Chapter 494 – Heaven Kill's Wind Blows Fiercely (1)

"Hoo!"

Woon Kyung's sigh scattered on the wind.

Corpses filling the vast plain entered his eyes. The Demon Cult retreated without even recovering the cultists' corpses. Because of that, Blue Sky Alliance and Demon Cultists' corpses were mixed together.

On the plain, flocks of crows and wolves roamed enjoying a feast, but Blue Sky Alliance's martial artists lay sprawled without even energy to chase them away.

The fierce battle with the Demon Cult had exhausted all their energy so not even strength to raise their bodies remained. They lay on the ground using each other's bodies as pillows while gasping for breath.

"Hahaha!"

"We really won."

They still couldn't feel the fact they'd won. But they'd clearly won, and survived in the end.

"Uwaaaa! We won."

Someone lying on the ground shouted loudly. Then many people responded to him.

"We won."

"Blue Sky Alliance beat the Demon Cult. Uwaaaaa!"

"Uwaaa!"

Their voices became a huge cheer that echoed loudly through Blue Sky Alliance and the plain. Crows startled by their cheers flapped their wings and flew up, and wolves that had been craving human flesh also hurriedly fled.

The martial artists who'd participated in the great war with the Demon Cult shed tears while savoring victory, and Woon Kyung watched such martial artists wordlessly.

Mixed emotions crossed Woon Kyung's eyes too. But he couldn't freely enjoy victory's afterglow like the martial artists.

'Master Uncle, Myeong-gyeong.'

Because those who could be called Mount Hua Sect's greatest pillars had followed Demon Cult's Cult Leader Cheok Gwan-hyeol.

Woon Kyung knew. That until they killed the Demon Cult's Cult Leader Cheok Gwan-hyeol, they hadn't achieved true victory.

Even during the First Orthodox-Demon War, the Demon Cult had been nearly annihilated, but Cheok Gwan-hyeol survived and again achieved today's prosperity. If they couldn't kill Cheok Gwan-hyeol this time too, the same situation would repeat again.

'Can they kill him?'

The martial prowess he'd shown on this plain was never that of a human. He was human yet had far transcended human limits.

Though they couldn't know in detail why he'd run amok at the critical moment, his heaven-shattering martial prowess was deeply imprinted in the minds of those here.

Woon Kyung thought the situation had left his hands anyway. Killing Cheok Gwan-hyeol was Cho Yeon-woon and Geom Yul-cheon's responsibility. Right now he could only trust them and wait for the result.

"Sect Leader, are you all right?"

One Mount Hua Sect disciple approached and asked after Woon Kyung's well-being.

Though he himself was covered in blood, he cared for the sect leader's well-being first. Woon Kyung showed him a warm smile.

"I'm all right. How are you?"

"I received minor wounds, but nothing serious."

"That's fortunate."

Woon Kyung nodded and looked where Mount Hua Sect's disciples were gathered. Suddenly a pained look rose on his face. Because some disciples weren't visible.

Disciples painstakingly raised had been sacrificed again. Though he consoled himself it was unavoidable sacrifice, his chest hurting was unavoidable. Still, Mount Hua Sect's situation was somewhat better. The damage other sects suffered was beyond words.

Dead ones far outnumbered the living, and in severe cases, most disciples died with only a few leaders surviving.

To purely rejoice at victory, their situation was too serious. Continuing even their sects' lineages didn't look easy.

"Heuk!"

What burst out after joy was crying. Because they thought of dead comrades upon feeling victory. The emotion that came next was rage.

"Rather than staying like this, we should organize a pursuit force to sweep up the Demon Cult's remnants."

"Right! We can't just let those Demon Cult bastards go like this."

"If they ravage Central Plains as they please and return safely, such things will repeat later. We must pursue to the end and punish them."

Many people shouted they must pursue and execute the Demon Cult to the end. But Woon Kyung well knew how absurd their claims were.

Even excluding the Cult Leader Cheok Gwan-hyeol, the Demon Cult's military strength surpassed and exceeded Blue Sky Alliance. Right now they should be glad they retreated on their own, no need to needlessly provoke and kindle the seed of conflict.

They too knew that fact. They merely vented unbearable rage.

As Woon Kyung expected, those sympathizing with their rage weren't as many as thought. Then those who'd insisted on pursuing and punishing the Demon Cult also shut their mouths tight.

That's when it happened. Several martial artists approached toward Woon Kyung.

Woon Kyung recognized their identity at once. They were martial artists who could be called the current martial world's elders.

