Chapter 132

The world of Murim is a world where silver is the standard.
At the very least, silver and yin are the elements that encompass the mighty and penetrate the hearts of all. To ignore them means to be unable to attach one’s footing to the powerhouse.
At least the human in front of you doesn’t mind being resented by so many people.
Fang Xiang knows that such humans tend to be self-destructive.
There is no back, no end, destructive and violent.
Fang Xiang gritted his teeth as he realized how violent they were. He had to stop himself. At least as a participant in this competition, the Fengyun Sect, he felt a great responsibility.
“I really like the look in your eyes. I’ve never seen so much of you since I met you, but I’ll give you your first tournament. Only with an experienced man can you become a woman.”
The sight of her sobbing and raving was truly grotesque. I couldn’t believe that I was in the Fengyun circle.
Moreover, those creepy eyes had already coveted her dozens of times.
“Is that what a human being with a family, a household, and children would say?”
Mo Yongyan laughed out loud. Not knowing what was so funny, her little laugh gradually grew louder.
“Hero-hot girl, hero-hot guy. A hero must have a beauty. What nonsense you speak. You believe in pure love, and that’s why you don’t know the world yet. Take me into your arms, and I will show you that there are pleasures and other pleasures in the world.”
She was so full of energy that no words came out, but the dance had to end.
The front of her robe is covered in red blood. I felt the hot blood soaking me, but what can I do?
Forget it.
Fang Xiang had no intention of stopping.
The momentum of the Wu Hodan Mundo was boiling over. So I opened it.
The Five Tiger Danmundo, a slaughtering technique.
Pingxin Houtan Se.
The five elements of the Five Tiger Danmundo, and the realization of meat-eating that was attained toward the end, except for the extreme seven meals.
This meant that the tigers were about to set out. Five of them appeared, unarmed and semi-armored.
Kurrrrrrr.
The gnashing of their teeth as they advanced, ready to chew and devour Mo Yongyan at a moment’s notice.
The beast’s huge front paws crushed down, crushing Mo Yongyan’s weak body in one fell swoop.
At the same time, Bum’s leap causes his massive body to crush Mo Yong-yeon.
Even Mo Yong-yeon, who had hit Bae Soo-jin, is helpless to do anything more.
The crowd holds its breath. It’s amazing that a woman’s body can show such a defeating momentum, but Beom’s momentum makes me hold my breath and watch.
At this moment, Ho Liang’s perception of Pang Hyang would be imprinted.
“A woman is a woman.”
Hmph.
The two arms crossed and moved in a circle. But she is unperturbed by the figure of Bum, who seems to be tearing the world apart.
Oh, no.
She takes a step forward and stretches out her hand to meet the momentum of the crusher.
Hooooooooo!
“I suppose it’s only fitting that it should taste so foul.”
Kurrrrrrr!
Wham!
The moment the bum’s front paw struck, the unarmored floor cracked and cracked, sending a shockwave through the unarmored area.
People looked up with short exclamations.
They must be bloody.
Does he deserve to die like this?
Arthur, don’t let them kill him.
The army stirred and rose to its feet, and Ho Tae-do watched. He hoped that his nephew would end without further injury.
Even with the rare art of Wu Hodanmundo, it was not an easy fight, and Fang Xiang hoped that Fang Xiang would gain much enlightenment from it.
Aside from that, Mo Yongyan’s eyes and movements were strange and burdensome. Her body was marinated in tension, and she was sweating profusely. Mo Yongyan’s movements were so bizarre that even she didn’t have a chance.
The sandy wind soon enveloped the unarmored figure like a white mist, causing people to wonder.
However, Fang Xiang’s placid tactics and Bum’s aura continued unabated.
Kwao! Kwao!
The spectators’ mouths were filled with admiration at the uninterrupted momentum.
“Indeed. It is indeed Pangga.”
“So it’s not just the Southern Palace.”
“Judging by that grim smile and the look in his eyes, he should have been punished. I’m afraid not.”
“Cancer, yes.”
Fang Xiang took a breath and calmed his mind. Even Mo Yongyan wouldn’t be able to take this.
She had to be confident. He turned around and felt two people’s eyes on him with concern.
First was Fang Gak, who had been looking worriedly at her the entire time. His worried gaze made me feel unnecessarily flattered.
He wanted to show them how far he had come.
She wanted to see her uncle’s eyes light up with recognition, even though he still treated her like a child.
And then there were the eyes of the Grand Duke of the Southern Palace. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking. He looked worried, and he looked relieved.
He hoped that he wouldn’t have to face this strange Mo Yong family in front of him. At the very least, I knew that I would have to perform as well as he did to stand proudly beside him.
I would win and dare to meet him in the final and fight him hand to hand.
She would feel his many stories firsthand, and if she was right about what she was feeling for him, she would confess her feelings to him at the end of this Fengyun Festival.
