Chapter 187

“……Salwang.”
The last word out of the Black Tiger’s mouth made King Sal laugh, the shattered trachea in his hand no longer serving its purpose.
“What can I do? It looks like the Heavenly Knight’s gifts are finished.”
King Sal was indeed King Sal, who had survived the interference of the Black Tiger and the fierce attack of the Divine Qi Jin created by the Heavenly Exponent.
“…… doesn’t look that good.”
“It should be.”
Like firewood igniting a fire, King Sal’s dagger blossomed with demonic fire. The faint aura of demonic energy was so frightening that it could have come from a dream.
A step, a step.
Then another step, another step.
With each step, he was getting closer to Black Lake.
“The problem was that they thought they could defeat us in the same way.”
At the same time, Haepyo’s hands were extremely fast. It was fierce and rough, and even though the distance was close, it seemed like it could be dodged.
Aaaah!
“……ha.”
Nothing touched. Black Ho’s figure disappeared like an afterimage.
“What kind of prank is this?”
A light sigh escapes him. As if in exasperation, blood and sinew sprouted on Hapyo’s temples. I don’t know how many times I’ve gotten stuck in a rut.
“Prank, I’m sorry to hear you say that. It’s the pride of the Jegalsega.”
A calm, unassuming voice replies, sounding sincerely regretful.
“A novelty. If it’s a shingijin, it’s already a shingijin…….”
“Before you became king of the flesh, we, the Jegalese, attacked you.”
The history of Hai Piao’s exploits was colorful. Before he became King, he had been commissioned by the Jegalese to kill the head of the Jegalese family.
That’s why the Shingijin technique didn’t seem so difficult to him.
“So you have progressed.”
“The fact that you almost killed my father must have come as a shock to you.”
The corners of Hapyo’s eyes twitched at the words.
“You can’t tell me you knew I’d come here.”
“That’s about as far as you can go.”
“……ha.”
King Hapyo’s eyes widened, then slowly returned to their normal position. Jie Gal Zhuhu, who had already realized that Sal Shu’s habit was to cut off the one with the best head first, had already been waiting for him.
It was as if it had been playing in the palm of his hand and had come to this place.
“So you’ve improved so much. Xing Qijin.”
“As you can see.”
As if a veil had been lifted, the darkened hall, its mangled interior, was stripped away and bright sunlight poured in. Hapyo’s expression turned puzzled at the sight.
“…… What the hell.”
There were quite a few familiar faces in Hae-pyo’s eyes.
Huang Bozhong, the Four Great Powers of the Five Great Powers, Pang Hyang, Namgung Hyuk, Namgung Gal, Donghui, Kang Woo-moon, and many others.
“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.”
Hai Pyo laughed in disbelief, then suddenly looked at his entire body from toe to toe and nodded.
“Indeed. I can do that.”
His gaze swept over the countless people in the room, and in the middle of them was Black Lake.
“I suppose he thought it was worth a try, seeing all these bodies, and feeling a little more confident after filling his head with the same kind of people, so he thought he could catch me.”
How many years had passed since Wu Nai Shih-zon, or King of the Flesh, had come to be called by the title.
It’s been more than a dozen years since you’ve been a king in the realm of the living and a shadow of death in the realm of the powerful.
And now he stands in front of you, surrounded by a crowd of bloodsuckers.
How should he take this?
“I can only assume that you ignore me.”
“If so, I apologize.”
The voice was that of Zegalzuhu, and where the voice came from, a grave and dignified figure stood in the field of view of the turbulent sea tablets.
It was Zhuge Liang.
Seeing that figure, Hapyo’s shadow flickered out of existence. And suddenly, he was right in front of her nose.
“It’s always a pleasure to cut down a nasty old man who taunts me.”
Yup!
It was a slash. It was definitely a slash, and he could tell right away because he was the King of the Dead, who had killed thousands of people with his dagger in his lifetime.
* * *
“An illusion?”
“Yes. An illusion.”
He sliced through the air. The scarecrows are sliced, sliced, sliced, sliced. And as the scarecrows are swept away, he sees Hapyeo shouting out his joy.
In Pang Hyang’s eyes, Haepyo has already shed a lot of blood, and yet his movements are truly worthy of his reputation as a killing machine.
Only.
Just.
“……That’s the true method of Xinguijin?”
“As I clearly told Hai Pyo, it’s quite advanced, but it’s a pity you can’t grasp it.”
Zhuge Linghu flicked at the sleeves of his robe, causing his booty to flap and flutter.
A miracle.
It was the best jin worthy of the Jiegale family’s reputation, and it was created by Jiegale Zhuhu, who had the reputation of being a heavenly jin and a divine jin.
When you reach the end of the jinjutsu, the illusion that you encounter immediately dissolves and becomes a white bone.
“Still, it’s good. A king shall live forever as a king, and then die.”
