Little Demon Reversion to Youth

Chapter 203

Baekji was neither in a hurry nor was he dawdling.

Even after arriving at 'Shi Fortress', he did not immediately participate in the battle. He stealthily entered and stood on one side of the square, watching.

'Peace has been long...'

'Shi Fortress', which was the front line of the sect, was collapsing helplessly. Even the martial forces that had come to support were being swept away by the formation of the 'Mingshan Sect' and were melting away.

Baekji's gaze was on the old ancestor of Mingshan, who was sitting on the eight-person palanquin. The old ancestor of Mingshan was still trimming his fingernails.

The old ancestor of Mingshan was not aware of Baekji's energy.

Was it a coincidence? The scholar in black, who was looking around the battlefield, met Baekji's eyes.

"...?"

The scholar in black frowned. He had felt a sense of unease.

'He's a young brat...'

The sight of Baekji, who had appeared in the middle of a fierce battle where lives were at stake and was watching leisurely, bothered him.

Baekji, towards the scholar in black smiled.

The scholar in black raised his folding fan. He was about to order an attack on Baekji.

Kwang―!

As 'sharp energy' exploded, Shi Fengsheng was thrown out and staggered back to Baekji's front. The 'seven-star formation' had followed Shi Fengsheng and had surrounded Baekji as well.

The scholar in black lowered his folding fan. He was now able to naturally grasp Baekji's martial prowess.

The men in gray who had formed the 'seven-star formation' were about to attack Shi Fengsheng and Baekji at the same time...

"―!"

As if an invisible wall had been put up, they could not get close. The men in gray were flustered.

Baekji, after putting up a wall of 'protective energy', said to Shi Fengsheng, "How pathetic... a brat who is going to step forward for the 'Great Successor War' is struggling, unable to even take out seven brats."

Shi Fengsheng was dumbfounded. Although he had been defeated by Baekji, he had not known that the difference would be this great.

Baekji had blocked the approach of the men in gray with just a 'sharp energy' wall.

Shi Fengsheng's strength drained at the vastness that he could not possibly catch up to.

Baekji's gaze turned to Quan Ma, who was fighting a fierce battle in the 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation'. So Ya-hu's memory was only of the previous 'Ten Demonic People'. Although he had ascended to the position of Young Lord at that time, he had not had a chance to encounter the martial prowess of the 'Ten Demonic People'.

Quan Ma was not inferior to Lei Mo and the 'Soul Demon', whom he had already seen.

'It seems a decision will not be made on that side for a while...'

Baekji's gaze turned to the square where a chaotic battle was taking place.

The successors were at least living up to their names, and although they were struggling, they were holding out. The 'Shi Fortress' martial artists were also forming a square formation and were responding.

The biggest damage was to the martial forces that had come to support. They had jumped in before they had even grasped what kind of fight it was, and they were seeing blood.

Even if they fought one-on-one, it was difficult to gauge the chances of winning, but since they were attacking using a formation... the martial forces of the Zhu family and the Hong family had suffered great damage in the beginning and were retreating.

"What are you doing? This is not the time to just watch!"

Shi Fengsheng shouted.

"Wait. We have to know what those brats are aiming for, right?"

Although 'Shi Fortress' was in a state of confusion due to the sudden attack of the enemy, they were responding somehow.

Baekji was curious about the old ancestor of Mingshan's intentions. The 'Mingshan Sect' was clearly aware of the sect's full strength.

Even now, more than half were watching with their arms crossed.

Nevertheless, most of the casualties were on this side.

If they had prepared this much, they would have immediately destroyed 'Shi Fortress' and would have headed for the main headquarters, but they were dawdling here.

'By any chance?'

Baekji's face hardened.

What if someone from the inside responded while they were hitting the outskirts?

If the Hyuk-ryeon family were to plan a rebellion, they would surely use such a move.

Baekji's heart became urgent.

Baekji took a step forward and burst the wall of 'protective energy'.

Pa-ang!

The men in gray, who had formed a 'seven-star formation' and were looking for a chance to attack, were all thrown back.

Baekji, towards the battlefield, said a word.

"Stop! This is it!"

Although it was not a very loud voice, it was clearly heard in the minds of everyone on the battlefield.

