I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 353

Epilogue to Episode 353 (3)

Mutae's face turned red in embarrassment.

"hmm……?"

Yang Tae-hong wasn't targeting himself.

To be exact, it was behind me. I turned around in a hurry.

And then I realized.

“Even if I tried to stop it… I couldn’t stop it.”

Does this really make sense?

It was just one move. But everything blocking my path vanished in a flash.

It wasn't Ben, it was erased.

Trees, rocks. The sword, ten zhang long, stretched out in a semicircle, annihilating everything.

Just how high must the energy density be for this to be possible? If the King of Conspiracy is the pinnacle of strategic attack, then Yang Tae-hong is the pinnacle of betting management.

"They are…!"

The surprise didn't end there.

Kookookookook!

As everything ahead disappeared, a loud noise that had been hidden was heard, and the earth shook.

And the moment I saw them a few hundred paces away, my eyes widened.

It was that intense. It was enough to make your heart pound even from a distance.

They are engaged in a close battle, entangled in a flash of pure white light.

"Baekmu Baekyo Gong?!"

"Shaolin Temple…"

It was the elders of Toprim, Banya, and Geomchi.

They must have seen this too, because the fighting stopped.

Then, with shouts of joy, a black mist rolled in.

[[Keukheuk… … Hahaha-! You were here!]]

Banya, the high priest of the Demonic Cult.

He flew in.

*

The situation escalated in an instant.

The followers of Banya and Cheongung. The Geomchi and Black Death Sect. The divine monks and elders.

A new crowd gathered nearby.

The fighting had stopped, but the burning momentum from just a moment ago had not died down, and the suffocating murderous intent was still there.

Yet, Yang Tae-hong was brimming with composure. This wasn't deliberate pretense, but genuine composure that naturally flowed from the absolute.

"You came first."

Yang Tae-hong greeted Shin Seung without even giving a glance to Banya, who had flown in first.

Dare you?

At this, Banya's head twisted, and anger filled his eyes.

Of course, it won't last long.

"Leader…."

The leader, Yang Tae-hong. How many people would immediately bare their teeth at that name?

Even Banya, the Heavenly Messenger, cannot be an exception.

His mouth snapped shut, and his posture hunched over defensively.

Even the crazy Geomchi withdrew his Baekmu Baekyo Gong and looked around Mutae and the surroundings.

"What happened?"

Yang Tae-hong asked softly, observing the behavior of the new monks and elders.

Judging by the scene, it was evident that they had been through a lot. While not critical, there were quite a few injured.

Shin Seung-do sighed deeply, as if he was finally able to see their misery.

And the moment he was about to open his mouth, Banya stepped in to intercept him.

"I never thought I'd see you here, Sword Master. What an honor. I heard you disappeared from the Central Plains for a while…"

Hmph! Banya suddenly stopped talking and took a deep breath. His expression was a mixture of bewilderment and surprise, as if he'd been stabbed.

It was nothing special. Yang Tae-hong just looked at it indifferently.

But my breath stopped as if a sharp blade had stabbed me in the body.

"I didn't ask you."

The brow of the world's greatest wisdom twisted. A blade pierced his pride. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to open his mouth.

If I opened my mouth any further, it felt like that sword would really fly in and cut my heart.

I can't deny it. Even my master, the nameless one, acknowledges the sword master.

"The Sadoryeon has joined hands with the Demonic Cult. The Buddha of Infinite Life…"

"I see."

Yang Tae-hong nodded calmly, as if he had expected it.

On the other hand, Geomchi and Mutae's faces turned pale.

What are the chances of winning if they launch a surprise attack against Yang Tae-hong?

There is none.

No matter how many times I think about it, it's impossible.

Then there is only one way left.

[Sword Chi.]

Mutae secretly sent a message.

[What the hell is going on? Where's Yeonju?]

[Lian Zhu was defeated. By the hands of the unconscious man over there.]

A start. Geomchi's pupils shook and his stomach twitched like sparks.

Fortunately, Yang Tae-hong either didn't notice or didn't seem to care, so he didn't show any particular reaction.

