Chapter 68

Chapter 68

“……Why, why are you doing this?”
“I’m running out of time, so don’t blame me.”
Guan Guo looked at the Taoist with arcs drawn in the corners of his eyes, and he looked despairing. The smile of the two-armed man with the blue, dead skin was hollow.
Bewildered by the bizarre contradiction, Guan Shuo swallowed hard as he saw the faint glint of madness in the tutor’s eyes. It was not a favorable look.
Or maybe not.
“Off.”
One of the Simmani was biting at a crab foam, his chest crushed. At the same time, the one in his left hand was floating in the air. Even as he struggled and flailed, the guru smiled with ease.
Meanwhile, the skin of the two captured Simmani gradually began to turn black. They were slowly dying, unable to resist whatever strange force had been exerted upon them.
Rattling.
Guan Guo, Mr. Zhao, and the other Simurghi looked at the Taoist with horror in their eyes. What’s going on all of a sudden?
Only yesterday, he hadn’t even touched their hair.
“You can tell me. Where is it?”
“……What do you mean?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.”
Tosa shook his head and clicked his tongue in disbelief.
“You’re looking at me too much like water, because I dragged you here.”
At that, Guan Guo, Mr. Zhao, and many of the Simmani’s eyes widened. They had known that a mad taoist had caused trouble in the North Sea, but this man in front of them had changed their fate as well.
“Did you think I didn’t know?”
The Taoist taps his ear. Mr. Zhao and Kwan Kwak, who had already heard everything, turned to contemplation in response to his tapping.
At the same time, the simmanis underfoot seized up and turned over. Guan Guo and Mr. Zhao bit their lower lips tightly as white masturbation began to show.
“Your scheming.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Tsk. I told you there was no time.”
Guan Guo and Mr. Zhao’s insides burned as they watched Sima Mani’s face turn deathly pale as she gurgled and stopped breathing in the master’s grasp.
And at that moment.
“……Million Year Snow Ginseng.”
The moment the words were uttered, Guan Shou and Mr. Zhao’s expressions stiffened. The corners of the Master’s mouth curled upward, like a snake’s jaws that had caught its prey.
He slowly began to snap Sima Mani’s neck back as if he were going to break her neck.
“Anytime you want to watch me die.”
“No, no, no……!”
He realized how fragile humans were, that with just the lightest of touches, his heart would be crushed, and in his grasp, his neck would be broken and he would die instantly.
And it was Mr. Cho who finally surrendered the white flag.
“……Ah, I will lead you. Please spare the two of us.”
At that moment, I saw Mr. Cho’s hairy, hesitant head,
“Kwak, kwak, kwak, kwak. You found him, I see.”
I realized it was a Taoist trap.
* * *
Kwah!
The black tiger’s body sprayed blood and flew like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the city wall with a thud.
“Kuluk!”
“Black Tiger!”
“Damn it!”
Kului raised his sword and stood guard, not daring to approach Black Lake’s side. It was indeed the palace lord of the Northern Sea Ice Palace.
The white chill that enveloped his entire body sent a chill down his spine. Even at this distance, it sent a chill down his spine.
Han Shuo, who was striding briskly, frowned and looked at Bing Tian Sword Master Wen Yilong.
“You can’t even deal with these people, so you’re moving so slowly.”
“……that.”
“Enough. Right now, I want you to take the entire Bing Tian Sword Squadron, Buping, Han Taiwen, and Han Yu Shang, who have escaped, and bring them before my eyes.”
“……I accept your command!”
Yuan Yilong bowed his head, thinking that it had gone well. He picked up several of the fallen Bing Tian Sword Team members and rushed into the Bing Palace’s citadel.
Han Il-sang clicked his tongue as he watched, and then looked at the three middle-ranked members who were covered in blood and chilled to the bone. They all looked young and strong.
“If they hadn’t been so stubborn, I would have welcomed them.”
A bitter cold wind.
