Chung Myung felt dazed.
Everything felt vague.
‘What am I doing now?’
The scent of blood kept rushing to his nose.
He knew that he was still alive only because of his body which kept hurting.
All of this was unfamiliar to him.
-“Taoist hyung!”
Three throwing blades that took down the demonic sect people by the droves were now trying to attack Chung Myung from behind.
Crack!
There was an eerie sound as they fell down on the spot.
Thud!
Chung Myung looked at the blades at his feet with dazed eyes.
The heads of the fallen demonic sect people that were trying to attack him turned to him, and soon the light disappeared from their eyes.
They were dead.
Right, death.
“What are you doing? What is this in the middle of the fight, taoist hyung! Get yourself together!”
Chung Myung turned his head and looked back.
Tang Bo.
He titled his head as he approached Chung Myung.
“… No.”
Chung Myung raised his hand as he touched his forehead. His concentration was strangely lost.
“I don’t know. Maybe the exhaustion is getting to me.”
Chung Myung shook his plum blossom sword, wiping the blood off it and shoved it into his sheath. Tang Bo grinned as he reached out to retrieve the throwing blades.
“It is bound to be exhausting. We have been at this for three days.”
“…Um.”
“…hyung you look really tired? You aren’t even talking.”
“…”
“Should I get some medicine?”
“No.”
“No, hyung. Don’t act like this. When other people are told that they will be given the pill of the Tang family, they close their eyes and just gulp it down. Don’t you believe in the Tang family?”
“I do believe in the Tang family.”
“Then?”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Uh! You are saying that again? Because of what I gave to you last time? It was a mistake!”
“Your mouth seriously has a life of its own! Shut it!”
Chung Myung turned back.
“I am heading back.”
“Wait, hyung let’s go together.”
Tang Bo quickly caught up with Chung Myung.
“Since we killed all their men, another group will come soon right?”
“Right.”
If that wasn’t the case, there would be no reason for them to go through this much trouble.
And suddenly, Chung Myung turned his head to the cold sensation he felt on his arm. Tang Bo was applying the golden scab medicine.
It was a medicine for the cuts.
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ROMHS Chap 151 - 350
ActionThe 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...
