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Chapter 962

Episode 962. I said I won’t disappoint. (2)

The red sun began to rise over the Yangtze River, which was as wide as the sea. Sunlight poured over the waves of the Yangtze River.

It was an incredibly beautiful sight, but instead of admiration, pressure began to fill the hearts of those watching it.

Beopgye’s eyes trembled as he looked at the rising sun.

“⋯⋯.”

Five days have passed before I know it, and the sun on the promised day rises indifferently. The legal world turned its creaking head and looked at the courtroom.

“Bah, the room manager…”

But I couldn’t say anything more.

It was because I didn’t know what to say.

The legal community understands the feelings of the court. The person who has the deepest understanding of the courtroom here and now is definitely the legal world.

But even he thought that the court would definitely do something before the sun rose that day.

The court just looked back in silence.

The crown princes of Shaolin were standing there like dumb stones. I could feel all kinds of agony on their faces. In the past few days, half of it had disintegrated, so it looked more like the face of a worn-out wooden Buddha than a human face.

The spirit I felt when I came to the Yangtze River now feels like a long time ago.

By nature, Buddhists have to bear the suffering of the world. But… is this really the agony they have to bear?

The reason Buddhists bear suffering is to save living beings. But who gets relief now?

Rather, everyone is being dragged into hell!

The legal world looked back at the courtroom with bloodshot eyes.

“Bangjang.”

“⋯⋯.”

“Bangjang!”

Only then did the court slowly turn to face the legal system. Beopgye pursed her lips. The faces in the courtroom were not much different from the disciples standing behind him. In that short period of time, it feels like I aged ten years.

But why?

Looking at that courtroom, I no longer felt any pity.

“…Shouldn’t we do something?”

“⋯⋯.”

“Anything! “Shouldn’t we do something?”

The court faced the legal world with unfocused eyes.

“Director! As it is…”

“know.”

“Bangjang…”

“⋯⋯.”

The court turned its head and only looked at the Yangtze River without answering again. The fleets surrounding Maehwa Island were looking at them indifferently.

‘How could you not know?’

If all these tribulations come to an end with the annihilation of Namgung, Shaolin will be forever scarred. It wasn’t just a wound from her sword, but a wound twisted by fire. A wound that will not disappear until the moment the Shaolin sect loses its name.

But…

‘So what do you mean?’

All you have to do is take one step. It is not that difficult to take a step towards that water. As soon as he gives the order, Shaolin’s disciples will fight bravely against those evil enemies without a moment’s hesitation.

but.

‘Isn’t that just my satisfaction?’

That place is a trap. It is a prepared fire pit. What Jang Il-so was targeting was not Namgung in the first place. They cut off Namgoong’s limbs, took him as a hostage, and held a knife to his neck, targeting only those who would come to rescue them.

Yes, Shaolin.

I can’t even guess what kind of evil is lurking in those flowing blue waters. The moment he steps in, everything Jang Il-so has prepared for them will come strangling Shaolin.

Why do you think that?

Because it’s so obvious.

If Jang Il-so had wanted to, he could have recruited as many troops as he wanted during these five days. Because neither Hao Wen nor the Black Ghost has yet appeared in the Yangtze River.

If only they had shown up here, the court’s choice would have been much easier. Isn’t it impossible to jump into something that is realistically impossible?

However, Jang Il-so did not recruit more troops.

As if he would never destroy the subtle hope that Shaolin had. She was cunningly maintaining her forces and tempting Shaolin to jump towards her Namgung at any time.

Wood clatter.

The court changed this.

‘A coward?’

What I want to attack more than anyone else right now is the court. The blame for everything that happened here will fall on none other than Shaolin and the court.

Is it difficult to say that he ordered them to attack and that Shaolin threw away his life like straw to negotiate? Is it really difficult to wail in front of the bodies of the dead Shaolin disciples, cry out loud, and cry out for Shaolin’s agreement?

Then, the court will remain as a consultative body like no other in the world. Even if Shaolin falls, the name of the court may be talked about forever in history.

