Chapter 455 – They Live According to Their Desires (2)

Shin Mu-wol's swords were sharp. Not just the swords themselves, but Shin Mu-wol as a martial artist was sharp. That sharpness transmitted to his swords.

Kuuuu!

Simply swinging his swords, sword energy bloomed like cumulus clouds then soon formed sword shapes stretching long.

The sword energy shone dazzlingly like gathered starlight.

It was Sword Energy.

Even for absolute masters, manifesting Sword Energy with two swords wasn't easy. Because internal energy consumption was extreme. Yet right now Shin Mu-wol was drawing Sword Energy from two swords. Truly impossible without tremendous internal energy backing.

Curiosity arose in Blood Elder's eyes.

"You've also learned part of Heavenly Demon Divine Art? Your senior brother is quite generous. Anyone would be reluctant to share supreme techniques they've learned with others."

"Shut up!"

Shin Mu-wol spat out an angry shout and thrust straight at Blood Elder. Instantly Blood Elder's form wavered and appeared behind Shin Mu-wol.

"What?"

Shin Mu-wol's pupils shook. Because he hadn't noticed at all how Blood Elder moved behind him.

Shin Mu-wol had already reached the precipice level. With part of Heavenly Demon Divine Art's insights added, he'd crossed the wall. Right now Shin Mu-wol's martial prowess had risen incomparably to a few months ago. Naturally his senses had sharpened several times. Yet not noticing Blood Elder's movements at all, he felt intense crisis.

He deployed Peacock Step spinning with fierce momentum. Like a peacock spreading tail feathers, the gorgeous yet elegant movements contained his desperate emotions.

Chwahwak!

The sword wrapped in Sword Energy thrust straight into Blood Elder's throat point. Instantly Blood Elder unclasped his hands behind his back and thrust his index finger toward the Sword Energy.

To anyone it looked like madness. Reaching bare hands toward Sword Energy was no different from a madman desperate for suicide. But the moment finger and sword collided, shock appeared on Shin Mu-wol's face.

Paseuseu!

His sword struck by the finger crumbled like a cookie. The Sword Energy covering the sword also disappeared without trace like morning dew evaporating in dawn sunlight.

"Kuk!"

Shin Mu-wol, startled by the impossibility he'd never imagined, released the sword in his hand. But he didn't just stand dazed.

While swinging the sword in his left hand, he drew the last sword stuck in his peacock sword sheath.

"Chyaaaat!"

Like a tornado, two swords shredded Blood Elder's entire body. That's how it looked to Shin Mu-wol's eyes.

The moment a smile appeared at his lips.

"Mu-wol!"

"Dodge!"

Geom Yul-cheon and Eum Yu-kyung shouted simultaneously.

Shin Mu-wol felt intense crisis and tried to retreat.

Peoeong!

With a sound like a leather drum bursting, Shin Mu-wol's body flew backward. His neatly tied hair had become disheveled and scattered wildly, and his form bleeding from his entire body looked precarious to anyone.

The moment Blood Elder smiled gently watching that sight.

Kaaaang!

Suddenly a metallic sound burst out and the entire air shook.

Instantly the smile disappeared from Blood Elder's face and an admiring expression appeared instead.

"Ho!"

Geom Yul-cheon who'd appeared had embraced Shin Mu-wol while spreading his palm toward Blood Elder. Geom Yul-cheon's palm was heated red emitting white smoke.

Cracks appeared in Geom Yul-cheon's expression.

"Formless… Sword?"

A sword with neither form nor presence.

Supreme swordsmanship that might only exist in legends like Heart Sword.

"The young friend has decent discernment. Precisely it's called Formless Strike. Well, you can see it as a modified form of Formless Sword. Quite compatible with me so I often use this technique, but I didn't expect you'd recognize it."

Blood Elder spoke with an indifferent expression. But Geom Yul-cheon's face listening was hard as stone. Because Formless Sword wasn't as trivial as Blood Elder said.

Along with Heart Sword, Formless Sword was nearly the final realm reachable by sword.

Geom Yul-cheon's eyes narrowed.

His senses at their peak were warning of danger. If the opponent had only completed Formless Sword, he wouldn't feel this much crisis.

Blood Elder felt discordant.

How to say? He didn't fit this scenery.

Like a stranger unable to mix with surroundings, feeling like he floated alone.

