Chapter 176

Absolute desperation.
It’s a phrase that’s often used by strong men in times of crisis.
So it was in Hong’s life,
especially before he stepped onto the ark,
Hong’s life, especially before he ascended to the ark, was one of a beggar’s life of filth and promiscuity.
In the midst of the white light, the hitting stick, the sacred object of openness, breaks.
When the two hands of the two numbers no longer hold their shape.
“……Why.”
In the third number, Hong Qibo tears apart all of the air power he has accumulated; in the fourth number, he shreds the beggars’ halberds; in the fifth number, dozens of beggars have their necks, waists, and legs separated and become unrecognizable.
There is nothing more despairing than feeling helpless and helpless.
And when a sharp fingertip flies toward Hongabo’s udder, a final blow.
He felt death.
Hwasan said that he had sacrificed himself to choose Queen Gui and Donggui Erjin, and Zhongnan said that he had blocked Galpyeong’s path by blowing everything up in his face as he recalled his mistakes.
The end of the monk Hyeyeon and the Eighteen Nine Hands was death, and they will forever be remembered in the history of the Zheng Clan.
“What a lowly ascent, what a lowly death.
Hong Jiabo said,
only to realize that he’d been made a beggar.
Aaaahhhhh!
A swift fingertip that pierced through the air and sounded like a crack in the air cut his body in two.
And then.
“Open your eyes, Ark of the Open.”
Zzzzzz!
The room, once filled with the thick scent of blood incense, is instantly filled with a cold energy. I open my closed eyes,
“It is ……, you.”
The warmed air turned into ice crystals and fell to the ground, the martial artists of the Four Heavenly Clans who had been slaughtering the beggars of the open field were simultaneously buried in the north wind snow, and the entire body of Bai Guang, who was standing in front of Hong Jiabao’s nose, was frozen in a film of ice.
“You’re a little late. I’m Han Taiwen.”
Han Taiwen.
A handsome middle-aged man with a white beard fluttering in an ornate patterned white robe appeared, followed by a horde of white people from all directions.
There were hundreds of them, roughly counting.
“……Beihai Ice Palace, Bing Tian Great Emperor.”
Hong Jiabao’s mind began to spin as he assessed the situation, and the moment he saw Han Taiwen, he hesitated.
“He’s not dead. He was just stopped for a moment.”
The white light in front of him instantly froze.
She saw his pupils move.
“If you understand what’s going on, would you be so kind as to transport Myuan to the ark, so that me and the Bing Tian Swordsmen can buy some time?”
“Even if she is a princess, fighting against two of the Unae Sipjon is… … .”
He couldn’t say anything else.
It wasn’t the ambition of a man, or the bravado of a man, or the pride of a man, or the pride of a man.
It was something beyond that, a will to do it.
“Ark, I will do my part, and you will do yours.”
Hong Jiabo could feel it. Han Taiwen had unleashed all the power he had built up into Bai Guang, and it had stopped him in his tracks.
Zzzzzz.
Nevertheless, Bai Xiaochuang’s two eyes still moved,
must be due to the unique aura of the ice ball, which is unable to break any season of the Northern Sea Ice Palace.
Kaaaah!
“What a distraction, what were they thinking, leaving our paintings like that?”
Galpyeong flew in as a beam of light, showing off his fierce sword power as he aimed for Han Tae-moon’s throat.
Bam, bam, bam!
Kagagagagang!
The bursting qi waves, the extreme cold qi from his hands, created a northern wind snowstorm that engulfed Galpyeong, while Galpyeong’s sword moved nonstop, slashing at his teeth like the movements of a fierce snake.
It took less than three breaths for this to happen.
Nevertheless, Han Tae-moon was demonstrating with his actions. He was physically telling the ark
“You will do what you must.”
Not in grief.
This is not the time to wallow in self-loathing.
Now is the time to move.
“Gather round, you beggars, gather round. You, you, you, move to Anhui, Sichuan, and Mugan Gok respectively. As soon as you touch, call for salvation.”
“Alright!”
“I’ll go, just stay alive!”
“Go first!”
The beggars nodded and didn’t talk long. The urgency and urgency of the situation was evident in their eyes alone.
“And the rest of you, listen up.”
“Just say the word.”
“When have I not listened?”
The beggars, the ones who had followed him so far without a word, are getting nervous.
Hong Gabo knows it, but now it’s his turn to ask for too much.
“Let us die together.”
* * *
Sneer.
“Hmph. Haha.”
I can see why they say that the Extreme Qigong of the Northern Sea Ice Palace is worthy of being called the best in the world.
Indeed,
I can’t believe you can bind yourself like this.
The cold air not only penetrates through Bai Guang’s every pore, but it also blocks his breathing pores, cutting off the air in the atmosphere, so Bai Guang is caught by surprise.
