Chapter 122: White-Robed Demon Emperor 3
Baek Moo-jin’s tales of transformation turned the entire region into his domain.
Who could possibly escape?
This was no calamity one could evade with mere physical movement.
Blades of icy coldness poured down. Each time Baek Moo-jin swung his left arm, the blades twisted mid-air, then instantly fell, spilling blood as five or six people collapsed.
And what of the ground?
Frost descended wherever one stepped, causing even those confident in their lightness skills to stagger as they tried to flee.
Here and there, the monotonous sounds of thud, thud, thud, thud echoed, and each time, a long scream was scattered by the wind, piercing people’s eardrums.
Someone had seen the White-Robed Demon King’s Great White Night Sword.
It depicted a scene of people frozen solid white and a single man clad in blood-stained robes standing amidst them. That was exactly how Baek Moo-jin appeared now. Only his white robes remained untouched by blood.
The Ghost Gate was riddled with holes from the torrential hail of blades. In truth, no one could see properly.
A blizzard, accompanied by gale-force winds like a natural disaster, swept over the Ghost Gate and passed. After the sound of the Ghost Valley spread, Bai Muzhen emerged once more, walking through the swirling snowflakes.
The old chairman of the private council murmured.
“The return of the White-robed Demon Lord.”
Only then did the people grasp the meaning of Seo Mun-geuk’s curse.
Those bastards changed ‘White Ghost’ to ‘Demon Lord’.