Geomchi tried to suppress his seething emotions and calmly sent the message.

[You're saying that now… … .]

Don't get excited. The spirit hasn't vanished. The author's body has been infused with the ten thousand spirits, along with the lotus.

Geomchi understood what he meant right away.

The thing that made the current Apostolic Lord absolute was the Manakmun’s Ghost Soul Law.

The Manakmunju tried to gather ten thousand souls with strong innate energy and infuse them into himself.

But that happened to seep into Yeonju, who was passing by that intersection.

For Man-Hon, the King of Sagi, whose innate energy had reached its peak, was a more desirable prey than the Man-Ak-Mun-Ju.

One, that was also possible because of the Great Law of Ghost Soul. If the Great Law had not been used and Man-Hon had entered Ma-Cheon-So's body, then…

[The number was written by Yeonju.]

[There must have been no other way. So the author… ]

It could be a series.

The eyes of Geomchi and Mutae met and shone.

Now that I knew what to do, timing was key. I looked back at Yang Tae-hong.

He also seemed to be reaching a point where he could understand the current situation.

"Then is that kid named Mr. Ma also a member of the Demonic Cult? And you, Mo Yong-hui…?"

Mo Yong-hui has become a zombie. It's a situation where misunderstandings are bound to arise.

Namgung Yena tried to open her mouth in a hurry. But Banya's movements were faster.

"Keukkeuk… Hahaha! Bring in the Young Master!"

Woof! As soon as he finished shouting, his men flew like a flock of crows.

It was a momentary thing.

"A cult leader… Wait, now that I think about it, that kid…."

In the fleeting moment when countless warriors blocked his view, Yang Tae-hong's eyes caught Ma Cheon-so's gaze.

A very familiar face indeed.

Strangely enough, it's a sight that makes you want to have a drink.

Why didn't I know, they look so similar.

‘You mean your brother’s child… … .’

Yang Tae-hong is a person who has risen to the top by beating out numerous naturally gifted directors.

I was able to grasp the situation in one breath.

Mr. Ma is the head of the sect.

He led the Murim Alliance to a dead end.

Then it is understandable why Dangpyeongsan tried to spread his wings, and why the Sadoryeon and the mysterious forces tried to stop him.

only.

‘But why is Yena… … .’

One thing still remained unanswered, but there was no time to think about it now.

While he was hesitating, Banya and his subordinates surrounded Macheonso.

"Everyone, step back."

As Yang Tae-hong spoke softly, the country split into two.

In the middle, Banya's subordinates split the path, and inside, Banya, Murong Hui, and Ma Cheon-so.

In the front were Shaolin, Yang Taehong, Pungryongdae, and Sadoyeon.

"Banya…!"

"Keuheuk, hahaha!"

Banya felt an overwhelming joy at seeing Murong Hui's fury, and couldn't hide it. He burst into laughter without stopping.

Yang Tae-hong only needed to know this much. If he knew the full extent of the situation, the situation would only get worse.

Now was the right time, as Pia's relationship was ambiguous.

Now all that's left to do is cause some confusion.

That's enough.

"Sword Chi! Now is the time!"

Mutae didn't miss this moment either. "Pfft!" He whistled, and the wild dogs charged, and the Black Death again unleashed a barrage of slaughter on the elders.

And then Geomchi immediately unleashed his divine magic towards Ma Cheon So.

The static space suddenly burst into flames.

Yang Tae-hong frowned belatedly and raised his sword.

"You were the first to draw your swords."

As Yang Tae-hong's sword was drawn, dozens of flying Sado-ryeon and Cheongung warriors fell like autumn leaves in the sword wind.

It's fortunate that they didn't have any murderous intent, but if they had, they would all have died.

Unlike Yang Tae-hong, who had everything in his hands, Sado-ryeon and Cheongung had no hesitation.

They swarmed without rest, like a swarm of ants rushing towards their prey.

"Unfold the 108 Arhat formations!"

Shin Seung-do also confronted the elders without hesitation.

In the crowded hall, Namgung Yena approached Dangpyeongsan and shouted urgently.