They were martial artists several ranks above the young martial artists who could be called Blue Sky Alliance's core. They approached Woon Kyung and spoke.

"You've worked hard, Taoist Woon Kyung."

"As expected of Mount Hua Sect. Recovering prosperity in such short time and becoming the martial world's great strength, how reassuring it is."

"Now only Mount Hua Sect can be called first among the Nine Great Sects. Hehe!"

They expressed friendliness toward Woon Kyung while praising Mount Hua Sect highly.

"Thank you. It was thanks to everyone's strength that we could defeat the Demon Cult."

Woon Kyung gave a customary answer while observing their expressions. He saw them exchanging glances among themselves. Instantly Woon Kyung felt his chest turn cold. Because he could clearly see the intent in their eyes.

'These guys…'

Woon Kyung's eyes turned cold. Not knowing that fact, one elder spoke up representing them with the main point.

"What does Mount Hua Sect plan to do going forward?"

"What do you mean?"

"The martial world has been devastated, so shouldn't it be settled? We can't just sit idle because the Demon Cult retreated."

"But so what?"

"Shouldn't Mount Hua Sect, which can be called foremost among the martial world's orthodox sects, step forward? If Mount Hua Sect steps forward, everyone will acknowledge and follow. And we'll also join forces to help."

"I don't understand your intent."

"Ahem, ahem!"

At Woon Kyung's cold words, the elder who'd spoken only coughed awkwardly. Then someone beside him stepped forward instead.

"Our meaning is that we can't just watch the Blue Sky Alliance children lead the martial world."

"What?"

"We acknowledge Blue Sky Alliance's merit. Also the fact they were great help in driving out the Demon Cult. But settling chaos requires more than just youthful vigor. One wrong move makes it neither here nor there. At times like this, experienced people must lead from the front."

"So you're saying that instead of Blue Sky Alliance who achieved merit, the martial world's elders should settle the situation and take the lead?"

"That's right. If Blue Sky Alliance expands their influence like this, existing martial world sects will suffer great damage. Now that the Nine Great Sects and Five Great Clans have become nominal, if Blue Sky Alliance expands further, we'll never regain the martial world's initiative."

"What is that?"

"We know our words may be unpleasant. But you must decide quickly. Right now when everyone's off guard is the perfect opportunity. If you hesitate further, the martial world's initiative will completely pass to Blue Sky Alliance. Then even Mount Hua Sect won't enjoy past glory. Shouldn't we prevent such worst situation?"

He looked at Woon Kyung with an implicit gaze.

Deep furrows formed on Woon Kyung's brow. Woon Kyung knew his identity.

Slanting Sword Go Geon-wol. He was the sect leader of Blue Mountain Sword Sect based in Taihu, Anhui Province.

Though not as historically deep or influential as the Nine Great Sects or Five Great Clans, he was still the master of a fairly recognized influential sect around Taihu.

When the Demon Cult made their main base in Hunan Province, Go Geon-wol quickly fled Anhui Province with his disciples and established temporary residence in Central Plains' north. Thanks to that, he could preserve the sect's strength intact.

He'd joined Blue Sky Alliance not long ago. He joined Blue Sky Alliance almost at the last moment, and even when fighting the Demon Cult, he stayed at the very rear. Thanks to that, now that the Demon Cult was defeated, Blue Mountain Sword Sect's damage was extremely minimal.

Go Geon-wol's eyes were filled with unconcealed desire's light. Now when most of the Nine Great Sects and Five Great Clans had lost power was Blue Mountain Sword Sect's perfect opportunity to stand tall in the martial world. The problem was Blue Mountain Sword Sect's reputation in the martial world or merit was too small to lead the current situation.

So he chose Mount Hua Sect. He thought if he put Mount Hua Sect forward as a shield, Blue Sky Alliance's young martial artists couldn't resist. That's how impressive the martial prowess Mount Hua Sect showed in this great war was.

His secret whispers continued.

"Now that Shaolin and Wudang have fallen is the opportunity. Take this chance for Mount Hua to become the martial world's Mt. Tai and North Star. We'll assist with our very lives."

"That's right. We'll help Mount Hua Sect."

"Taoist Woon Kyung, please lead us."

Others agreed with Go Geon-wol's words.

"Khal!"

Instantly Woon Kyung could no longer endure and let out an angry shout.

At his voice filled with internal energy, the complexions of Go Geon-wol and those agreeing completely drained of color.

