didn't realize it.

It seems like I've been focusing on my communication with Ma Cheon So for too long.

"Yeah! It's cold… so cold! Ugh."

"Let's go down."

"Really?"

"okay."

Mo Yong-hui took a step forward.

WHEEEEEE! A blizzard blew in, and a fierce heat radiated from his body.

Hwaruk! At the same time, the eternal snow around him melted, and Hyangmyo jumped up and hugged him.

"It's warm…."

I glance down at the incense burner I was holding, and it was rubbing its face against my chest.

He narrowed his eyes and tried to push her away, but then he took a shallow breath, turned his hand around, and hugged her.

"uh?!"

"Catch it."

Pot! Mo Yong-hui jumped from his seat and jumped down the cliff.

"Whoa!"

Whoosh! The wind and clouds pierced through in an instant, leaving behind the screams of the incense burner like scattered smoke.

And before we knew it, the green leaves and brown earth appeared… … .

Kuuung! He landed on the ground, kicking up a huge cloud of dust.

"Hyangmyo died……."

As Xiang Miao stumbled, coughing, Murong Hui stopped her by pressing her head coldly, and then started walking again.

"Bring Danshikang. I'll go straight to him."

"The leader?"

When Xiang Miao, who had come to her senses, followed him and asked, Murong Hui nodded.

But he, who usually seemed emotionally numb, seemed even colder and more indifferent today.

The reason flowed straight out of his open mouth again.

"That guy… is dangerous."

"Huh?"

"So hurry up."

"Oh, I see!"

The incense burner sniffed around for a moment, then suddenly raised its head and disappeared.

At this, Murong Hui also walked forward with refined steps.

The communication between the master and servants through the Heavenly Demon God is too weak.

Even with my eyes closed, the vivid presence was hazy and irregular, as if obscured by a thick fog.

Mo Yong-hui knew what this meant without being told.

'Was he… strong enough to put you in danger?'

I couldn't believe it.

It wasn't that he disregarded the Sado Ryeonju. He, too, had carried out his duties as the Wind Dragon Lord, and so he held the three Lords in high esteem.

It's just because I know Ma Cheon So so well.

How strong he was. How coolly he assessed his match with Yeonju. I had witnessed it all.

On the day that Lian Zhu and Ma Qian Xiao signed an alliance, Murong Hui asked.

'Author… … looks dangerous.'

'More than I thought.'

'Can you win?'

'If the author's two hands were intact, it would be the same.'

'hmm…….'

'But now I'm halfway there. It won't be easy, but I'm no match for them.'

Surely, Ma Cheon-so said so. And things must have turned out as he said.

He would have won by half a margin, and that was how it felt to Mo Yong-hui.

But before long, Ma Cheon-so's body was in danger.

'So there was a hidden trick?'

I had a lot of worries, but it didn't last long.

Let's take a few more steps, because the faint breath of the Macheonso felt unfamiliar.

And let's push through the hidden bushes and step into the forest.

"you……?"

"hmm……!"

There was a fallen demon, as if in eternal sleep, and a man with a heavy body like a beast, roughly reaching out his hand.

Lion King Mutae.

He was here first.

"Get that hand away."

Ssae-ak! Mo Yong-hui's new form shot out like lightning, making his previous slow pace unthinkable.

"Huh!"

Mutae, who blocked the blow with his hand, rolled his three treasures behind him and spat.

“Is this the Murim Alliance…? It’s my first time seeing you.”

Mutae glanced at the back of his hand, which was tingling. Even if the martial arts world was brimming with eccentricities, it was absurd that he felt such a sense of crisis over the reckless actions of an unknown puppet.

Even more so because he is the Lion King who received that authority.

"No one… can touch this guy's body."

Huruk! A fierce heat emanated from Mo Yong-hui's body once again.

Mutae muttered with his eyebrows furrowed, perhaps sensing that something was unusual.

"Your loyalty is too much. Normally, I would have cared for you, but not now. Don't waste your precious life on the ground and get out."

As Mu-tae started walking again and tried to put his hand on Ma Cheon-so's body, Murong Hui muttered and shot forward.

"Did you hear me wrong? I said no one could touch it, didn't I?"

Kwaaang! Mo Yong-hui's fist pierced Mu-tae's body again. This time, as if he had expected it, he ducked without hesitation, narrowed his arms, and counterattacked.

"If it's your wish to die so badly, I'll kill you."

Mutae's shoulders, pulled back as far as they could, stretched out like a dragon's tail.

I don't know about anything else, but Mutae's martial arts begin with training his entire body like a lump of iron.

I could tell how much power was packed into that angry fist.

When it comes to strength, Mo Yong-hui is not someone who can be pushed around by anyone.

Isn't this a Heavenly Demon with skin of a different level of strength than that of a human?

Mo Yong-hui also took up his position and entered the match.

Fist for fist. A frontal assault.

Kwaaaaang-!

There was a huge roar as if two meteors had collided.

"Haha, you're challenging me head-on? How interesting."

"That fun. It won't last long."

At the provocative remark, Mutae's eyebrows twitched, and he glanced at Ma Cheon-so next to him before swinging his fist again. It was a series of strikes.

Mo Yong-hui, who was facing this, was no different. He didn't even think about evading, and he extended his fist at the exact spot where his opponent's blow landed.

A blast of noise! Just hearing it makes your hair stand on end.

No one backs down.

But it wasn't like they were fighting blindly without thinking.

This is a battle of who can score.

Unlike a sword that can cut one side, a one-handed sword pours its energy into only one point.

To achieve this, you had to strike faster and harder than your opponent.

Perhaps because of this, the relationship between the two of them seemed to be entangled with dozens of snakes.

It happened so quickly that it left an afterimage.

That wasn't all. A strong wind blew in all directions, and the tree branches swayed violently.

'Are you saying that the only one who could compete with the martial arts alliance was none other than the best swordsman of Shaolin? Could it be… the indestructible diamond of Shaolin?!'

Mutae couldn't hide his surprise at the situation that was becoming increasingly extreme.

Unlike his own hand, which was gradually being crushed, Mo Yong-hui's hand was shattered like flying stones.

How can a human hand be like that?

Even.

'A broken hand… is being regenerated?'

The more I look at it, the more mysteries arise. And come to think of it, its skin is so pale, so pale, and so hardened like stone… Doesn't it look like a corpse?

Even though I hadn't studied Ma Cheon So's martial arts in detail, the situation was similar.

"Could it be… a magician?!"

"Don't… say such vulgar things to me!"

Hwaruruk! Mo Yong-hui's momentum burned even hotter, and he struck with a fierce blow as if he had put all his effort into it.

Mutae bit his lips tightly and fought against them.

As if time had slowed down, the two men's fists flew towards each other.

And the moment they touch.

Kwaaaaang-! A shockwave struck the entire Kunlun Mountains.