Chapter 107: The Swordsmen’s Alliance (9)
As Baek and Inhyun Jin-in lunged forward, the entire hundred-strong death squad—or rather, the now less-than-ninety-strong death squad—followed suit.
Light began to radiate from the weapons the death squad wielded.
Whoosh.
Each unleashed their proudest, most powerful martial arts to strike first.
And then.
The black flame dragon in Baek’s hand began to blaze.
Whoosh!
As he extended his hand, the pitch-black Black Flame Dragon shot forth at a terrifying speed.
Heat intense enough to melt steel in an instant.
Had it connected, Hyunsanwol would have vanished without leaving even bone dust behind.
Whoooosh!
A crimson energy aura appeared from somewhere, blocking the Black Flame Dragon’s path.
BOOM! RRRRRR.
An explosion that felt like the heavens and earth were splitting apart erupted, and both energies faded.
An old man in a crimson robe appeared amidst the chaos.
Bukgung Baek frowned and opened his mouth.
“Blood Demon?”
“Heh heh heh heh, to see the Black Dragon here! What a coincidence.”
“I thought you were over a hundred and twenty years old. You’re still quite spry.”
“The Blood God bestows his power upon his priest.”
Hearing their conversation, an alarm bell rang in my head.
Good heavens, the Blood Clan Leader?
Why on earth had he, one of the Ten Demon Clan’s three great masters and one of the Ten Great Masters of the World, appeared here?
Unlike me, whose scalp was drenched in cold sweat, North Palace Baek looked utterly serene.
