Chapter 100

“It has become a river city itself. You’ve gone too far.”
Shima smiled at the monk’s words.
“The Golden Immortal has finally completed the art of Kangxi.”
“Is that why you kidnapped the masters of Kunlun, old woman?”
The blue, crimson, and overflowing energy was searing.
The Qingyun Red River Sword’s sword force swung several times, threatening to tear Shi Ma’s entire body apart, but Shi Ma parried it with both hands.
“If I had taken you alive when you were still snotty, I would have finished you in no time. Alas, it was not enough.”
“…….”
Pooh-kaaaaah!
The momentum of the sword that had been drawn up to its fullest extent sliced through Shima’s left forearm.
“It’s no use.”
It took only a blink of an eye for the severed arm to reattach itself, and as soon as the Berserker’s sword swung to reduce the severed arm to powder once more, Kangxi, who was next to him, threw herself at it and blocked it.
“You can’t kill me. No one. Not the heavenly horses, not the blood horses. Not even you.”
Shima, who had been driven away from the Zhongyuan Clan like an outcast, shook off her past and smiled wryly. Kwangseung shook his head.
“You’ve been here before, old woman. Your memory still doesn’t seem to be very good.”
“You’re already old and not what you used to be. You’ve lost all your strength, and you’re no longer human.”
Zhu Wenyuan read the aura of the great wizard. At the same time, he sensed the presence of Zhuge Linghu behind him and curled his lip in regret.
“If it weren’t for him, you would have died sooner rather than later.”
“Perhaps it’s not time for fables yet.”
“Chisel, I don’t think I can afford to be so lax. The child of Shaolin was suffering more than you, and you were not my concern.”
With that, Sima looked at the young man who had staggered to his feet beside Jie Gal Zhu Hu.
“You’re not really pinning your hopes on him.”
Shima’s expression turned puzzled.
“…… But I’m also curious.”
“Don’t pry.”
“You don’t know.”
Shima’s strange gaze never leaves the young man. It fills Kwangseung with a sense of foreboding. It was never pleasant to see her so curious.
“What a bizarre, strange creature he is.”
“What a strange fellow,” Shima read, ”and what a strange swordplay and power he displays for a mere pact.
His superior status, strength, and mental ability to solve the spell on his own was more than admirable, it was dangerous.
More than that.
The moment I saw the depths of his psyche, I realized that he was rampaging on the battlefield.
The art of phantasmagoria leads one to a darkness within oneself, a darkness that no one else knows, and that darkness is Guan Kun, who stands at the opposite end of the spectrum from the Red Turbans.
Not by timing,
coincidental.
Nothing fits.
It is. The child is retrograde.
It must have been given a new life by a trick of the heavens.
Anyone else would call it madness, but Shima saw a possibility. Apostasy is a group that studies the forbidden art of placing disembodied spirits into others, or even defying the fate of the heavens to gain a new life.
Shima, who had been a member of the cult for many years, was intrigued by the young man, Namgungban.
“Try to stop me. I’ll take him.”
Shima’s eyes drew an arc. Despite the maddening sword power of the man.
Blood pooled at the corners of his mouth and trickled down. The mere sight of her shook him to the core, and if he showed the slightest sign of weakness, her magic continued to torment him.
Beyond the realm,
even if he was far beyond the ranks of the masters.
Shima’s mighty power could not be overwhelmed by an adept who treated him like a child.
* * *
“Look at it properly, Van. Look at it properly, and use it as a signpost on the path to emperor that you will one day draw. ”
The Namgung Mubai that I saw in the white light, the single sword he showed me.
It was the completed Emperor’s Sword.
I wanted to unfold it, but I was not yet strong enough to draw it. Because I hadn’t made all six stories mine.
One.
“Do not doubt. Don’t be impatient to create the six stories. It’s said that the more urgent the better.”
Nan Gongyue recalled the stories his teacher had left him.
I felt like I was making my way through a thorny path alone, as no one had taught me and no one had given me clear directions. But then I realized.
“Even if the path is vague, like walking through a fog, there are always signposts. ”
I saw the signpost. From the emperor’s sword that Namgung Mu Baek had opened.
“Goooooooooo- The particles and molecules in the air form the shape of a great sword.
A single sword that will cut the world in two. ”
Instead of the sword of the unrelated Heavenly Wind, I will fill the void with the energy of thunder.
……Emperor Sword Form,
I unfolded the Emperor’s Sword with the power of thunder.
It seems to be burning. All of the energy generated by the dagger instantly went beyond the tip, creating a sword path around me. Shima’s skin instantly distorted in contact.
Seeing Shima back away in panic, the Berserker opened his mouth.
“You’re really pinning your hopes on him, aren’t you? Old woman. I am.”
Kwang Seung laughed hysterically.
“Because he’s more than you think he is, he’s mine. He is.”
