Chronicles Of The Martial God’s Return - Chapter 124

Episode 124

“Do… What on earth is happening right in front of my eyes…”

Go Dam Jin was at a loss for words and his whole body was shaking. The man who was called Gunjageom came forward just before his death. His overwhelming power is beyond words.

But it’s not just that.

There were still many guards around.

Either way, I thought it would be virtually impossible to bring down Mo Yonghyukmun without dealing with them first.

But he stood up.

A person wearing a black mask.

He stood up, grabbed the sword lying on the floor, and started swinging it. One sword, one sword. Every time I swung it, they fell without any chance.

The people who did not even flinch no matter how much they, the so-called Myeong-sooks of the Nine-File Room, attacked, were cut off like tofu and left lying on the floor.

“Uh… Where did these experts come from?”

Kunlun Sect Elder Zhang He also could not control his trembling voice. Such overwhelming and wonderful scenes were unfolding before my eyes.

What further heightens their surprise.

The man dealing with Mo Yong-hyeok.

Although it was clear that he seemed to have become an Irip at best, he was treating Sword Saint Mo Yonghyeokmun, who had gained greater power than in the past, as if he were a child.

Quadadadang!

“Wow!”

Mo Yong-hyeok sat down, coughing up blood.

The sword he extended broke without fail, and the footwork he stepped on did not work. Everything I had wielded and learned through sweat and sweat since childhood had no effect on the man in front of me, as if it were a midday dream.

Does that make sense?

Even if you were the Emperor of the World, it would be impossible!

“This is ridiculous!”

Mo Yonghyeokmun suddenly stood up and swung his sword even more roughly. His crazy swing of the blade did not contain the spirit of the man who had been called a sword saint.

It is simply a sword used to cut down the opponent in front of you.

Kakakakakang!

Therefore, it is light no matter what you do.

Dan Woo-hyeon, who was blocking, had a look of boredom on his face.

“It’s just monotonous and not fun.”

With those words in his mouth, he swung his sword vigorously. The moment the

blade

collided with the blade, an enormous force exploded and Mo Yonghyeokmun’s body flew up. The sight of him flying like a feather was truly pitiful.

Quadadadang!

I was stuck deep inside Maengjujeon. It’s already to the point where you can’t even see what it looks like from the outside. Even those who were watching were unable to open their mouths and had to hold their breath at the overwhelming power seen before their eyes.

“father!”

Only then did Mo Yong Gwan-cheon come to his senses and run into Mengjujeon, screaming. The father called Geomseong, the father who was always at the top no matter what he did and was the object of envy.

Such a father is being trampled miserably before his eyes.

I don’t want to think this is reality.

I need to wake up, even if it’s just a dream, but strangely I can’t.

Mo Yong Guan Tian’s whole body trembled.

What on earth is happening now?

I ran into Maengjujeon and found my father. I saw him alone in the corner, moaning. The moment I rushed to help him.

Quadang!

“Oops!”

Mo Yong Hyeok-mun struck Mo Yong Gwan-cheon in the chest. The moment when his body falls out of the window and hits his butt on the floor.

Suddenly!

“Kwaaaaaak!”

A scream was heard and blood burst out.

What’s going on?

Even though Mo Yong Guan Tian was looking at it with open eyes, he could not understand it. The father’s arm was cut off and blood poured out. And then a fierce roar was heard.

Jump and jump.

At the same time, the sound of the Shinigami’s footsteps got closer and closer.

“Who taught you that?”

“K…hehehe, do you think I’m going to say it?”

Danwoohyeon quietly looked down at Mo Yonghyeokmun, who was laughing. He looked even more scared because he didn’t say anything and couldn’t even tell his expression.

However, there is no fear in Mo Yonghyukmun’s eyes.

It is a completely different emotion from the fear that Mo Yong Gwan-cheon is feeling.

I will kill my opponent.

His bloodshot eyes were saying those words, and he was about to put them into action by holding a sword in his hand. And the moment his attack power exploded mercilessly, he rushed at him.

“die. this guy!”

Bang bang bang!

The power exploded to the point where the entire Battle of the Lords was greatly shaken. As if he didn’t even want to know who was inside or what the aftermath would be, Moyong Hyeokmun was caught up in only the desire to kill himself. however.

“Kwaaaaaak!”

Dan Woo-hyeon’s sword, which cleverly penetrated the space rather than with the force of a rough explosion, dug into Mo Yong-hyeok-mun’s legs, shoulders, and waist.

It was impossible to even see the moment when he was stabbed.

Mo Yong-hyeok, who hesitated to retreat, gritted his teeth.

It can’t happen!

It can’t happen!

Now, he has finally surpassed Geomhwang and risen to a position where he can look down on everything. But what is this guy who suddenly appears?

Aren’t you looking down at yourself?

I don’t like it.

must be killed

must be killed

If we just kill this guy, everything will be peaceful. Just like in the past, he embraces women and treats his subordinates like servants, and among them, he has absolute power in his hands, able to move the Wonmurim with a single finger…

“And… Gwancheon?”

Mo Yong-hyeok, who was gritting his teeth and spitting out anger, saw something at the end of his gaze. This is the son who was crying next to his father just a moment ago.

But how can you lie down?

Why are you vomiting blood?

Why isn’t it even moving?