They asked in confusion.

"Why, why is that? Taoist Woon Kyung."

"What on earth?"

Woon Kyung glared at them with fearsome eyes.

"Be ashamed."

"What?"

"Do you know how much sacrifice they endured to protect the martial world?"

"Well…"

"The blood they shed hasn't even stopped. If you can't embrace them who are exhausted and wounded, is that something the martial world's seniors should say, restraining and seizing initiative?"

Taoist Woon Kyung's voice grew louder. Then the gazes of those around concentrated on them. Receiving unwanted attention, Go Geon-wol and others made uncomfortable expressions.

They too knew. How shameful what they were doing was. That's why they secretly proposed to Woon Kyung, but they really hadn't expected him to speak loudly enough for everyone to hear.

"T-Taoist Woon Kyung. Please lower your voice…"

"Think well about what shameless proposal you made. Now is the time to join forces together and rebuild the martial world, not time to fill individual greed. I'll treat the words about excluding Blue Sky Alliance's young martial artists and seizing initiative as unheard."

"No, that's…"

Go Geon-wol reached out trying to cover Woon Kyung's mouth. But by then everyone had already heard Taoist Woon Kyung's words.

"What does that mean? So those bastards already moved to grasp power?"

"Damn! Really amazing. They're already pulling that shit when we haven't even recovered comrades' corpses."

Blue Sky Alliance's martial artists openly criticized Go Geon-wol and others. At their criticism, the already pale faces of Go Geon-wol and others turned completely black.

They couldn't dare meet the assembled heroes' gazes. Eventually they had to hurriedly bow their heads and leave. Behind such them, the assembled heroes' criticism poured out.

"Blue Mountain Sword Sect, right? I'll remember."

"Damn it! It's not enough to unite as one and they're pulling shit trying to grasp power."

"Really thick-skinned. Seems like they joined Blue Sky Alliance last too."

Eventually Go Geon-wol and the martial artists had to escape Blue Sky Alliance without savoring victory. If they'd been a bit slower to leave, they might have been beaten to death.

Woon Kyung stood on the castle wall indifferently watching Go Geon-wol and others fleeing. Though not shown on his face, the flame in his chest hadn't yet died. That's how great the rage he felt was.

Someone approached such Woon Kyung.

"Amitabha! Don't worry too much. Since the martial world is wide, there are these kinds of people and those kinds of people, isn't that so?"

"Huu! So Cheon."

He was precisely Shaolin Temple's So Cheon.

So Cheon's entire body was also soaked in blood, and exhaustion clearly showed on his face. But only his eyes shone more brightly than ever.

"Now we've done all we can."

"That's why it's more frustrating. The fact I can't help them further due to lacking ability is maddeningly hateful."

"Me too. But I believe in Great Hero Dam and Great Hero Cho. If it's them, they can surely end this chaos."

"That's right. No, it definitely will be so."

"Until then, how about we properly organize Blue Sky Alliance and recover comrades' corpses? Before such opportunists cause trouble again."

"Let's do that."

At So Cheon's words, Woon Kyung nodded.

Before going down the castle wall, Woon Kyung finally raised his head and looked at the sky.

'Please all return safely.'

***

Wooong!

As over a hundred soul technique masters chanted incantations, Mount Zhongnan's sky shook. Dark clouds gathered and covered the sky black, and fierce winds swept like a storm.

Trees swayed violently as if about to break any moment, and dust rose thickly and scattered to the sky. The verdant Mt. Zhongnan was nowhere to be found, filled only with desolation.

At that center was Ho Cheon-myeong.

Ho Cheon-myeong watched the scene indifferently with hands clasped behind his back.

Suddenly his brow slightly furrowed.

"Gwi… sa."

He felt his breath cease.

They'd been together for decades.

Though they didn't share blood like family, they could feel each other's spirit.

"Farewell. Thank you until now."

Ho Cheon-myeong bade goodbye to his long-time friend. But soon he looked at the soul technique masters with an unconcerned face.

Gwi-sa dying was regrettable, but not big enough to shake his mind. To him, Gwi-sa was only that much of an existence.

Actually it wasn't only Gwi-sa. To him, all others were only that much of an existence.

Living for one goal for long years, his personality and emotions had worn away. Though having human form, finding human aspects in him was impossible.

Even Ho Cheon-myeong himself didn't think he was human. Because the emotional fluctuations humans should naturally feel didn't exist in him.

That's when it happened.

Woooong!