If Geom Yul-cheon's most impressive man in life was Dam Ho. He also didn't mix with surroundings standing out alone, but didn't look discordant. But Blood Elder was different.

Kkuuuk!

Geom Yul-cheon clenched his fist.

To know the substance of his felt discord, clashing was still best.

Ppajijik!

Pure white lightning flickered around his body.

Blood Elder stared at such Geom Yul-cheon. Faint curiosity arose in his eyes.

"Hurry. I don't have much time so must go quickly."

Instantly Geom Yul-cheon kicked the ground rushing toward Blood Elder.

The world was dyed completely white with white light.

"Yul-cheon!"

Eum Yu-kyung watched his fight while embracing Shin Mu-wol.

***

Cho Yeon-woon came outside.

How much time he'd spent inside the room, his eyes hurt from sunlight. Cho Yeon-woon had to frown briefly adapting to light. Still his mood wasn't bad.

He felt changes coming to his body while receiving sunlight.

His whole body was light. So light it felt like he'd fly into the sky if he jumped hard. Not just that. His senses had sharpened so much he was vividly detecting even insects' movements and breaths he couldn't hear before.

The internal energy circulating his body had no obstruction. Nothing blocked, and being released as intended felt unfamiliar.

In his head all moves of Eight Desolations Divine Fist revolved penetrated as one like prayer beads.

Simply learning and deploying moves was possible before. But now it wasn't just that level.

It felt like disassembling Eight Desolations Divine Fist technique into dust particle units, observing, then reassembling. Cho Yeon-woon realized he'd only now made Eight Desolations Divine Fist perfectly his own.

If yesterday's Eight Desolations Divine Fist was fist his master created, from today Eight Desolations Divine Fist was solely his. Even if his master returned alive, he couldn't deploy Eight Desolations Divine Fist more perfectly.

His perspective changed and his capacity grew.

Cho Yeon-woon fully recognized such changes in himself and calmly accepted them.

"I've gained fortune."

The Small Recovery Pill from Shaolin Temple didn't have this level of efficacy. Then Shaolin Temple wouldn't have readily given the Small Recovery Pill.

Before taking the Small Recovery Pill, Cho Yeon-woon had already reached the precipice level with his capacity full to overflowing. What he needed was merely courage and opportunity to step into empty space. And the Small Recovery Pill became that opportunity.

The path up a mountain was never just one. But most people climb mountains on one path. Climbing hard to reach the summit, they could finally see not only the path they climbed but various other paths. And they could seek harmony.

The phrase "reaching the summit's extreme" came from that. Also a gate great masters must pass through.

Cho Yeon-woon also entered that path.

Before, emotions would have overwhelmed him, but now strangely he was calm. Cho Yeon-woon naturally accepted even such emotions.

Naturally like flowing water.

His gait was the same. Though heavy steps from wearing prosthetics were light. Before he'd sometimes shudder from discord, but now it felt like a real leg. The feeling of blood flowing even in the iron prosthetic made Cho Yeon-woon smile.

When Cho Yeon-woon left his quarters, Hae So-wol approached first.

"Are you alright?"

"As you see, I'm fine."

"That's fortunate. Since you didn't come out for three whole days, I wondered if something happened."

"It's already been three days?"

"Yes!"

At Hae So-wol's answer, Cho Yeon-woon was slightly surprised. Because he thought at most a day had passed.

"How's the war situation?"

"Haah! Not good."

Hae So-wol's expression was dark.

While Cho Yeon-woon fell into cultivation trance, she fought the Demon Cult's forces on the front lines. So she knew the war situation better than anyone.

"How bad?"

"The third defensive line collapsed. The enemy seized Dengfeng County and established positions right below Mount Song."

Cho Yeon-woon's expression hardened like stone.

Right below Mount Song meant within reach. If a martial artist who learned lightness technique, just one or two hours' distance. No different from the Demon Cult's blade reaching the throats of Shaolin Temple and the Martial Alliance.

"Let's go."

Cho Yeon-woon hurried toward the mountain gate. Hae So-wol followed behind.

"It's Hero Cho."

"Drunken Cloud Dragon!"

"Waaa!"

As soon as he appeared, martial artists guarding the mountain gate recognized him and cheered. But Cho Yeon-woon's expression looking at them was hardly bright.

