Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 273

Chapter 273: The Lazy One is Attacked (3)

“Run away!”

“The Demon Cult is attacking!”

The crowd retreated in horror. The mere presence of the Demon Cult was terrifying, but now they were attacking.

“Fall back! Fall back!”

“Where to?!”

They started running, but everyone shared the same thought: ‘Where do we escape to?’

They were at the summit of Mount Hua, the most dangerous mountain in the Central Plains. It was impossible to climb without the established trails, but these were blocked. They could only flee backward, towards a cliff.

“Fall back! Do not interfere with the warriors of Mount Hua!”

The crowd quickly retreated upon hearing the urgent voice.

“F… father.”

“Calm down.”

Wei Jeonghan stroked the back of Wei Suryun, who was trembling. ‘The Demon Cult…’ Although his touch was gentle, Wei Jeonghan’s face was rigid. His lifelong enemies had returned.

“Sanho.”

“Yes, Father.”

“Take Suryun to a safe place.”

“I will fight with you.”

“No.”

Wei Jeonghan looked at Wei Sanho.

“You need to recover now, not fight.”

“But…”

“No.”

Wei Jeonghan shook his head firmly.

“Now that those bastards have returned, we have to fight, even if we don’t want to. We will fight to exhaustion,” as he himself had done in his youth.

“Do not injure yourself with a rash attack. It is better for you to fully recover and become a force for the current martial world. Besides, who will protect your mother and Suryun if you are not?”

“I will comply with your orders.”

“Good. Your mother is in the lodging, go.”

“Yes.”

Wei Jeonghan closed his eyes as he watched Wei Sanho take Wei Suryun away. ‘I hoped it wouldn’t happen.’ The war against the Demon Cult was cruel and painful. His youth had been sacrificed in that war, but he wanted his children to live in peace. Was it a vain hope?

He looked at the members of the Demon Cult attacking the disciples of Mount Hua. It was a familiar and unpleasant sight.

“The martial world is the martial world.”

Wei Jeonghan shook his head and slowly walked forward.

“Where are you going?”

Guangmuliang looked at the Sword Saint of the Plum Blossom upon hearing his voice.

“We must play.”

Guangmuliang smiled.

“You want to fight me?”

“Since the previous Dark Master is no longer here, you must fight me. Fighting your subordinates would be boring.”

“Hahahaha.”

Guangmuliang smiled slightly.

“It would not be polite to bore the Sword Saint. Although I am clumsy, I can entertain you.”

“You talk much more than the previous Dark Master.”

“The previous Dark Master was very quiet.”

Guangmuliang’s calmness was irritating the Sword Saint. Guangmuliang showed no fear, not even in front of an expert of the Sword Saint’s level. ‘He is not a normal guy.’

The Demon Cult does not have the concept of generational change. The strong take power, and the successors surpass their predecessors; there is no transfer of power. So, the fact that Guangmuliang has taken the place of the previous Dark Master means that he is as strong as him.

The previous Dark Master…

“Fighting you, I will know if the Demon Cult is as powerful as before.”

Guangmuliang shook his head slowly.

“Why?”

“What is the point of knowing if you will die today?”

“Kkk kkk kkk.”

The Sword Saint laughed and unsheathed his sword.

*Shhhhrrr*.

His plum blossom sword came out of its sheath.

“Brat, even if you are stronger than the previous Dark Master, you cannot defeat me. Twenty years have passed. Now I can easily defeat someone of the level of the previous Dark Master.”

“As expected.”

Guangmuliang’s eyes flashed.

“Then, I must offer you my condolences.”

“Condolences?”

“Kkk kkk kkk.”

A powerful aura emanated from Guangmuliang’s body.

“Then, you will feel how strong we have become! When your last breath is extinguished!”

Guangmuliang, covered by his aura, attacked the Sword Saint of the Plum Blossom.

“Support the front!”

The people in the audience ran forward. ‘We must stop them.’

Chung Yeon gritted his teeth. Mount Hua must solve the problems of Mount Hua, even if the enemy is the Demon Cult. No matter how this happened, the important thing is that the Demon Cult is here, and they must stop them.