The northern winds of harsh snow hovered over the Hanil-san statue, making it impossible for them to get along. As Donghui and Kang Woo-moon staggered to their feet, Black Ho wiped the corner of his mouth with the sleeve of his robe.
“It’s ridiculous that you’ve been fooled by the Taoists into handing over the North Sea to them and then welcoming them back.”
Han Shuo’s cheeks twitched at the words, and he looked at his grasp.
It was white and icy white.
It was his crowning achievement, the highest ranked martial art in the North Sea, and yet he had been struck down by it, and yet he had gotten up immediately.
“It’s not a trick, it’s a benefactor who broke my delusion. Don’t insult me.”
Black Ho’s brow furrowed at Han Il-sang’s words. It would only be a matter of time before this unruly man became the master of the North Sea.
It’s tempting.
To my liking,
The power of the North Sea would never be the same again. Nevertheless, I was distracted by the Taoist’s words.
I didn’t pay attention to the dynamics of the North Sea.
I ignored the people’s sentiments.
He was only concerned with his own greed.
Countless people flashed by in the corner of Black Lake’s eyes.
Countless villagers, Kang Seok, Chun Shik, Sim Mani, Guan Guo, Mr. Zhao, and the rest.
The Beihai people who blindly believed in the king.
Kang-seok and Chun-sik, who had the courage to say it couldn’t be true until the very end.
Simmani, Guanxue, and Mr. Cho, who continue to fight their own battles to protect the North Sea, even though no one recognizes them.
Ouch.
Black Tiger’s dagger set my qi on fire.
Basically, killing is based on being stealthy and not showing my feelings. But Black Ho didn’t do that. It was because I suddenly remembered someone.
That’s right.
I can’t stand injustice.
“Take the punishment, don’t run away.”
A person who can’t stand to see things go wrong.
They are too strong and too hardy to be out of line.
“Black Tiger, please allow me to share in the punishment he deserves. ”
He doesn’t hesitate to share his punishment.
“I thought you, the stupidest of them all, would be a good match for me, the one who doesn’t give a shit what anyone says.”
He humbled himself and didn’t return the favor.
“So, in this life, lend me your strength. ”
He was a proud and determined man.
The image of his one and only lord, the Grand Duke, to whom he would devote his life, came to mind.
I mean.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
He would not shy away from facing the tidal wave of the blizzard that was about to wash over him. Black Ho threw himself down and crossed his daggers.
Ever since he had received the life-saving silver from the Southern Palace Family, he had vowed to forget about his martial arts as a killer, but for the sake of the Grand Duke.
The Black Wind Sword Style, the First Style. Dark Heaven.
Kiiiiiiiiii!
A tinkling sound echoed across the Beihai. Two solid lines flew toward the oncoming blizzard.
Quadruple quadruple.
Han Il-sang’s eyes widened.
* * *
The fifty elite members of the Bing Tian Sword Squad didn’t come over no matter how he tried, but it didn’t matter. Yuan Yilong looked at the three hundred Bing Tian Swordsmen standing behind him and smiled triumphantly.
With this many people, it should be possible to steamroll a few of the middle ranking members.
Moreover, even if the Bing Tian Sword Elder had escaped from the ice circle, he wouldn’t be able to eat properly for over a year, and he wouldn’t be able to recover his martial arts skills.
He must take this opportunity to finish the job once and for all and cement his position as the Bing Tian Sword Master.
“…… You look like you’ve already won.”
“Of course I have, Your Highness.”
Hearing Yuan Yilong’s words, Han Taiwen, the former Palace Lord of the Northern Sea Ice Palace and the one who had just broken out of the ice cage, revealed a self-deprecating smile.
“What kind of greed would cause you to make such a choice?”
“It doesn’t matter now, I’ve already done it, and I’ve come to this point.”
At those words, a man with a dark, stereotypical martial face standing beside Han Tae-moon let out a harsh breath and tapped the handle of the sword in its scabbard.
“Wen Il Hong.”
“Lord Bupyeong.”
“How dare you betray your lordship’s grace!”