The mountain gate was no different from Shaolin Temple's face. Because the mountain gate was the first scene people visiting sacred Buddhist ground Shaolin saw. Not too splendid yet not shabby, ordinary appearance containing dignity befitting the martial world's pillar. But right now such appearance couldn't be found at Shaolin's mountain gate.

Positions that might be seen at military camps were built before the mountain gate, and countless swords and blades stuck out like hedgehog spines. As if multiple collisions had occurred, the path before the mountain gate was dyed red with blood, and thick blood scent made heads throb. Martial artists and monks guarding the mountain gate also had numerous wounds large and small.

"What happened? They came up here?"

"Right. Already colliding multiple times with many casualties."

Hae So-wol's expression answering was also dark.

Yielding Dengfeng County to the Demon Cult, the war situation developed unfavorably for Shaolin Temple and the Martial Alliance. Now the Martial Alliance and Shaolin Temple were practically isolated on Mount Song.

"The fortunate thing is sufficient weapons and food to buy time by holding out."

"What were the Martial Alliance and Shaolin Temple doing until this happened?"

Faint anger was contained in Cho Yeon-woon's voice. Instantly the area's air froze cold.

Shock appeared on Hae So-wol's face. Because she noticed Cho Yeon-woon's martial arts had advanced further.

The wit and martial arts Cho Yeon-woon showed while escaping from the Demon Cult were truly amazing. His alias Drunken Cloud Dragon had long surpassed the Nine Martial Dragons. But the realm Cho Yeon-woon showed now looked like he'd crossed another wall. Truly frighteningly rapid achievement.

Probably excluding Dam Ho, in the martial world Cho Yeon-woon was the only young martial artist showing such rapid achievement. Now the Nine Martial Dragons couldn't compare to Cho Yeon-woon.

"Calm down. Hero Cho!"

"How can I calm down now?"

"Huuu!"

Hae So-wol sighed quietly. Her face clearly showed complex thoughts.

The Demon Cult was concentrating forces here. They continuously received troop support while Shaolin Temple and the Martial Alliance were isolated only producing casualties.

Now they somehow barely balanced the scales, but if time passed like this, where the scales would tip was obvious.

Most importantly, the biggest problem was the current Alliance Leader Nam Cheon-san's orders not working well. Through a series of incidents, Nam Cheon-san's authority had fallen to the ground. Now martial artists no longer blindly followed his orders but calculated gains and losses. Naturally unity couldn't form properly.

Having heard everything, Cho Yeon-woon sighed.

"Huu! What a mess."

"A mess indeed."

"Damn!"

Cho Yeon-woon vented kicking innocent stones on the ground. Hae So-wol quietly watched such Cho Yeon-woon.

Her eyes watching him contained expectation. The same was true for other martial artists gathered at the mountain gate.

They were tired. Not tired from fighting the Demon Cult but tired from internal division and power struggles. What they wanted was purely concentrating on fighting the Demon Cult. But the unfolding situation was exhausting them.

They needed a new center.

A new core to unite them as one.

Cho Yeon-woon read the longing in their eyes. So he felt burdened. Because he thought he wasn't material to lead them.

That was when.

"Demon cultists are coming up."

"It's an attack."

Shouts came from below.

Following that, pitch-black shadows climbing Mount Song appeared. The Demon Cult was raiding again.

"Damn!"

Cho Yeon-woon gritted his teeth.

Worries and everything flew from his head.

He charged first toward the demon cultists.

Kuuuu!

The drunken appearance could no longer be found in the cloud dragon.

Cho Yeon-woon displayed fierce dragon dignity, and martial artists guarding the mountain gate unknowingly chased his back running.

That day Cho Yeon-woon gained a new alias instead of Drunken Cloud Dragon: Azure Dragon Divine Hero.

Azure Dragon Divine Hero Cho Yeon-woon.

The emergence of a new hero shining in troubled times.

Yelu Huan looked at Jin Ja-gang with one eye.

“You…”

Yelu Huan spat out a blood clot mid-sentence and continued.

“You’ve fought staking everything in every moment like this. That’s why you’ve been able to survive until now even when opponents were stronger.”

“How was it trying? Was it worthwhile?”

Yelu Huan laughed.

Jin Ja-gang shook his body with a displeased expression to shake off the dust.