“Leader!”

Chung Yeon responded without looking back upon hearing a voice.

“Mujin!”

“Yes!”

Gong Mujin, who had brought the plum blossom sword warriors, knelt behind Chung Yeon.

“Protect the audience with the plum blossom sword warriors.”

“But…”

“We are still the organizers and responsible for this tournament. We cannot allow the spectators to be injured.”

“I will remember.”

“Go!”

“Yes!”

Chung Yeon felt the plum blossom sword warriors fly away.

“The beginning of a new era.”

Chung Yeon said with a sob. How much blood will flow? How many people will die? ‘It is not time to cry.’

Chung Yeon observed the situation with hawk-like eyes. First, he had to resolve the current situation. For that, he had to assess the power of those present and place them strategically.

He wanted to join the battle, but Chung Yeon knew what he had to do. His greatest strength was the Sword Saint of the Plum Blossom, the Tai Chi Sword Sage, and…

Chung Yeon looked back with an uncomfortable expression.

*Chomp chomp chomp chomp*.

“…Are you eating?”

“Huh?”

“Are you eating sweets?”

“…Don’t worry about the sweets!”

Chung Yeon’s face contorted. ‘Doesn’t he know what it means for the Demon Cult to be attacking, even if his father is Wei Jeonghan?’ Normally, one could not drink water in such a situation. How is it possible that he is still eating sweets?

“You don’t have time to eat!”

“Leader, you don’t understand.”

“Huh?”

Wei Yanho smiled and wagged his finger.

“It’s the Demon Cult.”

“Yes.”

“So, there will be chaos, where will I get food? I must store food.”

“……”

“It is a wise decision to prepare for the future, but you complain, it saddens me.”

Chung Yeon turned his head and looked forward. ‘Let’s forget it.’ It was better to forget his existence. Thinking about him is annoying.

*Chomp chomp chomp chomp*.

But the sound of the sweets did not stop.

“Aaaaaaaaaah!”

Chung Yeon, furious, kicked a chair.

Not all the spectators had fled. Although they had come to see the tournament, they were also warriors. Some had participated in the war against the Demon Cult.

Not everyone retreated. Many, unable to contain their anger, drew their swords and joined the battle.

Mo Don from Shanxi, who was famous in Shanxi, had participated in the war against the Demon Cult and had achieved great victories. After the war, he had used that as his achievement, and now he had another opportunity. He would not retreat. Mo Don, who drew his phantom staff, faced the members of the Demon Cult.

*Kaaaaang!*

Mo Don’s phantom staff and the axe of a member of the Demon Cult collided, marking the beginning of the battle.

‘What?’

The moment the weapons collided, Mo Don was surprised. His arm twisted, and he stepped back. ‘What is happening?!’

Fighting against the Demon Cult had never been easy. They sought strength regardless of morals, and they were extremely powerful. But Mo Don was also powerful. He had defeated many members of the Demon Cult, and he considered himself much stronger than before. But after a single blow, his elbow twisted, and he felt intense pain.

‘T… this…’

There was no time to think. The axe of a member of the Demon Cult attacked again.

“Block…”

Mo Don raised his phantom staff with all his strength. But…

*Shhhhrrrrk!*

With a sound like cutting dry wood, his phantom staff was cut. Mo Don opened his eyes as he saw the axe cut through his weapon and approach his head.

‘How powerful…’

*Whoosh*.

His thoughts stopped. His mind stopped, and his body froze. The member of the Demon Cult, who retrieved his axe, looked at Mo Don and passed by his side.

“Trash.”

He only said that.

A red line appeared on the forehead of Mo Don, who was standing without reacting. With a sound like separating a wet cloth, Mo Don’s body split in half, from his head to his crotch, and fell to the ground.

*Thud*.

Although the crowd was in chaos, that sound was heard clearly by everyone. The first death. A chill spread with the smell of blood. Those who had witnessed Mo Don’s death realized.

They were facing the Demon Cult. And this was not a tournament, but a war. A war of blood and death had begun.

“Kill them all.”

“Yes!”

The warriors, who were facing the members of the Demon Cult, had a determined look. Peace was over.