Chapter 119 : Blood Shadow Ghost
Windows and doors shattered simultaneously as Lama monks in red robes barged into the guest hall.
Their eyes were already devoid of sanity.
Pupils flushed red without any whites, and black saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths.
It was an appearance similar to the Blood Poison Demon n I had seen in the underground of the Great Thunder Temple.
"Kuaaaah!"
I lightly waved my hand toward the monks charging in while screaming strange sounds.
"You're ruining the tea-drinking atmosphere."
Whoosh!
Purple flas blooming from my fingertips swallowed the monks standing at the front.
However, as if they couldn't even feel pain, they swung their swords even with their bodies burning.
"They have been completely encroached by the Blood Cult's evil arts."
Cheon Deung-jin bit her lip.
Sadness and anger crossed in her eyes as she watched her fellow disciples turn into monsters.
At that mont, the temperature inside the guest hall dropped rapidly.
"How dare you step in here."
It was Seol Ye-rin.
The price for touching her nerves, which had been sharpened by the subtle war of nerves with Cheon Deung-jin just a mont ago, was harsh.
Crackle!
As Seol Ye-rin lightly placed her hand on the floor, giant ice spikes soared up from the floor of the guest hall.
The burning monks were turned into ice statues in an instant.
"Third Young Master, let's continue the story later. We need to clean up first."
"......Agreed."
I clicked my tongue at Seol Ye-rin's fierce montum.
The party left the guest hall and headed for the central plaza of the Potala Palace.
The situation was more serious than I thought.
Flas were soaring everywhere, and warrior monks belonging to the Disciplinary Hall were indiscriminately attacking ordinary monks.
"Stop! Are you all crazy?!"
"It is the order of the late Disciplinary Hall Master! Execute the traitors!"
Cheon Deung-jin clenched her fists as she looked at the plaza that had beco a chaotic ss.
"Father......!"
The mont Cheon Deung-jin tried to rush out while drawing up Fire Spirit Qi, I grabbed her shoulder.
"Calm down. The Palace Lord isn't soone who goes down that easily."
It was then.
A massive roar burst out from the Palace Lord's Hall, the highest place in the Potala Palace.
"You bastards!!"
Along with a thunderous Lion's Roar, a golden wave swept through the plaza.
The rampaging warrior monks of the Disciplinary Hall were suppressed by that montum, vomiting blood and tumbling over.
Thud!
A giant shadow landed in the center of the plaza.
A man with bronzed skin and hair fluttering like a lion's mane, the Potala Palace Lord, Cheon Jeok-pa.
In his hand was a giant Vajra, and ominous energy was dripping from its end.
"You dare dance with swords in my living room? Ja Seong, you are finally crossing the line!"
At the end of Cheon Jeok-pa's gaze, behind the group from the Disciplinary Hall, Ja Seong walked out with his burned face wrapped in bandages.
Behind him stood masters of the Blood Cult emitting a fishy scent of blood, standing like shadows.
"Kukuku... Lion King. It has been a long ti. The tis have changed. If you join hands with the Blood Cult, Potala Palace can rule beyond the Outer Regions to the Central Plains. Why do you refuse that power?"
"Power? I don't need the power of bastards who tried to turn my daughter into a monster!"
When Cheon Jeok-pa slamd the Vajra into the ground, the earth vibrated.
Seol Ye-rin, Cheon Deung-jin, and I saw that sight and quickly approached Cheon Jeok-pa's side.
"You're late, Palace Lord."
At my cheeky remark, Cheon Jeok-pa looked at Cheon Deung-jin and Seol Ye-rin, then let out a sigh.
"It seems the talk didn't go well."
Seeing that Cheon Jeok-pa knew Cheon Deung-jin had visited my quarters, I could roughly guess the situation.
Of course.
"Let's deal with them first rather than talking about that now."
It seed okay to talk later.
***
On the outer wall of the Potala Palace, in the darkness where even moonlight didn't reach, a shadow emitting a fishy sll of blood landed soundlessly.
It was Ma Jo, the Blood Shadow Ghost, the Fifth Blood Lord among the Seven Blood Lords, the seven monsters assisting the Cult Leader who stood at the apex of the Blood Cult.
Ma Jo flicked his finger as if bored.
Condensed blood qi was burning black at the tips of his fingernails.
"Ja Seong, I shouldn't have trusted that old man. In the end, we'll have to secure the key to open the Sanctuary ourselves."
The n in blood robes standing like shadows behind Ma Jo gripped their weapons in unison.
They were not ordinary assassins, but Blood Shadow Assassins whose bodies had been modified by Ma Jo's Blood Art.
Ma Jo's gaze was fixed on Hyeokryeon Yeom, who was standing in the center of the plaza wrapped in purple flas.
'Is he the guy who killed the Seventh Blood Lord Yeon Jeok-ha and made the Sixth Blood Lord Ma Seok-du self-destruct?'
The Cult Leader had said to be wary of this Third Young Master of the Demonic Cult.
Especially the Buddhist Venerable's Divine Item he had obtained possessed energy that was the extre opposite of the Blood Demonic Qi, the source of the Blood Cult.
But Ma Jo rather smacked his lips.
If he could only pollute that pure Buddhist power and turn it into blood qi, his Blood Art would be able to reach complete mastery in a single breath.
