Chapter 183 Greenery Blindness

Flutter, flutter, flutter-.
The complexion of the Juyugang hardened as it quickly passed the mouth of the village.
A small town of a dozen houses at most is filled with blood incense.
Towering.
Ju Yugang paused in his movements, and the mood was electric.
Private homes dotted along the ridge.
You’re looking for the epicenter of the scream you heard earlier.
Soon, I saw an old house, isolated and far up the hill.
‘……!’
No, more accurately, he spotted a black figure that jumped over the wall and quickly disappeared into the woods.
Enter Stomp the ground.
Boom!
Like the wind, he compresses distance at a rapid pace.
Chapter’s heart sank as the sight of more than two dozen bodies lying on the street flashed across his vision.
Old men, women, and children, they all died.
“Bastard!
The man of honor who hid in the woods was responsible for this inexcusable murder.
Crisp-crisp-crisp!
Zhu Yugang’s eyes suddenly sank deep as he pushed his way through the dense undergrowth.
“Fast!
I’m getting close, but nothing is coming in on my watch.
The distance is not closing.
In the end, Zhu Yugang blasted the maximum amount of Qin Qi into the dragon’s blood.
Quack-!
A cloud of dirt rises, and his new car plows through the woods like a bow at a demonstration.
The wind howling in your ears.
There it is.
Small.
The back of his head.
Blackened exterior.
It was about a dozen pictures at eye level.
One.
The distance was no longer closing.
The Black Poet’s skill in light engineering was equally exceptional.
The fact that he killed in broad daylight like this suggests that he was no ordinary man, but he was more than that.
“Don’t miss it!
Gritting his teeth, Zhu Yugang once again utilized his maximum energy, speeding up his movements even further.
As soon as he’d cut the gap in half, the black poet twisted his upper body.
Chug-chug-chug-chug!
A rush of straight memorization.
It was a bold stab.
Zhu Yugang swung his left arm wildly without stopping his movement.
Boom!
A heavy gust of wind blew out, sending a dozen iron needles flying off to the side and into a dead tree. Impaled.
Black Poet also increased his speed.
It’s that distance again.
“Bastard!
Zhu Yugang’s eyes flashed as he stretched out his superior strength, and the sword at his waist leapt to life as he charged out of the house.
The sword, swift as a bird on wings, was just about to plunge into the Black Tiger’s back.
Poof-!
In the blink of an eye, a thick cloud of smoke spread out, completely obscuring the opponent.
That wasn’t the end of it.
Puff, puff, puff-puff-!
With each successive binge, an inky, jet-black mist covered the front.
A moment later, Zhu Yugang leapt into the smoky space, his hands emitting intangible energy.
Whoosh!
Heavy abundance and at the same time black clouds disperse into the son-in-law.
‘……!’
Zhuyugang’s eyes lingered on a nearby tree.
The sword from earlier is embedded in it.
Together with a piece of torn eosinophil.
Bam!
Zhu Yugang, who nervously drew his sword, then unleashed his Ascension Inner Attack.
However, there were no signs of black phosphorus.
You ended up missing it.
His face darkened.
“Whoa…….”
It’s a sigh as heavy as a heavy heart.
If only I’d gotten here sooner, I’d have been a lot less frustrated.
Kukuk.
Sheathing his sword, he picked up the scraps of black clothing that had fallen to the floor.
It was a cheesecloth, evidence, but nothing special.
A furrowed brow can tell you a lot about a person.
‘The identity of the big bastard is…….’
Hagiya, the beast will not recognize himself as a Wuyang official in plain clothes.
In any case, one thing was clear: it was a martial artist with a high level of light arts.
“We should start by looking into the trends of the local shamans.
Hurrying back to the mountain village, he picked up the bodies around him, one by one, and wondered.
It was the marks of torture.
This is what some of those who lost their lives looked like.
‘Well, he doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who seeks fulfillment or pleasure through a series of murders…….’
See if you can find something.
I don’t know.
What his purpose is.
After completing his apprenticeship, Zhu Yugang returned to Guan and ordered an investigation into the mysterious massacre.
By the way.
The bodyguard, Damenggi, who had been sent out to inspect three or four other villages on separate orders in the morning, returned with an unexpected report, his face saddened.
A mountain village to the east has been defecated on again.
Bam!
Sparks exploded in Zhu Yugang’s eyes as he slammed the desk hard.
“Gah! What a…… one!”
Then Damengi asked in a solemn tone.
“Could it be a group effort?”
Zhu Yugang’s fists were shaking, and his voice was cold.
“We don’t know yet. But if this turns out to be an atrocity perpetrated by the Murim, …… will be at the forefront.”
A voice in your head.
-You have an extraordinary sense of justice and mission, but you shouldn’t expose your identity by getting yourself into trouble.
Zhu Yugang shook his head as he thought of the voice’s owner.
‘I’m sorry. I just can’t help myself.
He had a hunch.
A spate of village massacres has led him to believe that he’s about to become involved in the Martial Arts once again.
‘Wait. I will find you, and I will be unforgiving. Even if I am forced to reveal my identity, I will do so at…….’
And he’s groping his way through his waistline.
There’s something small you can feel, hidden by your clothes.
It was a symbol of secret identity and status: a golden plaque bestowed by the emperor Samajinlong, the master of the Tang imperial court and the lord of the heavens.
* * *
Apo Mountain, home of the Green Forest Alliance, the leading Sect faction in Hubei Province.
Hundreds of mangyans were now congregating in the massive hulk of the plateau beneath the famous Taktop peak.
