Silence swept through the area.
“…”
Mak Hwi couldn’t open his mouth.
He couldn’t believe that Dae Ra-Geom, one of Sam Sal-Gwi’s men, could be defeated this easily. Even he couldn’t guarantee such an easy victory; rather, he would have to put his life on the line if he had been the one to battle Dae Ra-Geom.
But the child standing before them had killed him as easily as snuffing out a bug.
Instantly, all sense of reality seemed to collapse and fade away.
Losing one’s grip on reality on a battlefield was an unacceptable error.
However, what just happened was almost too absurd to believe.
“That…”
Mak Hwi was about to speak but quickly fell silent. Any words he wanted to speak felt meaningless at this time.
Dae Ra-Geom’s severed head had fallen to the ground with eyes that would eternally reflect his disbelief. That expression accurately echoed the sentiments of those present. It represented everyone’s current emotions.
Clench.
Cho Myeong-San’s grip tightened around his blade.
‘As expected.’
He couldn’t have imagined this, but his senses were right!
This young man was no beginner or newbie.
Rather, he was a Killing Spirit.
This wasn’t an issue of the young man being strong or not.
It was clear that this young man had been through countless battles, and in the process, he must have created a river of blood beneath a mountain of corpses.
There wasn’t even a flicker of unrest in his actions. As if he was thoroughly accustomed to it, there were no ferocious or wild emotions that escaped his stoic visage.
Seeing this only confirmed Cho Myeong-San’s thoughts.
He made beheading a person look as natural as plucking leaves from a tree.
Clearly, that bastard…
‘…is so used to killing.’
Cho Myeong-San gulped.
‘Maybe this will be my grave.’
Upon realizing that his back was drenched in a cold sweat, he firmly came to a decision.
“Let’s work together.”
“…”
“W-… what did you say?”
“I said we should work together.”
Everyone’s eyes were stolen from Chung Myung as they darted to Cho Myeong-San. Their gazes were a mix of shock, dismay, and anger.
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ROMHS Chap 151 - 350
AcciónThe 13th disciple of the Mount Hua Sect, one of the greatest third generation swordsmen, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint: Chung Myung. After defeating the Heavenly Demon and ending his reign of chaos, Chung Myung breathed his last on the summit of the...
