Chapter: 1172

“No, how can energy scatter? What the hell is that armor?”

The middle-aged man was shocked as he saw the Nano Suit block the energy.

Even if the attack got dispersed, the fact that Chun Yeowun didn’t even budge made it even more shocking.

[Dispersed the impact of the concentrated energy attack.]

‘Nice.’

Chun Yeowun responded to Nano.

The Gatelinium metal could absorb and withstand a tremendous amount of energy, even the lightning qi of the Dragon Turtle.

If the suit could handle that much, a simple attack wouldn’t even scratch him.

“Kuk!”

Perhaps resentful that his attack was blocked, the master in the iron mask tried to use the same attack again.

There was no way Chun Yeowun would leave it alone.

When Chun Yeowun stretched out his hand towards the iron masked master, a black flame sword appeared in the air and clashed with him.

Chaa! Tatatk!

As a master who seemed to be above Master level, the one in the iron mask bounced backwards.

Phat!

As he flew quite a distance back, the master in the iron mask ended up getting between the Yulin and the Demonic Cult’s battles.

“Ugh?”

Moyong Kang was shocked when he saw that someone had suddenly interrupted their fight and backed away.

The ones in the iron mask were all Superior Masters, and there was no way Moyong Kang could charge them recklessly.

Chow! Crack!

The iron mask split in half and fell to the floor.

He flew backwards because of the impact, but he was unable to avoid the attack from the black flame sword.

But when his face was revealed, Moyong Kang was shocked.

“Th, this can’t be...”

Blood was dripping from his messy white hair and his face full of wrinkles, but when he saw the six seals on his forehead, Moyong Kang knew who he was.

“Saint Gu-jung!”

The old man’s identity hidden behind the iron mask was Saint Gu-jung, the former head of the Shaolin temple.

He was a famous saint who disappeared eighteen years ago.

Moyong Kang, who had been in Yulin for a long time, recognized the man’s face because he had a close relationship with Saint Gu-jung.

“Saint! How could you side with the Blade God Six Martial... huh?”