At the same time, the old ancestor of Mingshan, stood up, and the scholar in black looked at Baekji with a blank look.

Quan Ma and the men in gray of the 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation', who were fighting a fierce battle stopped.

The enemy and the ally, as if they had become stone statues, looked at Baekji, hardened.

Baekji said to the old ancestor of Mingshan, "Are you the old monster of the 'Mingshan Sect'?"

The old ancestor of Mingshan looked at Baekji with slightly dazed eyes.

The one word from Baekji that had stopped the fight just now was neither a shout nor telepathy. It was a technique of implanting it in the listener's mind like a 'wisdom light mind word'.

Since that one word contained Baekji's will, the listeners had stopped their hands without realizing it.

The old ancestor of Mingshan's gaze swept over Baekji, who was at a distance of about thirty 'zhang'.

"Did you come to take revenge for the 'Mingshan Sect' of fifty years ago?"

Although Baekji's words were low, everyone heard them clearly.

The old ancestor of Mingshan's pale white eyebrows twitched.

He was clearly a young brat... but he mentioned the events of fifty years ago as if they were yesterday's.

"Who are you?"

"They say I am So Baek-cheon of the So family. A while ago, some brats like these were in the way, so I beat up a few, but I don't know if you heard the news."

The old ancestor of Mingshan's gaze turned to the scholar in black.

The scholar in black approached from the side and used telepathy.

―A while ago, the brats who had gone to attack the 'Blood Wind Squad' had attacked a caravan, and the leader had died, and several brats had been injured. I was about to report as soon as the full story was grasped.

The old ancestor of Mingshan nodded his head. It had been a long time since he had not heard trivial reports.

It was enough that he knew now.

The old ancestor of Mingshan turned his gaze to Baekji.

"So that's what happened. The So family... you must be a descendant of the Cult Leader."

A look of deep-seated resentment crossed the old ancestor of Mingshan's eyes.

He had been defeated by the Cult Leader and had lived, buried in the darkness of the underground for decades.

As soon as he had come out of the darkness, he had met a descendant of that brat, and his resentment boiled up anew.

"Keu-heu-heu... I was going to erase even a single ant of the So family anyway. To think that you have appeared on your own feet, this is truly welcome."

"Do you have the skill for that?"

Baekji spat out.

Although the old ancestor of Mingshan was dumbfounded, he thought that the one holding the hilt of the sword was himself.

It was a revenge he had been planning for decades. He was confident that the three thousand elites he had brought were a martial force that could sweep the Central Plains and still have some left over.

Although the Demonic Cult was strong, he had a thorough grasp of their full strength.

He also had a reliable ally within the enemy. When the time came, they would respond on their own.

Most importantly, the Cult Leader was dead. The only being he had felt fear for in his entire life.

Since he was dead, he had no opponent now.

However... that young brat was not to be trifled with.

It seemed he would have to use the 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation' on that brat.

The old ancestor of Mingshan's gaze turned to the scholar in black next to him. The scholar in black was quick-witted.

As he raised his folding fan and moved, the men in gray who had been forming the 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation' soared into the empty air and then landed around Baekji.

Shi Fengsheng, who was trapped in the formation along with Baekji, his face hardened. He had also seen Quan Ma and the 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation' fighting.

Although Baekji was not, he would probably not be able to withstand a few moves and would become a bloody mess.

But his nape was lifted, and his body flew into the empty air.

It was Baekji, who had grabbed Shi Fengsheng's nape and had thrown him back.

Although Shi Fengsheng's face turned red, he pretended not to see and closed his eyes.

Baekji drew his precious sword.

The men in gray, without delay, activated the 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation'.

The successors, except for the successors, and the warriors of 'Shi Fortress', the Zhu family, and the Hong family, found this situation difficult to accept.

Although it was fortunate that they had escaped the danger of death... to think that So Baek-cheon, who was a descendant of the Young Lord, would face the 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation' alone? Even Lei Mo had not been able to gain the upper hand until now.

An invisible energy flowed from the 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation' and pressed Baekji. It was an 'invisible sharp energy' that seemed as if it would grind the person inside.

"Be careful. Those brats... are not one."

Quan Ma said a word to Baekji. He was interested in the grandson of the Young Lord, whom he had only heard of in words. Besides, he was curious as to how he would deal with the 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation', which he himself had struggled with until just now.