An unusual resonance burst from the altar and space rippled. On the faces of soul technique masters chanting incantations, thick sweat drops poured like rain. They were pouring out all their energy.

But despite their efforts, no further change occurred. At that, Ho Cheon-myeong frowned.

"As expected, this was the limit."

Though already knowing the fact, seeing it with his own eyes left a bitter taste. But he wasn't disappointed. Because he'd already prepared countermeasures for it.

Kwaaa!

At that moment, rough energy waves were felt from below the mountain.

Fierce energy waves rushed in like a tidal wave and dominated Ho Cheon-myeong's senses. A smile appeared on Ho Cheon-myeong's lips.

"He's come."

He turned his head and looked down the mountain. Where his gaze directed, a tiny dot was visible.

The dust-like dot expanded instantly then revealed its original form. He was precisely the Demon Cult's Cult Leader Cheok Gwan-hyeol.

"Ho Cheon-myeong!"

Kwakwakwa!

Cheok Gwan-hyeol's lion's roar penetrated Mt. Zhongnan.

“Zhu…ge Family?”

Beom-bon’s eyebrows rose. He repeated it as if to remember the Zhuge Family’s name.

“That the Zhuge Family cooperated with you is truly regrettable.”

Jin Ja-gang retorted.

“The Zhuge Family probably feels the same.”

Beom-bon looked at the thread Jin Ja-gang held.

To use that to confuse his location with sound and meanwhile try to handle the Arhat monks…

Beom-bon said while hanging upside down.

“It seems more than one or two people need to be punished.”

Beom-bon straightened his toes hooked on the eave.

He dropped straight down while hanging upside down. Falling from the third floor, he hit the ground head first.

Boom!

Beom-bon had his body straight upside down like doing a headstand with his crown planted in the ground. Beom-bon opened his thin eyes and glared at Jin Ja-gang who had hidden inside.

In that state, he seemed to shrink his shoulders and neck, then stretched his neck out. Internal energy poured out explosively from his Baihui acupoint and pushed the ground.

Pwoong!

The ground shook and Beom-bon’s body rose high while his head remained down. He confirmed Jin Ja-gang going up through the second floor. Beom-bon who had risen naturally fell and landed on the ground with his head again.

Thud!

Beom-bon once again gathered internal energy in his head, pushed the ground, and raised his body upside down. After confirming Jin Ja-gang was on the stairs going up to the third floor, he attached his foot to the eave.

Jin Ja-gang saw Beom-bon standing upside down outside the window glaring at him and went down the stairs. Beom-bon took his foot off the eave and dropped to the ground again.

Thud!

Even after pounding the ground with his head from the third floor height, Beom-bon was fine.

Truly bizarre behavior…

When Jin Ja-gang went up, he followed up; when he went down, he followed down.

He was responding to Jin Ja-gang’s even miraculous mental warfare with unorthodox actions.

Beom-bon placed his thick hands forward while his head touched the ground, clenching and opening his fists. Then he pushed the ground hard with his head and rose again.

Bang! As Beom-bon’s body surged upward upside down, his eyes widened round. Jin Ja-gang was waiting for Beom-bon rising up on the second floor. The moment their eyes met, Jin Ja-gang threw a sharp dagger.

Beom-bon pulled both arms back.

Screech! The sleeves on both arms twisted and wrapped tightly like wringing laundry. Beom-bon threw his arms forward, extending both fists.

Hundred Step Divine Fist!

Tremendous fist wind burst from his fists. Moreover, from both fists, not just one!

The dagger Jin Ja-gang threw was caught in the fist wind, unable to advance and bounced away. The fist wind completely swept where Jin Ja-gang had been.

Crash!

Teacups and flower vases were swept up and flew like paper, tables were crushed and pushed away. Floor planks were torn up and nails stuck in the planks flew around. A wooden pillar thicker than three people combined shook. The outer pieces of the pillar were finely split and scattered in all directions.

In an instant, where Jin Ja-gang stood was completely swept away. The fine wooden floor and walls looked roughly torn as if wildly scraped with a pitchfork.

Pwoooong!

Where Beom-bon shot Hundred Step Divine Fist, the opposite wall of Yellow Crane Tower’s second floor burst and all sorts of broken furniture pushed by fist wind scattered into the air.

Two huge cave-like holes were created.

Jin Ja-gang had previously experienced the power of Hundred Step Divine Fist. Rather than rashly confronting it, he completely smashed the ceiling and escaped to the upper floor.