After saying this, Zhuge Linghu flipped his body around and around, and Fang Xiang stuck out his tongue in disbelief.
One in a million,
One in a thousand.
Worried that something might have happened to him, Fang Xiang mobilized all of his resources and focused on his surroundings, only to be horrified to see that the flesh king was trapped.
He had broken through countless tracheal chokeholds,
but his wounds were growing and he was getting tired, as if he couldn’t cover the sun with his palm.
The trick of the Jegal Juhu, which trapped him forever, only gave him goosebumps, and it shocked not only Pang Hyang, but also Nam Gung Hyuk and Nam Gung Gal, and made Hwang Bo Gyeom and Sadaekwon Sung drool.
What a winner,
and Jie Gal Zhu Hu.
As they left, there was a man who stood by and watched the meaningless slashing of the sea chart until they were all gone.
It was none other than Black Tiger.
“It’s pointless.”
He remembered his lover, who had died at Hapyeo’s hands.
“I thought it better to kill him, but now that I think about it, it’s too much of a luxury for you to die so quickly, and you shouldn’t die so easily.”
There were many people who died from King Haepyo.
Hundreds of blood had been shed to become an express killer.
But there was one who had created rivers of blood that even he dared not think of, and that was King Haepyo.
“So look back, forever trapped in the shackles. If you cannot look back, then accept your own death.”
Perhaps it was a death unworthy of the name Salwang, but Black Ho felt that it was Salsu’s destiny.
Odo-do-do-do
He could feel Inyoung running toward him. He turned his body without realizing it, and in the next instant, he saw a small spirit leaping toward him.
Warak-!
The tiny figure in his arms was trembling.
“Ah, Dad.”
The words that came out of his trembling mouth were,
was fatal to Black Tiger, who was insensitive to emotion and felt regret for his life as a killer.
“Dad. Where are you going now?”
“…….”
His throat tightened. He gripped his neck and body tightly and wouldn’t let go, wondering what kind of strength could come from such a tiny body.
I was glad for that. The dew in the corners of his eyes wouldn’t be noticed.
“Daddy, you can’t go anywhere now.”
The child cried out again, clasping her hands together and not letting go of Black Tiger’s body, as if she wanted to hear what he wanted so badly.
I felt like I had to answer him.
“……Yes.”
I melted my tears, and managed to answer with a single word.
I’m not going anywhere.
I could see the blurry afterimage of Black Lake’s two eyes.
Yeon-ah, Yeon-ah.
Watch over us.
Watch over us from above.
I could feel my lover’s touch and warm smile.
* * *
Tang In-lang’s right shoulder blade is torn off. Choking on his breath, Tang Yinliang could barely scatter any more memorization from his sleeve.
“Damn you!”
He cursed, desperate. How did this happen?
“Get a grip, you crazy dango!”
Jong Rihyeop, their joint master of ceremonies, shouted, for if Tang Inlai was killed, he too would die.
The two sincerely struggled to live.
But.
Pfft!
Tang Yinliang’s eyes lit up with life. Hai Guoyan’s merciless hand had pierced his left breast.
“I think I caught you right with the fresh one.”
At the sound of Hae Gu-yeon’s voice, Jong Ri Gyeon’s eyes filled with blood. It was Jong Ri Gyeom, who had fought with Tang In Liang for a short time and struggled not to die.
With someone dying right next to him, even he couldn’t keep his sanity.
But.
“What difference does it make if you’re angry, even if you struggle, it won’t make up for the gap.”
Hae Gu-yeon’s touch reached Jong Ri-hyup.
She pierced his throat with a single blow.
Just like that, someone died on the Yangtze River.
A death we wish hadn’t come.
And then.
“Kaaaaaaaaaah!”
For some, it came as a scream of grief.
Seeing the poisoned Tang Miyan flying towards him, Hai Guiyan smiled bitterly.
* * *
Fuhua ahhh!
The middle of the Yangtze River exploded and the water rippled. At the same time, a swarm of silver waves rained down on Qi Sheng, who leapt into the air and twisted his body in six movements before landing on the ferry.
They squeeze him from all sides,
He gritted his teeth as one of the Dead Sea tide’s waves came right up to his nose and unleashed its nimble fingers.
Things were not looking good. On the Yangtze River, the wave was a fish out of water. More than just being outmatched, the tide was pulling him away from the group.
As if to isolate him completely.
“No, we shouldn’t have anyone else interrupting our entertainment.”
“……Entertainment.”
Boom!
And then.
The waves crashed in with a resounding crack.
A giant shadow and a hulking Inyoung battled it out on the water, and it was having an effect even here.
Waves rose with each swing of the Unworldly Sword.
The water rippled as the red and blue sword swung.
With each thrust, the waves splashed and lapped at the ferry. At the same time, the movements of the silver fish slowed down.
And the eyebrows of the old man twitched.