But what does it matter?

Doesn’t he know? What happened to that volcano that dragged the sect to the brink of destruction for the sake of consultation?

Did Gangho really protect them as they perished together with the Heavenly Demon at the top of Hundred Thousand Mountains?

Hearing.

You cannot forget the name of Daehyeongeom Cheongmun even if you try to forget it. He is a person who sacrificed everything to save this powerhouse.

So is that hearing rejoicing underground now?

you’re welcome!

‘He must be wailing desperately.’

He’s probably shedding bloody tears. That I should never have made that choice.

It was the ghost of that volcano that was holding the court’s ankles now.

If the ridiculous person called Hwasan Swordsmen had not suddenly appeared, Hwasan would have been completely ruined by now. No one in the world would have remembered the name of Plum Blossom Gate.

Who can force such a terrible sacrifice on my sect? who!

“Bangjang!”

“This…”

It was at that moment when the court was glaring at the legal system with bloodshot eyes.

“Hey, over there!”

“⋯⋯.”

He turned his head at the urgent gesture of the courtier. And saw.

Before you know it, a small boat has been pulled up next to the huge hull of the Black Dragon Ship. And one person jumped from the Black Dragon Ship into the small boat.

“Jang… Il-so…”

It’s impossible not to know.

No matter how far away it is, that outfit immediately catches people’s attention.

Following Jang Il-so, a small boat carrying one more person slowly approached them. It looked as if they were enjoying a leisurely boat ride on the Yangtze River.

Crash!

The sound of someone grinding their teeth clearly pierced the court’s ears.

My heart started beating faster and faster. The heart, which had not even been able to beat as if the blood had dried up, began to pound rapidly, pumping blood all the way to the head of the courtroom.

Defeated Jang Il-so. The culprit of all this!

A demon wearing human skin is slowly approaching without a proper escort.

“This…”

Blood appeared on the court’s face.

He applied so much force that the blood vessels burst and his eyes turned red.

And that anger wasn’t just felt by the court. Everyone occupying the banks of the Yangtze River glared at Zhang Ilsao with all the malice they could muster. That survival alone would have been enough to make an ordinary person’s heart stop.

But in reality, Jang Il-so was just relaxed even in this terrible life.

Fluffy.

The liquor bottle in his hand shook, making a heavy sound.

He sat down on a small boat and leisurely drank from the bottle, enjoying the malice directed at him. The alcohol flowed down the corner of his mouth and dripped down onto Jang Kang.

“Off…”

The court, unable to contain its anger, clenched its fists. As her fingernails dug into her palms, the red blood dripped down and seeped onto the ground.

‘How far…!’

How much more do you have to play with people before your true nature goes away?

The devil that the Tathagata was said to have dealt with would not have been so terrible!

The ship, which was moving so slowly towards them, eventually slowly stopped. Just twenty pages. It’s a position where someone as powerful as a court could rush in and attack in an instant if they wanted to.

“Ryeonju.”

Jang Il-so, who was looking at Yang Kang with a calm face, glanced back at Hu Jiaming. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if showing discomfort.

“Let’s go a little further. “Shouldn’t those old people listen to my voice more clearly?”

“It’s not that I’m deaf because I’m old, it’s just that I have ears but can’t hear, so I think this is appropriate.”

“Tsk.”

Jang Il-so shook his head as if he did not like it.

“I’m too scared.”

“⋯⋯Ryeonju-nim is too absent.”

Ho Jiamyeong smiled slightly and added.

“And it is true that I am a coward when it comes to matters related to Lord Ryeon. Isn’t that my role? And Lord Ryeon should also value that jade body a little more now…”

“okay okay. “Nagging.”

Jang Il-so waved his hands as if he was fed up and slowly stood up.

Jinglang.

The distance is such that the sound of the jewelry he wears hitting each other can be clearly heard. Jang Il-so, who stood at a distance that was no exaggeration to say to the warriors, cast an arrogant gaze towards the warriors of Gupailbang who were glaring at him.