Thud. Beom-bon who shot Hundred Step Divine Fist landed with his head in the ground again. This time using the rebound, he quickly raised his body once more.

“Hup.”

Jin Ja-gang’s voice came from the third floor. Simultaneously, a presence rapidly descended to the first floor.

Which was real?

In the presence that descended below, faintly crackling interfering energy was felt.

Above.

From the third floor, Jin Ja-gang was jumping down toward Beom-bon rising upside down.

While Beom-bon pulled both arms back gathering the power of Hundred Step Divine Fist, Jin Ja-gang gathered internal energy in his foot with Thousand Pound Weight and kicked hard at Beom-bon’s sole.

Beom-bon was driven into the ground twice as fast as the speed he rose.

Booom!

His head was embedded in the ground. Only his mouth and chin barely stuck out.

Jin Ja-gang rotated twice in the air from the rebound just now, then drew a blade from behind his back and jumped down. It was a treasure blade brought from the Zhuge Family. The blade body was thick and the blade’s back had a bronze dragon relief, giving an extraordinary feeling. Moreover, Jin Ja-gang’s internal energy dwelled in it, and blade energy was formed bluishly.

Jin Ja-gang forcefully split Beom-bon’s crotch from top to bottom with the blade.

Screech,

The blade caught on Beom-bon’s crotch making a grating metal sound.

Then.

Clang!

The blade edge broke. The bronze decoration bent and the broken blade edge bounced, gouging below Jin Ja-gang’s eye as it passed.

Blood spurted from the gouged spot below his eye, and because the blade connected with internal energy broke, a thin line of fresh blood also flowed from Jin Ja-gang’s nose.

Jin Ja-gang stood on the ground and looked down. Strangely, the head slowly pushed out and Beom-bon’s eyes glared at Jin Ja-gang.

Jin Ja-gang unhesitatingly trampled Beom-bon’s nose and chin. The thick, square chin protruded like a foothold.

Crack! Crunch!

Beom-bon placed both hands on the ground and began pulling his head out of the ground. No matter how much Jin Ja-gang stepped, it only wavered briefly as he steadfastly lifted his head.

Jin Ja-gang firmly grabbed Beom-bon’s legs and kicked hard at Beom-bon’s philtrum.

Beom-bon opened his mouth and bit Jin Ja-gang’s foot.

Snap!

There was a needle caught on Jin Ja-gang’s toes, but Beom-bon bit the needle with his teeth. Jin Ja-gang pushed with force but it didn’t budge. Rather, the needle bent from the force of both pushing and holding. Jin Ja-gang released the leg, laid his body back, and kicked Beom-bon’s chest with both soles.

Bang!

This time Beom-bon was also pushed and fell over. His head came out of the ground.

Arhat monks rushed at Jin Ja-gang. Jin Ja-gang grabbed and pulled a flying club while striking the Arhat monk’s lower jaw with his elbow. Crack, with a bone grinding sound, the Arhat monk’s jaw dislocated. Jin Ja-gang wrapped his back foot around the falling Arhat monk’s neck and slapped him with his palm.

Smack! When he pulled the palm away, a poison needle was penetrating through the Arhat monk’s cheek. Jin Ja-gang then grabbed his own ankle with that arm and strongly squeezed his leg.

The neck bones of the Arhat monk struggling with his neck choked in Jin Ja-gang’s leg bend broke, his neck stretched long, and he stuck out his tongue.

Another Arhat monk kicked at Jin Ja-gang’s face. Jin Ja-gang grabbed the Arhat monk’s leg, slung it over his shoulder, turned his body and threw him to the ground. The Arhat monk hastily twisted his upper body to hit the ground with his palm and reduce the impact with breakfall technique. Jin Ja-gang rotated his body once more just before throwing the Arhat monk to the ground. The Arhat monk tried to use breakfall but grabbed empty air and panicked. The Arhat monk’s body turned one more rotation.

Jin Ja-gang, who had spun two full rotations, slammed the Arhat monk down hard.

Crash! The Arhat monk’s spine was crushed and he vomited blood from his mouth.

“Keok!”

The Arhat monk who took the full impact on his back had his eyes roll back and foam formed at his mouth. Jin Ja-gang fell over the Arhat monk, stuck a poison needle in his chest, and rolled his body to the side to get up.

It didn’t end there, he raised his foot as is and stepped on the fallen Arhat monk’s neck.

Crunch!

The Arhat monk twitched and trembled his limbs and died.