Yelu Huan was a master. In the fight just now, he could have avoided Jin Ja-gang’s attacks and escaped major injuries. But he didn’t.

When Jin Ja-gang dragged him into his own fighting style, Yelu Huan didn’t panic or stubbornly stick to his own fighting method to the end.

Rather, he responded in tune with Jin Ja-gang’s fighting. When Jin Ja-gang pressed Yelu Huan’s chest, instead of blocking or dodging, he chose to give up his chest and seal Jin Ja-gang’s left arm.

Generally, when a master and inferior fighter exchange injuries equally, it seems like the master is at a disadvantage, but the match itself becomes favorable to the master. Even with considerable injuries, a master still has many options, but an inferior fighter with only their body gradually has their range of available methods sharply narrowed as they sustain wounds.

At a glance, even now it seems like Yelu Huan, a master superior to Jin Ja-gang, has taken unnecessary damage. However, thanks to that, Jin Ja-gang became unable to use both arms.

This was actually an advantageous situation for Yelu Huan.

However, Yelu Huan also couldn’t say he was completely advantaged yet.

Heat haze rose from Yelu Huan’s hands and back, and blue divine light appeared at the corners of his eyes.

Because he had started burning internal energy to draw out sword force, even though he had let go of the Persian Ancient Sword, his internal energy was still being consumed rapidly.

It was true Jin Ja-gang was disadvantaged physically, but if he stalled for time, Yelu Huan’s internal energy would be depleted and his vitality would drop sharply.

Yelu Huan asked.

“You want to stall for time.”

“That’s right.”

“It’s useless.”

Yelu Huan severed his broken, dangling right arm at the elbow.

“Now I too don’t fear what I will lose.”

Even though he could fix it later by setting it, he had decisively removed the encumbrance.

It was different from before when he held back his body, not wanting to stake anything.

His resolve was different.

Jin Ja-gang’s blood-stained expression darkened slightly.

It seemed like it would be a difficult fight.

Yelu Huan muttered and recited an incantation.

“Ar… Bei… Tabi… Ba… Sata, Pohuda.”

Kyaaaaa!

The Calamity Slaying Demon Spirit howled inside Jin Ja-gang. Jin Ja-gang didn’t hesitate. He immediately rushed at Yelu Huan. Even watching Jin Ja-gang rush toward him, Yelu Huan didn’t stop reciting the incantation. The howling sound from inside Jin Ja-gang grew louder.

The Calamity Slaying Demon Spirit was warning of danger.

It was cowering more and more in fear.

Jin Ja-gang stepped on Yelu Huan’s thigh, leaped up, and kicked Yelu Huan’s chin with his knee.

Crack! Yelu Huan’s head tilted upward.

However, Yelu Huan didn’t move and continued reciting the incantation.

“Pedra Chaseta…!”

The voice reciting the incantation grew louder. Jin Ja-gang turned in midair and struck Yelu Huan’s neck with his foot.

The veins on Yelu Huan’s neck bulged and his muscles swelled.

Crack! Yelu Huan’s head tilted slightly to the side.

Even though he had kicked hard enough to break his neck!

Yelu Huan even lowered his head back to look straight ahead again.

Jin Ja-gang stepped on Yelu Huan’s shoulder, jumped, then stomped down on his crown with his heel.

Crunch. Yelu Huan’s head shook. His neck muscles expanded more than before. Yelu Huan rolled his eyes upward and glared at Jin Ja-gang.

“Tabi! Ba! Pus!”

His voice boomed and echoed.

Kyaaaaa!

The Calamity Slaying Demon Spirit howled madly and crawled inside Jin Ja-gang.

Jin Ja-gang remembered what Yelu Huan had said earlier.

That Qingcheng Sect’s martial arts were methods for opposing Western Region martial arts that overcame the body’s limits by summoning demons!

Summoning Souls! Ghost Creation! Nurturing Demons!

Summon the soul inside, transform it into a soul imbued with demon energy, and raise it into a stronger demon.

The power possessed by a demon general, Demon General Manifestation!

Whatever one called the method, seeing the divine light at the corners of Yelu Huan’s eyes become even more subtly clear, it was certain that his internal energy damaged by sword force was stabilizing. Conversely, Jin Ja-gang’s internal energy was decreasing and the Calamity Slaying Demon Spirit was one step away from hiding.