“Must I say the same thing twice? It hurts my mouth, so let’s stop. What difference does it make if you hesitate now; if you have made up your minds, do not hesitate!”
With that, Wen Yihong and the many members of the Bingtian Swordsmen pressed in on Han Taiwen, Bu Ping, and the others, who could not even lift their swords properly.
As Yuan Yilong said, “The water has already been spilled. What difference does it make if we change the situation now, there is no turning back.
Han Tae-moon closed his eyes tightly at the sight. There was no time to waste here and now, not even if he could cure the Han Yu in his care as soon as possible. Nevertheless, he was about to open his mouth when he realized his own inadequacies.
“……Lord Han, it seems you’ve come just in time to help.”
He turned to see that it was Zhongyuan, the young man whose face he had first seen. He looked at the middle-aged man with a sword strapped to his waist, strolling casually through the crowd of more than two hundred people, and thought to himself that he was indeed a large man.
“……Flee.”
“You mean run away, not help?”
Han Tae-moon had spent all his energy to escape from the ice cage and solve the Ten Thousand Years’ War.
Even if he was once the Great Emperor of Ice Heaven, if he couldn’t even eat a proper meal for over a year, he was no different from a commoner.
It was impossible for him to pierce through two hundred Bing Tian Sword Team members with just a handful of strength. At the same time, he had to take care of Han Yu in his arms, and the fifty or so Bing Tian Swordsmen who had surrounded him and promised to protect him were already too weak to defend themselves.
What could a mere middle ranking member do in such a situation?
“This is why Zhong Yuan and Beihai need to communicate.”
“…….”
“Still, this is good as it is. I can make my name known.”
He introduced himself as An Baek, the Iron Blood Sword King.
Han Tae-moon looked at An Baek, who was so relaxed even in this situation, and admired him. What kind of confidence is that?
Even if his own strength and stamina were intact, it would be difficult to overcome this situation.
But he soon realized why he was so confident.
Kwajijik.
The ice wall beneath An Baek’s feet crackled and cracked. The ice wall had been forged by the polearms for hundreds of years. Such an ice wall was losing its shape with the mere release of energy.
At the same time.
“What are you doing, come here. I’ll deal with you.”
It caused more than two hundred swordsmen to hesitate. Just by generating energy.
* * *
It’s already been one sijin. The iceberg circled around and around for another round, and then Ye Gao realized.
They were playing with him.
Kwajik!
“Kuluk!”
Grabbing what appeared to be the youngest by the scruff of the neck and slamming him to the ground, Yogon spoke murderously.
“You ……dare to defeat me, you four.”
He snarled at the old man beside him and unleashed a blood glow. The old man’s limbs trembled, and he fell to his knees.
“I, my lord.”
“If you speak now, I will spare your life.”
“Go, thank you…….”
I had no intention of doing so, of course, but I must find the bamboo ginseng. I’m going to tear the hearts out of these invaders.
I was thinking.
“……Ha, I knew you’d say that.”
The words that came out of the old man’s mouth were not the ones he was expecting, and the look of determination in the old man’s eyes as he cupped his chin took him aback for a moment. What the hell do these people look like?
How could they be so bold as to say something like this, or do something like this, when death was right around the corner?
“If you think the North Sea is going to be ruined because we’re afraid of you, you’re wrong!”
The gaunt old man’s shout echoed around the iceberg.
“It will never happen, it will never happen! You can kill us a hundred times, you can fix us and kill us, but it won’t change that! That is the North Sea!”
At those words, killing intent surged within him. He was disrespected by this old man.
The limits of his patience snapped.
“Come on, I’ll kill you all. What do you need bamboo shoots for? Kill them all and leave the North Sea.”
As he said this, he stretched out his hand.
Kurrrrr!
The Thunder Dragon’s dragon drumstick began to ascend above the iceberg.
It said.
“……Crazy Daoist bastard. Do you think I’ll let you break the Beihai’s will?”
The sword of the Southern Palace was manifested.