Vajra monk Gong Ja-bae ran with his arm extended and swung his forearm to strike Jin Ja-gang’s head in a pulling motion. Jin Ja-gang leaned his waist back. The Vajra monk’s arm brushed past Jin Ja-gang’s nose.

Whoosh! A fierce wind passed his face like a blade, tearing his lips.

The Vajra monk rotated without reducing speed from the swing and kicked Jin Ja-gang around. Jin Ja-gang lifted one foot and rotated in the same direction, crossing feet. Jin Ja-gang’s heel dug into the Vajra monk’s jaw. The Vajra monk pulled his jaw and endured.

Crack! Blood spurted from the Vajra monk’s mouth and broken teeth bounced out. His body was pushed straight back. Jin Ja-gang immediately grabbed poison needles and scattered them.

Swoosh, three poison needles chased the Vajra monk being pushed back. The Vajra monk placed his arms at his waist and took a solid horse stance posture. His kasaya inflated taut and Vajra Orchid Iron Pillar dwelled.

Two hidden weapons couldn’t pierce Vajra Orchid Iron Pillar and bounced. However, one penetrated the kasaya on the side and pierced through to the lower back.

Piercing Strand Flash Severance.

“…!”

Tendons bulged on the Vajra monk’s head. An expression of disbelief and intense pain showed on his face. The Vajra monk tried to seal acupoints to stop the poison from spreading.

Jin Ja-gang didn’t give him time, leaped up and grabbed the Vajra monk’s head. Then he drove his knees into the face repeatedly.

Crack! Crunch! Crunch!

Impact sounds that made flesh tremble rang out, and finally the Vajra monk’s face collapsed and the knee sank deeply.

Crash!

The Vajra monk with his face bloodied fell backward like a great tree.

Boom…

Though his face was destroyed, he wasn’t dead yet, but unable to seal acupoints, poison instantly spread throughout his body. While lying spread-eagled trembling his limbs, poison spread and covered the Vajra monk’s body with bloody pus.

This wasn’t the Jin Ja-gang of before. Jin Ja-gang had experience and internal energy surpassing the top-ranked experts. Though Jin Ja-gang’s each move looked ordinary, its power was terrifying. On top of that, being able to pierce Iron Robe and freely use deadly poison, even Vajra monks weren’t a match for Jin Ja-gang.

Then a pitch-black shadow fell over Jin Ja-gang’s head.

Jin Ja-gang lowered his body and took out an emei piercer from his bosom. A weapon about two spans long with pointed ends on both sides and a ring in the middle where fingers could fit. Jin Ja-gang raised the emei piercer above his head.

Grab!

A giant hand grabbed Jin Ja-gang’s extended emei piercer, hand, and head all at once. The emei piercer was coated with poison. If he tried to grab Jin Ja-gang’s head and it stuck in his hand, he’d be poisoned.

But then.

Squeeeze.

With the emei piercer caught, the fingers tightened. The emei piercer was bending. This emei piercer was also a good quality item obtained from the Zhuge Family. Yet it wasn’t embedding in Beom-bon’s palm skin but just bending!

As the emei piercer bent, Jin Ja-gang’s finger caught on the middle ring twisted. If left as is, the finger would be pulled out or broken. Jin Ja-gang pulled his own finger. Pop, the joint dislocated and the finger went limp. Jin Ja-gang removed his finger from the emei piercer’s ring and rolled on the ground.

Crack!

Beom-bon clenched his fist tight.

Then when he opened his hand, the emei piercer that had been line-shaped (一) was completely bent into a square shape (匚).

If Jin Ja-gang’s head and hand had been inside, they would have been crushed and burst into pulp.

Jin Ja-gang fit the finger joint back and shook his wrist.

Beom-bon cracked his neck while grabbing nearby dead Arhat monks and throwing them far away. The just-killed Arhat monks were already melting and emitting poison energy. If left as is, the poison field would spread.

The Arhat monks surrounded Jin Ja-gang so he couldn’t escape.

Beom-bon opened his mouth heavily.

“Poison Dragon.”

Killing intent was laced at the end of his words.

Jin Ja-gang looked at Beom-bon. Beom-bon opened his mouth to say something, but Jin Ja-gang intercepted first.

“Are you still not ready for conversation?”

Beom-bon’s eyebrows twitched. Twitching his lips, Beom-bon said.

“To benefactor… I must teach manners first.”

Jin Ja-gang mocked in a sharp tone.

“Is more courtesy needed than this?”

“Of course.”

Beom-bon raised both hands.