As he spoke, I channeled the spirit energy that Kunlun Fa had given me into the tip of my sword, as well as the energy that Jie Galzhuhu had unleashed with his True Art.
Clang!
A thunderbolt split the sky. A black cloud formed and the thunder dragon wrapped itself around me, guiding the sword’s path.
Shima sensed something was amiss and gave instructions to the three river spheres and hundreds of corpses. One.
“Impossible.”
The blue wind swept,
the red sea pushes forward.
They guarded the path of the sword I forged. It is the Blue Cloud Canal Sword of the Virtuoso. Shima’s face contorted, her eyes met mine.
I tried to close my eyes as soon as I felt her special aura surround me.
“Do not close them. Focus all your attention on your sword.”
It was Jegaljuhu’s voice. Jegaljuhu had shielded me from Shima’s illusion with his own aura, with his own jutsu.
I nodded, the tip of my sword sucked in,
and slowly lifted the greatsword formed from the energy of the thunderbolt.
The Thunder King Divine Sword,
That’s what it should be called.
“You’re a madman. How dare you call it the Emperor’s Sword. If Eldest Brother Nan Gong saw this, his expression would have been something to behold.”
Said Kwangseung.
“……I don’t know where to begin, Grand Duke.”
Black Ho stood beside me and took up a spot on the sword path. He swung his two daggers, blocking Kangxi’s path.
Kaang! Kagagang!
Even though I was outnumbered by Kangxi’s attacks, which bounced off my aura, I clenched my teeth as if I didn’t care about the increasing number of slashes.
Another stood beside him.
“If the Southern Sword is the master of the sword, the Fang is the master of the Tao. There’s something to be said for the best.”
It was Oho Danmundo, a woman in the body of a diminutive woman, but wielding a sword larger and stronger than her own, who was preparing for the approaching river city by performing the secret festival of Panga.
The Oho Danmundo was the pride of the Fang family and one of the favorite non-festivals of the Hebei First Dao Fang Gak.
Seeing her performing the festival of supreme ascension with such ease, it was easy to see why Pangak had taken her on as a disciple, regardless of what others might think.
“Seeing the masters, we can’t stand still either. Master of the Southern Palace, feel free to unsheathe your sword. We will stand firmly behind you. Be a pillar.”
A brilliant golden glow surrounded me, forming a shield to protect my back, and it was none other than the three Shaolin, the Eighty-Nine.
“Namu Amitabha.”
“Namu Amitabha, Kuan Yin Bodhisattva.”
One of the other Kangxi was pinned down by Gak Mun, and with the other eighteen Shaolin shielding him from the corpses, he couldn’t have felt more secure. The curses they were chanting sent a powerful aura through his body.
At the same time, dozens of K’un-Lun’s masters were performing nonstop examinations, their examinations imbued with the spiritual energy of Mount K’un-Lun, which was clearing the air around them.
It was protecting Sima from the poison that flowed around her, and around the corpses, and from the powerful poison of the corpses.
The being called Shima had the near-immortal ability to handle dozens or hundreds of corpses, simultaneously control three powerful Kangshi, become a Kangshi herself, and regenerate from an impenetrable body in a matter of moments after being struck by the Blazing Red River Sword.
Therefore, even with the combined might of Wu Nai, Zhuge Linghu, the Eighty-Four, the masters of Kunlun, Fang Xiang, and Black Tiger, I was not sure I could defeat him.
One knew.
“If you leave now, the Zhongyuan Clan will be in even more trouble.”
Shima would probably come back as an even bigger nuisance if he was left alive. Shima must have realized that too, because she stepped back and spun around.
“Where are you going!”
Jegaljuhu’s spear dragonhoo burst forth. Dozens of spiked feathers vibrated, drawing a boundary to prevent escape.
Boom!
With a sound of hollow air, Shi Ma’s body slammed into the transparent crab, which had also drawn a boundary to prevent him from escaping.
At the same time, Guang Xiang became a dot, pointing at Shi Ma’s back, and in one swift motion, he unleashed the Qingyun Red River Sword. Blue and red solid lines were drawn.
“……Ah, no……!”
Dozens of solid lines,
hundreds of solid lines.
The countless solid lines he drew moved as if they would not let go of Shima’s regenerative power. The blood spurting from the corners of his mouth told me that he had reached his limit, but I waited.
I would not miss the opportunity they had created. No, I wasn’t going to.
Digging in.
I walked down the path of the sword, formed by dozens of swords. With each step I took, a black cloud of thunder dragons hovered around me, burning away the oncoming poisons.
At the same time, the thunderbolt sword at the tip of his sword compressed into a single greatsword, forming a small thunder sword.
The Thunder Emperor Divine Sword.
I swung it in one swift motion, unrelenting and unrelenting. The thunderbolt shattered the heavens and earth.
Kwagagagagagang!