Jin Ja-gang kicked Yelu Huan’s knee and tried to step on and crush his ankle with his foot. However, due to the rebound force, only Jin Ja-gang’s foot hurt as if crushed, while Yelu Huan stood firmly and withstood the attacks.

Jin Ja-gang took a short deep breath, then stomped hard with his true energy and burst the shoes he was wearing.

Crack!

After bursting both shoes, he took off the tattered shoes and stood barefoot. Since he couldn’t use his fingers, he had no choice but to fight with his toes.

Then he stood barefoot close enough to almost touch noses with Yelu Huan.

Close enough to feel each other’s hot breath.

In that state, Jin Ja-gang said.

“You said you don’t fear what you’ll lose?”

Yelu Huan didn’t answer Jin Ja-gang’s words as he was reciting the incantation.

“I think you misunderstood. It’s not a question of who loses or gains what. I’m doing my best to survive.”

Jin Ja-gang slowly leaned his waist backward.

Then in one moment, he shot his head forward like a spring and headbutted Yelu Huan’s forehead.

Crack!

Yelu Huan was fine but Jin Ja-gang’s forehead split and blood seeped out.

Jin Ja-gang asked with a coldly expressionless face.

“Does this seem like I’m losing?”

Jin Ja-gang tilted his head back. Then he headbutted Yelu Huan’s forehead again.

Crack!

Jin Ja-gang was the one headbutting, but Jin Ja-gang was the one taking damage. His forehead split and blood poured out.

Yelu Huan was recovering internal energy, and Jin Ja-gang was losing internal energy.

To anyone watching, it was a reckless action.

However, Jin Ja-gang spoke again without wavering.

“Am I losing?”

Jin Ja-gang headbutted consecutively.

Crack! Crack!

Even with his forehead split, he continued headbutting Yelu Huan.

Blood splattered.

Soon Yelu Huan’s voice reciting the incantation began to diminish.

Yelu Huan’s face was contorting.

Jin Ja-gang asked coldly.

“Tell me. Am I still losing!”

Poison blood. Each time Jin Ja-gang’s forehead split, poison blood splattered.

Yelu Huan’s face was now covered in Jin Ja-gang’s poison blood.

Boils formed and skin peeled. Bloody pus flowed from where the skin peeled.

***

Yelu Huan bared his teeth with his ruined face.

He couldn’t back down here!

Yelu Huan tilted his head back forcefully, then brought down his forehead on Jin Ja-gang’s crown.

But in that instant, Jin Ja-gang dodged Yelu Huan’s attack.

Whoosh!

Yelu Huan was greatly flustered. Jin Ja-gang bent his waist and stabbed at Yelu Huan’s good eye with his toes. Yelu Huan hurriedly turned his head to dodge the toes, but above his eye was scraped and torn. Poison blood seeped into the torn area and created bloody pus. In an instant, both eyes swelled up.

Jin Ja-gang turned his body and kicked Yelu Huan’s ear.

Bang! The impact to the ear wasn’t severe, but his head rang and Yelu Huan grimaced.

Yelu Huan swung his left arm greatly.

Four Heavens Mandala!

Palm force shot out in circles in all directions.

The ground and trees hit by palm force were gouged and crushed.

Jin Ja-gang rolled on the ground and escaped.

Yelu Huan couldn’t open his eyes properly. How could even a master do anything about blood constantly flowing into his eyes!

Jin Ja-gang had already rolled back, knelt, pursed his mouth, and gathered his remaining internal energy.

Screech!

A sharp Frost Sound shot out from Jin Ja-gang’s mouth.

Unable to see ahead and with his torn ear muffled, Yelu Huan couldn’t counter Jin Ja-gang’s sound technique.

Screech!

Yelu Huan’s ears rang severely. Because his internal energy was extremely full inside, his eardrums withstood the Frost Sound. Yelu Huan endured the throbbing pain in his head and turned toward where the sound came from. He immediately stamped his foot and shot forward.

Jin Ja-gang tried to dodge, but the pain from broken ribs and internal injuries made his body instinctively shrink.

In the moment he thought “Oh no,” Yelu Huan rammed Jin Ja-gang with his shoulder. Yelu Huan pushed straight through and drove Jin Ja-gang all the way to a large tree. Jin Ja-gang’s back hit the tree with a crushing sound.

