Chapter: 442

“Huh?”

But the sword didn’t even budge as if it was a thousand-ton boulder.

“W-what are you... AAAARGH! YOU!”

Mukeum then shouted frantically as the sword poked into his neck. It seemed like she was going to kill him without hesitation.

‘NO! The Crown Prince will not let this one go!’

Bu Churyong thought he had to stop Chun Mukeum from being killed. Chun Yeowun killed Mu Jinwon just because he had threatened him even when the Lord was present.

Bu Churyong knelt down on his knee and bowed.

“Crown Prince! I understand you are angry, but he is still your brother with a different mother! Please forgive his mistake!”

Ja Kinkeng, who was also quick on his thinking, knelt down and shouted.

“Please forgive him!”

They had to allow Chun Mukeum to stay alive. Two high-ranked elders knelt to ask for forgiveness. They had thrown away all of their pride. But Yeowun ordered coldly, “Kill him.”

“Yes, my prince.”

Yin Moha then tried to push in her sword.

“NOOOO!”

Bu Churyong then charged out like lightning and smacked Yin Moha’s sword with his blade.

“Argh! My neck!”

It made the tip of Yin Moha’s sword slightly rip Mukeum’s neck and Mukeum quickly jumped back. Yin Moha tried to attack Mukeum, but Bu Churyong got in the way.

“STOP!”

“Hah!”

Two superior master level warriors then collided against each other. Bu Churyong, who figured Yin Moha wasn’t just a mere guard, became shocked.

‘How can a mere guard can be this strong?!’

His hand that grabbed the blade shook every time it collided with the sword. He thought he would be stronger, but he was wrong. After three formations, two of them backed away from each other. No, it was actually the third elder who returned with sweat running from his forehead.

‘What is this woman? How is she a mere guard with such power?’

After exchanging three formations, Bu Churyong was certain that she wasn’t just a guard. This woman was either at the superior master level or even higher. That’s when something happened.

“C-Crown Prince! STOP!”

Ja Kinkeng shouted and Bu Churyong turned.

“WHAT?!”

Chun Yeowun was next to Chun Mukeum, with his White Dragon Blade aiming at Chun Mukeum’s neck. Mukeum was pale in his frozen state from fear.

“Ugh...!”

If Chun Yeowun moved slightly, he was going to kill him.