“This…”

Everyone’s faces were now so distorted that they could not be further distorted.

Is there anyone here who doesn’t know what it means to approach without a proper guard at a distance where you can attack whenever you want?

My stomach turned as if I had swallowed a whole piece of hot charcoal. Everyone glared at Jang Il-so with a face like a ghost.

And that moment.

Jang Il-so held the liquor bottle in his hand forward and shook it lightly.

“Would you like to have a drink?”

It was an extremely languid voice.

At that moment, the blood in the courtroom soared.

However, Jang Il-so just admired the faces of the court as if they were happy.

“If you’re going to just watch the scenery anyway, it would be nice to have a sip of a drink with the view of the Yangtze River as a snack. Isn’t that so, pseudonym?”

“There is no way that political faction bastards would know the fate.”

“He is like that too. Tsk tsk. It’s a pity. “As long as it’s hard.”

Jang Il-so lifted the bottle to his mouth as if he felt regretful. And everyone drank as if to show off. The alcohol that had formed on the tip of her red lips flowed down her chin.

It was an incredibly bizarre sight.

Even though Jang Il-so, the leader of Sapae-ryeon, who can be said to be the biggest enemy of the current Gupa Ilbang, is just a stone’s throw away, no one on this riverside has taken a step to attack.

They just watched in a daze as Jang Il-so drank in their presence, as if his feet were glued to the ground.

“Hmm.”

After a while, Jang Il-so removed the bottle from his mouth and let out a satisfied sound. The sight of pure white teeth showing between blood-red lips was truly eerie.

“At least…”

He looked around at everyone on the riverside and laughed out loud. There was blatant ridicule.

“I thought there was at least something.”

“⋯⋯.”

“I guess I thought you were too great. No, no. “Should I say I underestimated it because I didn’t know it would be this bad?”

“Ugh…”

Jang Il-so nodded slowly.

“At this point, there doesn’t seem to be any need to divide into political and non-partisan factions. Like you, we cannot find our own way to survive… “I actually learned something from this.”

“Jang Il-so!”

It was that moment when the courtroom burst into laughter.

“Watch carefully. “You hypocrites who use your mouth to discuss cooperation and righteousness.”

Jang Il-so’s creepy voice crushed them.

Sigh.

Jang Il-so lightly snapped his fingers and shrugged his shoulders.

“I will reward you for setting foot on that land and persevering. “As of this moment, Namgoong disappears from the world.”

“Uh…”

“Let me listen. That scream. That yell. That anger. Right here…”

The corners of Jang Il-so’s mouth went up.

“I hold on dearly to the life I saved in exchange for my conscience.”

After a while, the boat carrying him slowly turned its bow. Jang Il-so said, slightly casting his gaze back.

“Or… would you try to kill me right now? “Are you from the great political faction?”

“⋯⋯.”

“Hahahahahahahaha! Ahahahahahaha!”

Humiliation.

Feeling defeated.

And a feeling of guilt.

In the hell where everything was mixed, Jang Il-so’s back, carrying the rising sun, slowly moved away.

That moment.

The fleets that had lined up as if on guard against the old wave began to turn their bows in unison.

Maehwado, towards the survivors of the Namgung family who remained there.

The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect

The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect

The 13th disciple of the Great Mount Hua Sect. One of the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsmen. The Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung.
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The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect The 13th disciple of the Great Mount Hua Sect. One of the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsmen. The Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung. After slicing the head of the peerless Heavenly Demon, who threw the world into chaos, he slept an eternal sleep on the peak of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. Jumping over a hundred years, he comes back in the body of a child. But… what? Mount Hua declined? What the hell are you talking about!? It’s only natural to want to live if you’re going broke. “Decline? Even though I’m here? Who would dare!” Plum blossoms eventually fall. But when the cold winter passes and spring comes, plum blossoms shall bloom again. “But I’m gonna die first before Mount Hua gets revived! If you’re gonna go bust, might as well do it right, you bastards!” The beginning of the Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung’s solitary struggle to save the thoroughly declining Mount Hua Sect

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