Of course, he did not expect it. He intended to jump in right away after grasping the weakness by watching the 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation' move against Baekji.

Although it was difficult to grasp from inside the formation, he might be able to know the weak point from the outside.

'Just hold on for a little while.'

Quan Ma inwardly cheered for Baekji.

The leader of the 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation' was inwardly flustered. The 'invisible sharp energy' formed by the energy of one hundred and eight people was grinding the inside of the formation like a millstone, but no resistance was felt.

If it were a normal person, he would have become a bloody mess a long time ago, but Baekji was just holding his precious sword and was examining it from various angles.

The rushing 'sharp energy' was clearly just passing by Baekji.

The 'realm of harmony'.

Baekji was receiving the 'invisible sharp energy' of the 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation' with his 'protective energy' and was turning it into nothing.

The leader, who could not know this, was just inwardly flustered.

"Attack!"

The 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation' was a formation that originated from the 'Shaolin One Hundred and Eight Arhat Formation'. It was fundamentally a defensive formation for dealing with masters.

Although the scholar in black had added an offensive formation by looking at his hands, he would not use it unless it was an unusual case. Because the masters who were trapped in the formation would run wild first, so they just had to respond.

Since Baekji was just deflecting the pressure of the 'invisible sharp energy', the leader had no choice but to order an attack.

The movements of the men in gray, who were occupying the positions of the 'One hundred and eight demonic prison formation', gradually became faster, and at some point, they became extremely fast.

Baekji was holding his precious sword and was examining it, and he was controlling his inner conflict.

The moment he brandished his sword, several brats would die. Although So Ya-hu's memory was telling him to kill the opponent, Baekji's nature was rejecting it.

In the meantime, four men in gray rushed in and brandished their sabers.

Baekji raised his precious sword, and the sabers rushed in in succession.

Exactly four clashes. But the strength doubled as it went on.

'Look at this?'

Baekji felt his hand, which was holding the precious sword, tingle, and he knew why Quan Ma had struggled.

The strength of one hundred and eight people was contained in one saber.

At the same time, a thought flashed through his mind.

Baekji took a step forward towards the formation, where the energy of one hundred and eight people was contained, and stabbed with his sword.

The 'Heaven-Shattering Divine Sword', the family sword art of the So family.

The sword art, which was feared in the Central Plains as the 'Heaven-Shattering Demonic Sword', was unfolded at Baekji's fingertips.

Before the sword had even clashed with the saber of the one who was in the lead, countless 'sharp energy' rushed in. The men in gray who had formed the 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation' clenched their teeth at the pressure as if a great mountain were rushing in.

With a roar that shook the axis of the earth, the two energies clashed.

Baekji rotated his sword once, fixed his grip, and stabbed again. Although he was at a realm where he no longer needed forms, he followed the forms of the 'Heaven-sundering divine sword'.

The internal energy of nearly two thousand years, which had been formed in the 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation', and Baekji's energy clashed properly once again.

The aftermath of the clash of the two 'sharp energies' spread to the surroundings.

The ones who were in this place were all martial artists who were said to be something. Although it was not visible to the eye, there was no way they did not know that a storm of enormous 'sharp energy' was raging.

"Avoid it!"

"The pavilion is collapsing! Be careful!"

Although they were dumbfounded at the clash of a realm they had never heard of or seen, they flew their bodies and avoided it.

The eyes of the leader of the 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation' widened to the point where they could not widen any further.

The attack just now was the secret move of the 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation'.

Although he had not needed to use it while dealing with Quan Ma, since Baekji's martial prowess was not ordinary, he had unfolded it right away...

That monster had received the energy of over two thousand years with his bare body.

'He's not human!'

The moment the leader of the 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation' was astonished and was occupying the offensive position again.

"Get lost!"

With Baekji's shout, a huge 'sharp energy' poured out from his precious sword. The 'sharp energy' that had soared from his precious sword was a huge whirlwind itself.

The storm of 'sharp energy' covered the 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation'.

"Keu-a-ak!"

"Keok!"

The men in gray who had formed the 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation' flew up in the whirlwind of 'sharp energy'.

(End of Chapter)