That was Pang Hyang’s wish.
But.
The Grand Duke’s face twisted, and he shouted.
“……!”
I could barely hear him. I could tell something was going on from the serious look on his face.
The dried blood soaking my apron has thickened.
“Fuck……!”
I can hear it clearly. I can hear it now, but already.
Kurrrrrrr!
The voice of the killer faded away.
“Onya, I’ll take it. So, you too.”
Kwajik! Kwajik!
The killer’s aura dissipates, and they condense into Mo Yongyan’s grasp.
“Run away!”
I could hear it now. The Grand Duke’s voice was clear.
Fang Xiang could see the Grand Duke’s body rise up as the aura that had risen so quickly was quickly crushed, but Fang Xiang didn’t care.
He raised his dao and faced it.
A sinking feeling came over him. The aura was familiar. It came like a wave of familiarity. It was the energy of a roaring killer.
Ah, yes.
The Five Horsemen Gate I just opened also contained the aura of a predatory beast.
How could it be so easy.
Nothing has changed except that Mo Yongyan’s sleeves have become shorter, as if they had been burned.
The pottery of the Wu Hodan Mundo is easy to move.
“Raise your sword! Fight back! You must fight back!”
He couldn’t tell who was speaking. Fang Xiang gritted his teeth. He awakened his spirit.
He almost gave himself over to it. It was coming to bite him at the nape of his neck.
Kwao! Kwaang!
Kwadangtang!
I fought back with all my might, but I was unable to withstand the empty danqian, the energy that I had summoned with all my might.
Wu Hodan Mundo’s momentum was boosted, but all he could do was pause for a moment.
As Fang Xiang fell to the ground, he roared.
“Accept my offer now. As I said before, I’ll spare your life.”
Well.
An offer to become a concubine?
No way. It was one thing to give her youth to an old man like that, another to entrust herself to a man with no heart.
But it was another thing to witness death.
Fang Xiang’s eyes slowly closed as he stared at the aura before him.
There was nothing he could do to avoid it, nothing he could do to stop it.
And then.
Digging!
Kwaang!
A single blue thunderbolt.
Kwao!
Another blue thunderbolt, then another.
Boom! Boom, boom, boom!
Countless bundles of lightning striking at the unresolvable Oho Danmundo, at the aura of the Plain Hoktanse.
I could see it. It was a familiar, familiar aura.
The momentum of the Oho Danmundo was broken, and the oncoming condensed mass gradually lost strength.
“Ohora. This is how you appear. Our meeting will be next time.”
Mo Yongyan spoke, and Fang Xiang wondered who she was referring to, but the question was quickly resolved.
Two people stood in front of him.
One embraced her in his arms. It was a strong arm and embrace. It was Pangak.
“Fuck.”
The other was the young man who had locked eyes with her earlier. The Grand Duke of the Southern Palace.
“You have crossed many lines.”
“What kind of line are you talking about? Was it my opponent’s killing intent, or the hero’s comments about me being homosexual, or him, or my martial arts prowess?”
The Grand Duke of the Southern Palace narrowed his eyes at Mo Yongyan’s words.
“I’ve already warned you once, don’t go into this with such a petty mindset.”
“Then defeat me.”
Mo Yongyan’s mouth curled into a smile. The corners of her eyes are drawn into arcs and her hands are stretched out.
The fluttering sleeves of his clothes, his hair, and his roar of laughter slowly begin to fill the unarmed man.
“The strongest is the strongest, and he who wins has everything.”
“Does that mean you don’t care if I break away from the party?”
Mo Yong-yeon laughs from the waist down, wondering what’s so funny. It was a different reaction than before.
Apparently, if she was embarrassed by the many eyes on her before, she doesn’t care anymore. He seems to have changed his mind.
“I thought about being ostracized and cornered by the political factions. It hurt.”
Mo Yongyan scanned the crowd, scanned the old pavilion, and finally scanned the families of the Six Great Families.
“But why should I bother to join the ranks of a political faction when there are no benefits to be gained from the title of Sixth Patriarch?”
Kugong.
These were the words of the current head of the Mo Yong Clan. No matter what, the words carried a lot of weight and impact.
“Even now, many people are growing up within the Mo Yong family. The ones you dismissed like bugs.”
The crowd chattered as Mo Yong-yeon spoke with such ease. Hearing the chatter, Mo Yongyeon clapped her hands in regret.
“Alas, don’t misunderstand me.”
She was exaggerating. Mo Yongyan’s smile deepened as she scanned the crowd.
“It’s just that it might happen. I’m just saying that I haven’t actually committed to it yet.”
Fuhahahahaha!
His laughter filled the hall.
A chuckle.
And then he looked up.
The Grand Duke of the Southern Palace made a face.