Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 274

Chapter 274: The Lazy One is Attacked (4)

Umyeong, a prominent disciple of Mount Hua, did not appreciate the name Demon Cult. Since his childhood, he had heard countless stories about the Demon Cult, about how terrifying and powerful it was.

Whenever he heard those stories, Umyeong had two thoughts. The first was, “Were they really that terrifying and powerful?” If they were as powerful as they said, how had the martial world survived?

The reason their power was magnified was to emphasize the greatness of the past generations who had defeated them. But since he hadn’t lived in that era, he couldn’t refute it. That’s why Umyeong had another thought.

‘If the Demon Cult were to appear in my generation, I would fight more bravely than the previous generations.’ Then he could show the previous generations, who boasted about their bravery and greatness, how brave and great he was.

And now, that opportunity had arrived.

Umyeong wielded his plum blossom sword and advanced bravely. The Demon Cult, which he had dreamed of, was in front of him. It was time to prove his bravery.

“Demon Cult…”

What he wanted to say was, “Demon Cult, no one will pass behind me.” But his thoughts did not turn into words. Upon making eye contact with a member of the Demon Cult, Umyeong froze like a mouse that had seen a cat.

Eyes. They were the eyes of a human. But those eyes were different from any he had ever seen.

Umyeong, who had competed fiercely with his brothers in Mount Hua, one of the best clans, and who lived according to his master’s teachings, had never had a day of peace since arriving at Mount Hua, and had worked hard. But in that difficult life, he had never seen anyone look at him with those eyes.

Hatred and malice. Seeing the eyes full of hatred and the determination to kill, Umyeong realized how easy his life had been. He was crushed by the aura before he even fought.

Umyeong tried to speak to calm himself down.

“I… I…”

“You brat!”

But the enemy, realizing Umyeong’s state, sneered and brandished his axe.

*Kaang!*

His hard training was not in vain. His body reacted before his mind. He managed to block the axe heading for his neck, but he could do no more. Seeing the axe approaching rapidly, Umyeong saw his life flash before his eyes.

*Kaaaaang!*

“React!”

Umyeong was surprised to feel a strong blow to his back and looked back. Chunggeomja was looking at him with a cold expression. He felt ashamed. He had not been defeated by the enemy’s skill, but by his aura.

“Tighten your butt.”

“Yes!”

Chunggeomja narrowed his eyes and looked at the approaching member of the Demon Cult. ‘It’s scary.’ His heart, which he believed to be as strong as steel, was trembling. And his arms trembled even more. With just one exchange of blows, he realized that they were the members of the Demon Cult who had devastated the world.

“Kuaaaaaak!”

“H… help…”

“Run! Now!”

Chunggeomja’s face darkened. Unlike here, where they were at a standstill, screams echoed in other places.

‘I thought we were strong…’ They thought they had accumulated enough power without experiencing war. But they had overlooked something, and so had the Demon Cult.

They didn’t know what position those members held, but considering that the members of the righteous clans in Mount Hua did not hold a low position, the situation was the worst.

*Shhhhrrrk shhhhrrrk*. The axe scraped against the stone, producing an unpleasant sound. Chunggeomja looked with a serious face at the approaching member of the Demon Cult.

“More…”

“……”

“More resistance. If so, our training has been useless.”

“Huu…”

Chunggeomja exhaled.

“They were always arrogant and ran away in the end.”

The eyes of the member of the Demon Cult flashed. Chunggeomja’s words seemed to have irritated him.

“You won’t die easily.”

“I won’t die.”

“Kkk kkk kkk.”

The axe and the plum blossom sword collided in the air.

*Creak*.

A sharp sound resonated. Although he felt like his teeth would break, Chung Yeon didn’t notice. He only listened to the screams of his disciples and saw his disciples fall.

“T… this…”

He trembled with anger. His anger was consuming him. Chung Yeon gritted his teeth and took his plum blossom sword. He knew it wouldn’t change anything if he joined the battle. There were many stronger warriors fighting. He couldn’t change the situation.

‘What’s going on?’ According to the Sword Saint of the Plum Blossom, they were the Empty Killing Squad. They were a force of the Demon Cult, and Chung Yeon knew them well.