This moment of confinement must have been frustrating and infuriating.
And yet.
Chirping.
It’s Baekwang, the symbol of the green forest, who has just torn the heart out of a mountain group.
This moment, which would have been a struggle before, would not last long. The energy of the mountain goat, which hadn’t yet melted, was still pulsating from the battlefield.
And then.
Crack, crack, crack, crack!
With a loud crack, Bai Guo broke through the ice curtain, inhaling fresh air through his nose and mouth as he scanned his surroundings.
“……ha.”
The first word out of his mouth was a snort.
Apparently, the two so-called ice archers of Galpyeong and the North Sea had already fallen into a life-and-death struggle.
I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight before me.
“The beggars are here as if they’ve been waiting.”
The sight of a man standing in a double-decker, wielding a stick in his hand toward himself, is enough to make you laugh.
Add to that the serious look on the face of the ark in the center of the room, and it was like a clown show for Bai Guang.
“You should have fled as soon as possible after you were lucky enough to escape with your life because of those ice bowmen. I don’t know why you’re still here, trying to make a fool of yourself.”
“……Tuwang.”
“Tell me. You were too frightened of me to do anything about it earlier, weren’t you, ah, there. I seem to recall that one had a very wet crotch.”
Where Bai Guang pointed, the beggar’s crotch was as wet as a horse’s. A sour odor wafted up, indicating that he had made a mistake.
“These are our beggars. Is that it?”
“What do you mean?”
“Beggars may be cowards, and they may live in shitty conditions.”
I said, “Hongabo.
He ties a few more braided strings around his waist from the center and opens his mouth.
“We beggars are as sure as Eunwon,” he says, ”and if there’s a place that gives us another handful of rice, we’ll go back and kick the bastards out, and if there’s a bowl of liquor, we’ll kick the bullies out. That’s what we beggars are.”
“Have you finished your point?”
White Light’s mane whipped around. At the same time, I feel a pressure pressing down on me from all sides. The beggars’ layers of dustproofing cringe.
Nevertheless, there was something that bothered Bai Guo’s eyes.
Unlike before.
“So we’re going to die here, because if you disrespected us beggars more than anything else, you’re going to have to pay for your disrespect.”
Despite the white light’s momentum, his eyes seemed to remain unflinching.
“Hmph, you’re wagging your tails like a bunch of little shitty dogs, Onya.”
It’s like a day-old puppy wagging its tail in front of a big beast.
“You’re just like the puppy who said he wasn’t afraid of the big beast. I will kill you all. And I’m going to rip his head off right in front of you, the one you’re defending with your lives.”
What the hell is he?
He couldn’t understand what this thing was that he was willing to risk his life to save.
Bai Guang was determined to find out today.
I will slit his throat and crush everyone’s hopes.
* * *
“How did you manage to ……come all the way from the outside world to this distant place?”
“Far, far away. I must come when my friend and benefactor asks.”
Galpyeong’s cheeks tingled at the high level of the ice balls, which extended beyond the tip of his blade and into his hands. I’ve had countless experiences with the Sapa First Sword.
Even the one that threw sand in his eyes,
or a rock to the head of someone whose back was turned when the job was done.
The tactics of thugs and bullies that you’d expect to find in a rough back alley were applied to the Saffa.
And Galpyeong, who had survived the Saffa, had reached the highest level of mastery. But there was one thing that even he couldn’t get used to: the extreme negative energy that Han Tae-moon emitted.
It’s a bone-chilling chill, and every breath you take affects your internal energy. That’s all that matters.
The bone-crushing Yin Qi quickly reached the joints that were fatal to a martial artist.
Elbows, knees, shoulder joints, ankles.
Each one of them was a joint that was bound to fail and cause trouble, and the extreme jigi touched them over and over again.
“You drove the monk to his death.”
At the mention of the new monk, Galpyeong laughs hysterically.
“The rumor has reached the North Sea already. You travel fast.”
“……No.”
Han Tae-moon’s eyes sparkle. A blue glow of demonic fire flickers in them.
“I only knew because I heard his voice.”
Tsk!
Tsk, tsk, tsk!
Han Tae-moon’s icy white body bursts out against Galpyeong’s sword. As Galpyeong’s new sword bounces backward, Han Tae-moon’s eyes dart to one place in panic.
Tukkaaang!
Looking at the source of the noise, he sees that the Green Forest King, Baekwang, is attacking him indiscriminately.
I’ve frozen his movements as best I can, but he’s already broken through.
Han Tae-moon was about to turn and throw at them.
“……Lord Bing, thank you for coming.”
The white-blazing newcomer bounced off the ground and flew away.
And a man stood before the beggars in the open,
a smile on his lips, he takes up his posture.
Toward the open.
And to Binggong.
“Thank you for your patience. And thank you, everyone.”