"Help me."

"Yena……."

"I don't have time. Please…"

Was it her earnestness that moved his heart? Or was it his own confusion?

Dangpyeongsan narrowed his eyes and bit his lips.

Cheongung and Sadoyeon had already come between them and Macheonso.

And getting through so many warriors is by no means an easy task.

This is something that only someone as strong as Yang Tae-hong or Dang Pyeong-san can do.

"Even later… if my thoughts are right, I will definitely kill you. Don't forget."

"ah……."

"Fucking things… Come out!"

Dangpyeongsan takes out a handful of pills from his poison pouch and leaps forward like a dragon.

Then, he threw himself forward, spewing out poison.

Okay then.

"Kwaaak!"

A thick green smoke billowed forward, accompanied by a terrifying scream. Naturally, a path opened to avoid the poisonous smoke.

As if on cue, the sword wind Namgung Yena shot out spread its poisonous dance across the vast expanse.

"Avoid it!"

I've been waiting for these words to come out. Now is the time. Dangpyeongsan looked back and shouted.

"Run!"

Namgung Yena nodded, covered her mouth with her sleeve, and followed behind her, digging into the solo dance.

"Oh my god! This is……"

Dojagyeong called her urgently and ran after her with a frown on his face.

The same goes for Mu-o, Hyeon-mong-so, Su-han-seong, and Seo-ho-pil.

The milk is once spilled.

So… …go all the way.

The Wind Dragons quickly kicked their feet and performed a light attack.

Sssss. The excruciating pain of the poison seeping into my skin continued, but it didn't last long.

This is because Dangpyeongsan ran forward, spraying poison and leaving behind an antidote.

What a truly astute and amazing deity.

Namgung Yena, as if it wasn't her first time, matched her breathing by scattering sword winds before and after.

Before long, as we dug inside, we came into sight of Murong Hui, who was facing off against Banya.

"Kekeke, I never thought the Heavenly Demon King, who deceived everyone during the Great Heavenly Emperor, would be alive. I thought he was originally the grand duke of the Murong family. Why, were you afraid to enter the house in that state? Haha."

"Shut up-!"

"Well, seeing as you're still sticking by the leader's side even after coming all the way to the Central Plains, it seems like the sect's beliefs don't matter."

"The only way to punish you is to kill you."

"Hmm… That's interesting. You talk as if you know everything about it?"

"Do you think you don't know your atrocities? From making drugs to killing believers, to imprisoning innocent people in Miinbong Peak. Even if you die a hundred times, you'll still have nothing to say."

"Where did you hear that? Hehe. Well, that's good. I think we'll need to have a long talk. You should come too. Oh, no, no refusals. Got it? Haha!"

Black mist emanated from Banya's body, and Murong Hui and Chuksaljo stopped him.

and.

"Whew-!"

Slash! Namgung Yena's sword sliced through Banya's back.

Dangpyeongsan mercilessly sprayed poison toward the warriors of Cheongung, and Pungryongdae also stood up to them.

At this, the corners of Banya's mouth twist upward.

"It's annoying… I want to play with you more, but I don't have time. It'll be hard for me too if the leader comes out. So… shall we do it properly?"

An incomprehensible Western language flowed out of Banya's mouth as if he were chanting, and his hand was raised high into the sky, forming a strange shape.

Kookookookookung!

Then, as thunder rumbles through the clear sky, Banya is enveloped in black clouds.

"what……."

Banya has completely disappeared into the mist. But that's not the end.

The gradually swelling fog began to move little by little, and eventually took the shape of a huge four-legged demon beast.

"Is this witchcraft…?!"

Murong Hui vomited out his flagship. Clearly, there are those who create specific forms through their internal energy.

Hyeopseung's Jakdushinkong was one of them, and Shinseung's Baekboshinkwon was one of them.

But there was something different about that demon.

Two red eyes twitching in the dark fog.

Doesn't it seem like it's really alive and breathing, like a celestial demon?

"Kuaaaaaaang-!"

"Ugh…."

My ears rang as if they were going to split when the demon roared.