But the Empty Killing Squad he knew was not this powerful. So, there were two possibilities. The Empty Killing Squad had become stronger, or…

“Is the Demon Cult more powerful than before?”

He didn’t want to think about it. Even the Demon Cult of the past had been on the verge of destroying the martial world. If the Demon Cult had returned stronger, how could they stop them?

Chung Yeon closed and opened his eyes. The important thing was to stop them here.

“Lord Wei!” Chung Yeon turned his head to look for Wei Yanho, but saw an empty seat.

“W… where did he go?”

***

“Kuaaaaaak!”

“Aaaaaak!”

Screams were heard. It was obvious whose screams those were. They were dying. They were the ones who had worked hard in Mount Hua.

Each scream was like a stab in the heart. But the Sword Saint of the Plum Blossom could not go and save them.

“Coolok.” Coughing, blood came out of his throat. It seemed he was seriously injured.

The Sword Saint of the Plum Blossom blinked his blurry eyes and looked at his opponent.

“Are you okay?”

He was not someone who could say that. The Sword Saint of the Plum Blossom smiled, showing his bloodied teeth.

“Brat…”

“Compared to you, I am a brat. But that doesn’t mean a brat is weaker than an old man. Isn’t that so?”

Guangmuliang looked at the Sword Saint of the Plum Blossom with a mocking smile. Although Guangmuliang, a young man, was mocking him, the Sword Saint of the Plum Blossom could not get angry. Guangmuliang had the right to mock.

‘How is it possible?’ The previous Dark Master was as powerful as him. To be precise, he was more powerful. But that was twenty years ago. The previous Dark Master could not be stronger than him now.

Even if Guangmuliang was as strong as the previous Dark Master, he could defeat him. But the result was disastrous.

The Sword Saint of the Plum Blossom, who considered himself one of the five best swordsmen in the world, was being defeated by a young man.

“…Did you take some drug?”

Guangmuliang shook his head.

“It’s a good method, but your internal energy becomes impure. Even you know you can’t reach a high level with that method.”

“I know. I don’t understand.”

A dark aura emanated from Guangmuliang’s body.

“With your closed mind, you can’t understand anything. Even if you did understand, it doesn’t matter anymore. Your death will be a good show for the return of the cult.”

“Damn it!”

The Sword Saint of the Plum Blossom shouted. His wounded pride was destroying his reason. His plum blossom sword trembled and rose towards the sky.

A wind blew. And plum blossom petals began to fall.

Plum blossoms falling. Each petal, which looked real, contained a deadly power and flew towards Guangmuliang.

Guangmuliang clenched his fists upon seeing the approaching petals.

“Foolish…” The sword of the Sword Saint of the Plum Blossom was beautiful and powerful, but it lacked something important.

Murder. The determination to kill his opponent. Without murder, his technique could not threaten him.

His hands extended, charged with dark aura.

Demon Emperor Hand. The power of his hands expanded, larger than a human, and flew towards the Sword Saint of the Plum Blossom. The falling petals lost their power before Guangmuliang’s power.

The eyes of the Sword Saint of the Plum Blossom widened. Seeing his technique, which he had practiced all his life, collapse without even being able to use it, was not simply shocking.

The earth was collapsing, the sky was collapsing, and the world was collapsing.

The Sword Saint of the Plum Blossom thrust his sword against Guangmuliang’s power. And many plum blossom petals appeared.

The petals overlapped, creating a wall of petals.

*Wooong!*

The wall of petals and Guangmuliang’s power collided, creating a deafening sound. And… the result was simple.

“Ugh…” The Sword Saint of the Plum Blossom, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled, covered in blood. Horror, disbelief, and fear filled his eyes.

“Out of respect for your sword, I will let you die without pain. In your next life, serve the Sacred Flame.”

At that moment, Guangmuliang, who was about to kill the Sword Saint of the Plum Blossom, heard a chilling voice.

“Imposing your religion on others is not right.”

Guangmuliang turned slowly upon hearing the voice.

“……Sword of the Righteous Hero?”

Wei Jeonghan smiled and unsheathed his sword.

“Let’s see how powerful the martial arts of the Demon Cult are.”