Yelu Huan extended his hand and pressed on Jin Ja-gang’s waist. Jin Ja-gang twisted his body and raised his foot to block Yelu Huan’s hand, but Yelu Huan’s hand instantly changed four times.

Even with healthy hands it would be questionable whether he could block such an excellent technique, and there were limits to blocking with feet. Yelu Huan grasped Jin Ja-gang’s great meridian. He was completely captured by the Zoroastrian Cult’s Grappling Technique. His whole body became paralyzed and stiffened.

Before his body completely stiffened, Jin Ja-gang concentrated internal energy in his right arm and shot out Asura Scripture. Asura Scripture emerged from his right wrist hanging down and lodged in Yelu Huan’s knee and instep. No, it lodged then bounced off.

Yelu Huan’s body after completing the incantation and Demon General Manifestation was solid. It was comparable to Shaolin Temple’s Iron Robe, no, Golden Orchid Iron Pillar.

Even so, to think even Asura Scripture couldn’t penetrate!

Jin Ja-gang faced an absolute crisis. His body was stiffening. He used all his strength to shoot out Frost Sound once more.

Screeech!

Yelu Huan’s body shook. Though it didn’t injure his eardrum, it did shock him. Jin Ja-gang raised his leg and kicked Yelu Huan’s crushed chest.

Thud! Thud!

After kicking the same spot a couple times, Yelu Huan’s body shook slightly. It seemed that though it was hard on the outside because all the bones inside were broken, there was still impact.

Jin Ja-gang didn’t miss the timing and stuffed his toes into Yelu Huan’s mouth.

As if telling him to try biting his toes!

However, Jin Ja-gang knew better that Yelu Huan couldn’t do that. Because Jin Ja-gang kept tearing at his lips with his toes, the blood and poison flowing from Yelu Huan’s face flowed into his mouth.

Yelu Huan turned his head this way and that to dodge, but this was also Jin Ja-gang’s last chance. Jin Ja-gang hooked one leg over Yelu Huan’s arm to hold it, and with the other foot continued prying open Yelu Huan’s lips.

Yelu Huan ultimately had no choice but to let go of Jin Ja-gang.

Jin Ja-gang fell to the ground. His body was no longer in a state where he could move. His whole body was shattered and he felt like just lying down.

However, Jin Ja-gang had to stand up.

Suddenly, the Persian Ancient Sword caught at Jin Ja-gang’s feet.

The Persian Ancient Sword had been scraped so much by Asura Scripture yet didn’t have a single scratch.

A sacred object harder than anything in the world.

Jin Ja-gang picked up the Persian Ancient Sword with his toes.

Yelu Huan spat out the poison that had entered his mouth and immediately located Jin Ja-gang by his rough breathing. Because he couldn’t see, Yelu Huan also didn’t want to lose track of Jin Ja-gang. Poison was already penetrating inside from his skin, so he had to kill Jin Ja-gang as quickly as possible and treat the poison. Even if he did, his two eyes would be blind, and it was difficult to guarantee survival.

Whoosh!

As soon as Yelu Huan got his position, he rushed over.

“Let’s end this!”

Jin Ja-gang jumped and pressed one foot against a tree trunk for support, then raised his other foot high and brought it down on Yelu Huan’s crown. Yelu Huan ignored Jin Ja-gang’s attack and extended his left hand to grab Jin Ja-gang’s chest collar.

Crack!

Yelu Huan collapsed forward and pressed his hand to the ground.

Unable to see ahead, with his swollen eyes, he made an expression of disbelief.

“Kugh!”

His head had split. His crown split and severe shock came. Yelu Huan raised his upper body. In that instant, Jin Ja-gang clenched his toes tight to grip the Persian Ancient Sword and stabbed at Yelu Huan’s chest.

Snap. His big toe broke. He had used all his strength enough to break his toe. The tip of the Persian Ancient Sword didn’t fully penetrate, but it broke through Demon General Manifestation and entered about half a finger length. Jin Ja-gang raised his foot and kicked the Persian Ancient Sword’s handle hard with his sole to push it.

At the same time, Yelu Huan struck Jin Ja-gang’s abdomen with a palm. Jin Ja-gang flew away vomiting blood.

Yelu Huan knelt covered in Jin Ja-gang’s blood.

The Persian Ancient Sword, imbued with Jin Ja-gang’s poison, was lodged in Yelu Huan’s chest.