Blood Mist Step.
Stealth.
Ma Jo's figure turned into a bloody mist and scattered.
Taking advantage of the chaotic atmosphere, Ma Jo seeped into the shadow behind Hyeokryeon Yeom's back.
He didn't miss the mont when Hyeokryeon Yeom let his guard down while exchanging words with Cheon Jeok-pa.
From Ma Jo's palm, hundreds of Blood Needles, awls of condensed blood qi, rushed toward Hyeokryeon Yeom's fatal acupoints from all directions without a sound.
Swish!
"A dog of the Blood Cult can't erase that sll of blood even in death."
I extended my left hand backward without even turning my head.
Boom!
The purple fla spewing from my palm mixed with the dark energy of the Vajra to form a giant barrier.
The hundreds of Blood Needles burned and evaporated as if screaming the mont they touched the barrier.
"......Tch."
Ma Jo, revealing himself from the mist, landed lightly backward.
Cool killing intent dwelt in his red eyes.
"To approach this secretly, you look like quite a skilled assassin."
I spoke to Ma Jo without panicking at all.
"...How did you notice?"
"Well."
I slowly turned my body.
Seol Ye-rin's Ice Sword standing beside emitted a chill that seed to freeze Ma Jo's blood mist.
"Kukuku...... As expected, you're not ordinary. This Blood Lord is the Fifth Blood Lord, Ma Jo. I will pull out that arrogant tongue of yours and offer it as a sacrifice to the Blood Pond."
As Ma Jo spread both arms, the blood of the monks that had perated the plaza floor soared upside down and began to turn into bizarre Blood Swords.
***
The blood that had been puddling on the floor soared into the air making a grotesque sound.
Every ti the bastard wigged his finger, fresh blood beca sharp sword qi and surrounded .
-Keke, hearing he's the Fifth Blood Lord, his energy is certainly stickier than the previous guys.
-Be careful, Third Young Master. Those Blood Swords have the property of sucking away vitality. Just touching them will twist your qi and blood.
The advice of the Demon Queen and the Sword Venerable grazed my mind.
But I rather smiled fishily and adjusted my grip on the Vajra.
"For so reason, everyone says the sa thing."
As I took a step forward, the frost on the floor collided with the flas and spewed out rough steam.
[Diamond Immovable Wisdom King, Dharma Fire]
The dark radiance spewing from the Vajra mixed with the purple fla and wrapped around my entire body.
Before the dozens of rushing Blood Swords could even touch my body, they evaporated, emitting a terrible burning sll.
The energy containing the essence of Buddhist Dharma was practically a natural enemy to the Blood Cult's evil arts.
"......?! To burn away my Blood Swords!"
Ma Jo's red pupils shook with shock.
The bastard tried to blur his figure and hide into the bloody mist again, but I had already grasped his location.
Because the Buddhist Venerable's prayer beads were pointing to his dirty blood qi like a compass.
"Miss Seol, cut off the retreat so not a single rat can escape."
"Leave it to ."
Seol Ye-rin swung her Ice Sword into the air.
Ice White Divine Art, Ice Dragon Seal Boundary.
A giant ice barrier surrounding the entire plaza soared up in an instant.
Ma Jo's blood qi, which tried to scatter by turning into mist, was trapped in the cold chill and hardened stiffly.
"T-This bitch......!"
Ma Jo revealed his true form and swung a dagger.
But I had already closed in right under his nose.
"You t the wrong opponent."
I was the one who knew better about assassin arts than anyone else.
For a mont, I examined the battle situation with the eyes of a shadow.
The Blood Cult naturally wouldn't know this fact.
The purple fla condensed on my fist exploded toward Ma Jo's chest.
Kaboom!
Ma Jo hurriedly put up a Blood Curtain to block it, but he couldn't kill the impact.
The bastard was pushed back dozens of jang and scraped the floor.
I glanced behind .
The Potala Palace Lord, Cheon Jeok-pa, was swinging a giant dharma staff and rampaging like a lion against Ja Seong and the Blood Cult's assassins.
Cheon Deung-jin was also emitting Fire Spirit Qi and protecting the palace's monks.
"A lot of you ca."
"Kuku, it's not just this Blood Lord. The Blood Cult will occupy this Potala Palace!"
"According to whom?"
I thought of the forces that hadn't appeared in the venue yet.
If it was those guys, they would definitely co here.
Regardless of what blocked them.
"Captain!"
"Young Palace Head!"
"Are you okay?!"
At the shout of the Small Snow Squad mbers that could be heard as soon as I thought of it.
I turned my gaze toward Ma Jo again.
The bastard was wiping the black blood pooling at his mouth and twisting his body grotesquely.
It seed the blood qi spewing from Ma Jo's whole body had beco twice as thick as before.
"Kukuku...... Good. Along with that arrogant fla of yours, I will dip the Potala Palace whole into a blood pond!"
Ma Jo scratched his own chest with his fingernails.
The pouring fresh blood began to mold the shape of a giant Blood Demon in the air.
"Third Young Master!"
"Young Master!"
Seol Ye-rin and Cheon Deung-jin approached my side.
"If we just deal with that guy, can we save the Potala Palace?"
Cheon Jeok-pa also began to look at the Fifth Blood Lord, the Blood Shadow Ghost, with a hardened expression.
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