The reason is simple.
This is because Chul Ryu-Heon’s group was visiting.
The eyes of the Green Blind men, gathered in a large circle in a plaza-like space surrounded by high wooden fences, turned to the stomach.
It was the three people standing there and the horse.
Iron Flow, Sea Smoke, Namgung Sanglin, and Xinfeng.
“Ho ho, that’s the crazy thing I’ve been hearing about…….”
“You’re crazy, man. Look at those muscles.”
“If I put my foot on it, I’d fly to that mountain peak over there.”
“No wonder. You destroyed the eleventh living body of the Meng I saw with my master by trampling on it. What kind of strength is that?”
“Bam, beast, but I envy you.”
“Wow…… who is that beauty?”
“I don’t know. It’s ridiculously pretty, though. I think I’m going to go away just looking at it.”
“You’re not going anywhere, asshole.”
“Hmmm, I wonder if she’s his girlfriend or wife from the Southern Palace?”
“Well, maybe…….”
“Suddenly I want to join the White House security detail.”
“What? You asshole, I’m going to tell everyone.”
“Poof! Hey, you’re honestly thinking something similar to me, what…….”
“Ah…… admit it.”
“But does the iron gatekeeper have no feelings?”
“So…… I’ve never seen anyone so expressionless in my life.”
As you can imagine, there’s a lot of drama here and there.
“Welcome.”
Budonam walked over to the group standing in the center of the large room and greeted them politely.
A figure that followed him scratched his head and said, “I’m sorry.
“Hey…… iron gatekeeper, I’m sorry about what happened.”
He was a man of thirty, with long hair and a gaunt face, and he was the green-haired man, Vi Nghum Daltak.
Chul Ryu Hyeon answered with a nonchalant wave of his hand and stared at the man’s face.
“Good job spreading the word, rumor.”
“Ah…… Yes. It was the right thing to do, since you’ve already given it to me, and the Meng Lord was happy to oblige.”
At that moment, Namgung Sanglin smiled embarrassedly.
“Brother, here we are again.”
“Hoot. Yeah. I didn’t realize it until I got here. I never would have guessed you’d be a White House caterer…….”
Boudonam smiled at him and recalled a conversation she’d had with him before.
-Where is Awo going now? Do you have a destination?
-For now, I’ll be traveling around, but if I decide to stay longer, I’ll let you know, so don’t worry too much.
-Yes. If it were my brother, I’d do it myself.
‘I’m relieved. If my brother has chosen such a path, it must mean that he is a man of the Iron Clan.”
Budonam knows more about Namgungsanglin than anyone else.
That’s why I’m sure he didn’t make a rash decision and become a meal for the White House.
Soon after, you’ll get an iron stain.
“Meng Zhu?”
Then the disheveled man, who had mended his face, quickly answered.
“I sent someone right away, he’ll be here soon.”
Or not.
-What are you talking about?
A hexagonal discharge that rings like a bell.
Green Forest Mongrel Gungro.
The sound of the gurgling immediately quieted the room.
“Ugh, we’ll catch up later.”
Budonam joined my group with Daltak later in the day and took his place in the center of the pack.
Chuck, chuck, chuck, chuck……
A figure in his mid-fifties approaches the front of the Iron Curtain.
The appearance of the Green Forest Mubul Archer.
Namgung Sang-lin and Hae-yeon Hae-yeon shouted in unison.
“Too big!
He was surprised by the sheer size of the bear.
It wasn’t just his size that was impressive.
His curly hair was as unruly as a bundle of black thread, and his beard stuck out like a hedgehog’s.
The violet robes wrapped around his large body made him look like a monk, and his powerful features looked like they were painted with a thick brush.
When the distance between them is closing.
Pak-!
The arrow struck the ground with a loud crash.
Simultaneous and coordinated offensives.
Whoosh-!
Before you know it, your drawn longsword is falling vertically.
The intricately engraved Buddha image on the blade represents the majesty of the Noklim Mubul.
Moment.
Tsk-tsk-!
The sound was followed by a transparent wave of energy that spread out in all directions.
In the blink of an eye, the iron streak intercepted his opponent’s heavy blade with his Red Sword.
Clack, clack……
Sound emanating from where the sword meets the sword.
The Iron Ripple speaks in a deep voice.
“Are you in a playful mood?”
That’s when Gung Lo unsheathed his sword, took a few steps back, and laughed.
“Squeaky clean, iron gate. You know you’re a fool.”
“There’s no way that a sword strike from a master with the color of the Northern Sextant could be that powerful.”
He sheathed the Red Sword in his hand and jerked his chin toward a building in the distance.
“I think we should take a moment to talk.”
“Ho-ho, just the two of you?”
“You don’t really need a subordinate.”
“Great! No need to waste time with each other. I’ve never met you before today, but I like your personality.”
Gung Le nodded and ordered everyone to stand by, then disappeared into the building in a trail of iron.
About half an hour after that.
Suddenly, the thunderous cry of the archer pierced through the building.
“Ah! I see you, Master!”
Everyone in the room looked at the building in unison, puzzled.
“Master? What Master……?
The same goes for Namgung Sang-lin and Hae-yeon Hae.
Immediately afterward, the door slammed open with a loud bang, and Gung-Leo exclaimed with excitement.
“Hear, hear! From this day forward, all members of this clan must serve the Iron Gate Lord like ancestors! If any of you dare to violate this, I will beat you until you bleed, do you understand?”
The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Sword – Chapter 184 (184 of 552)