With a trembling body, I approached Mo Yong-gwan Cheon. I stretched out my hand and felt his pulse. As he felt that he was not running at all, Mo Yonghyukmun’s expression changed with each passing moment.

“…Here you are…”

Namgung-cheon, who had already come inside,

could not hide his surprise. This is the son who was treated harsher than anyone else. However, it could not be said that there was no irregularity.

Just as Namgung-cheon raised Namgung So-hye strictly, Mo Yong-hyeok-mun did not say a single warm word because he wanted to raise her to be a stronger warrior.

Nevertheless, as the days passed, Mo Yong Gwan-cheon did not stop relying on Mo Yong Hyeok-mun, and each time he did so, he became more cold-hearted.

How can it be said that there is no denial?

Since he did it because he loved his son more than anyone else, he was afraid of how Mo Yong Gwan-cheon’s death would come to him.

“Wake up…what…what are you doing?”

Mo Yonghyeok’s trembling voice was heard.

However, Mo Yong Guan Tian still had no answer and did not even show any signs of moving a finger.

“Why! “Why did it become like this!”

Boom boom!

Mo Yonghyeok’s loud shout erupted.

The single word I cried out was loud and irritated my eardrums.

“That’s stupid. “You don’t even know that you killed your son with your own hands.”

“What… what?! “I… I… killed you?”

Mo Yonghyukmun looked at Dan Woohyeon with a strange expression. I gazed at that face full of ridicule and looked back on my memories one by one.

A blow that was launched to attack Dan Woo-hyeon a little while ago.

Without thinking, he swept the surroundings and ended up making the mistake of cutting down even Moyong Gwancheon. It was a sword used only to kill the opponent without even thinking that there was someone nearby.

“Ah… ugh!”

Mo Yong-hyeok’s cries spread out.

He lit up his eyes again and spewed out his anger towards Woohyun.

“I don’t know if I should call him stupid or an idiot…” It’s raining.

It poured down as if to cool a burning flame. Those who hold the sword, those who have fallen, and those who are just watching in a daze.

Everyone was soaking in the rain, engraving the sight in their eyes.

Quadang!

“Keuok!”

The sword saint of the world.

Yonghyeok Mo.

Even though his power does not reach Ohwang, the fact that he is one of the strongest players in the midfield does not change.

At one time, he was the pinnacle of the martial arts faction and was also the object of admiration for all martial arts people. But there was love and hate in the eyes of the people looking at him now.

Anger that Jeongdo Murim was shaken because of that.

It is a sadness that they are seeing before their eyes the tragic collapse of the person they once served.

“haha.”

He is glaring at Dan Woo-hyeon with red bloodshot eyes. The sword he was holding in his hand had so many teeth that it was so miserable to call it a famous sword, and the appearance of the Sword Saint was no different.

My mouth was bleeding and swollen.

There was no sign that the blood would stop flowing. His matted hair was covered in blood and dirt, making him look worse than a beggar, and the white ginseng he was wearing was torn and cut, like his pride.

Nevertheless, Mo Yonghyukmun rushed forward. He gritted his teeth, brandished his sword, and showed off his pride, as if he didn’t want to accept the fact that there was another being he could never defeat. Even if you hit it hard or swing it gently.

You are helpless against your opponent’s sword.

Kakang

Dan Woo-hyeon easily blocked it and pushed it away. Mo Yong-hyeok’s body, which had not only internal strength but also a wealth of experience, was pushed forward and he lost his balance.

Without missing it, I swung my foot as if whipping a whip.

Quadang!

“Oops!”

Mo Yonghyukmun, who had been hit in the face, flew away bleeding. It’s a fight so utterly vain that you wonder if it’s really a swordsman.

Even Namgungcheon, who was watching, closed his eyes tightly.

“Stop… just stop!”

Looking at his friend who passed out without even moving a single inch, Namgungcheon couldn’t bear to look at him any longer. I lost my arm and my son.

He was even crushed to death in front of so many people.

Even my pride has plummeted to the ground.

Why bother him any more?

It is impossible to even release all the knots that have formed in one’s heart.

“Aren’t you going to kill me?”

Dan Woo-hyeon, who was holding a knife in his hand, looked at Mo Yong-hyeok-moon, who had fainted. Namgung-cheon’s words to stop seemed somewhat strange.

But Nangong Cheon shook his head.

“Stop… let’s go back.”

“…Would you regret it?”

Why does that one word sound so meaningful? Looking at Dan Woo-hyeon’s narrowed gaze, he looked like someone who wished for the death of a certain Yong Hyeok-moon.

What more can I do?

I’ve already lost everything.

“Let’s… let him go.”

I heard a small laugh while sighing.

It is the mockery of Apostolic Studies heard in the background. Even though he realized that, Namgungcheon had no choice but to make this choice. It is no exaggeration to say that he also lost everything, but so did he.

However, Nam Gung-cheon still has a family and people in the manor. On the contrary, Mo Yonghyukmun has already lost everything from start to finish and will never be able to get it back.

It was already so miserable.

“Please leave him and his son’s body to me.”

Dan Woo-hyeon looked at Nam Gung-cheon without saying a word. Looking at his expression that seemed like he wouldn’t listen no matter what I said, I let out a long sigh as if I couldn’t do anything.

“I can’t help it.”

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