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Book 7 Chapter 4

Runaway (暴走)

"Crrrrr!"

Galhyo-bong's mood was strange, perhaps due to the extreme mental and physical trauma.

A darker and darker glow of blood filled his eyes.

The blood glow was so thick you could almost feel the magic.

His bloodline muscles twitched.

"Crunch!"

Beheading!

With a single swipe of his saber, the five men on his right were instantly killed. But this was only the beginning.

Suddenly, Gal Hyo Feng's eyes lit up with blood light and magical energy, and he began swinging the dao sword indiscriminately, ignoring the Mo Yonghui in front of him.

It was a runaway.

"Crack! Crack! Keh-eh-eh!"

Gal Hyo Feng, his eyes glowing with blood, suddenly lunged forward and crossed his sabers, causing the heads of the dazed martial artists around him to instantly turn colorful. It was a ridiculous death.

Mo Yonghui's clash with the secret righteousness had broken the prohibition on spiritism imposed by Heavenly Spirit.

"Damn!"

It had become a nuisance. He had to put things in order. If he didn't, his men would be killed.

"It's your turn this time. Brace yourself!"

Yeomdo, who had momentarily forgotten about Jisal because he was preoccupied with the fight between Galhyo Feng and Mo Yonghui, shouted. It seemed that he intended to finish them off quickly. The crimson flame of his mourning sword was burning brightly.

"Wait!"

The sudden shout of Jisal caused the steam of the salt water to instantly rise. It heated up, then cooled down quickly.

"What? Steaming?"

"I'm afraid I can't make it today. It is with great regret that I must await the next time. The next time we meet, it shall be… surely, surely, die, yeah, week, zee!"

Seeing Galhyo Feng's rampage, Zhisal had already made up his mind: the odds were stacked against him. It was time to step back and regroup. He wasn't the type to let his emotions override his reason, so he decided to put the matter of the salt dao in the back of his mind for now.

"We'll just have to let it dry out and kill it!

Killing over a long period of time was much more effective in satisfying vengeance than killing in one fell swoop.

"I'm trying to get it out!"

There was no way he was going to just say, "Yes! Goodbye!" and let him go with his eyes wide open, but Yeomdo was not to be denied. The full sound of Bi Ryuyeon's footsteps hit his eardrums.

"Let me go!

It was a single word that told me to let him go without making a big deal out of it.

'Shit! Shit! Shit!

His frustration was about to explode, but he held it in. After all, he'd made great strides in the endurance department.

"Until next time, then, though I'm sorry to keep you waiting so long!"

He was a condescending asshole until the end.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

A supernatural spirit cried out from the wrist of a thousand deaths.

"Get out!"

However, despite the Heavenly King's orders, Huo Feng didn't stop wielding his chaotic twin swords, and with each swing, his men suffered more and more damage.

The thousand-year-old frowned inexplicably. Unfortunately, his ominous premonition had been correct.

'How dare you defy the ban! You think I'm trying to break the supernatural spirit law? That's ridiculous…….'

I thought the sky was falling and it couldn't possibly be true. But it was hard to argue with the current state of runaway growth.

"Click, click, click, click!"

The sound of vomit emanating from the supersoul grew louder and louder. Chen Xiaolian's eyes flashed with a luminous light. He had entered into forced mind control to control the unstable Hyo Feng.

"Woooooooooooooo! Keeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

A terrifyingly intense supernatural spirit life force erupted from his mouth, the power of which was enough to inflict a serious blow, forcing everyone to raise their strength to resist his Yin Gong.

"Kaaaahhhhh!"

A tearing scream erupted from Galhyo Feng's mouth. Upon hearing the power of the Spiritual Demon Name, his entire body felt like it was being torn apart.

Tian Shi inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the ban hadn't been completely broken.

Gal Hyo Feng's entire body was wracked with pain as if he were being fertilized. Mo Yonghui could only stare at him in a daze as he went berserk. Unable to think of a rational and practical way to take advantage of this opportunity to thrust his sword, he simply stared at this unexpected turn of events. In fact, Mo Yonghui didn't even have the strength to stand properly with his sword anymore.

"What the heck is this supposed to be?

Mo Yonghui was confused.

As soon as the supernatural spirits ceased, Galhao Feng stopped screaming in agony. His eyes, which had been sparkling with blood and magic, had turned cloudy. It was as if he was looking into the eyes of an idiot.

"Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle!"

"Stop! Stop!"

With a chirp, the supernatural spirit commanded once more.

Hyo-fong's sword stopped dead in its tracks as he ruthlessly slashed at Ssang-sal's men as a gift to the afterlife. This time, Hyofeng did not disobey his orders.

"Get back! Get back!"

Finally, Galhyo Feng pulled back the cage at Chen Shih's command. He followed suit.

"Salty, then I'll see you around, I've certainly accepted your passage to the other side!"

With Jisal's farewell, his hand went up, and the assailants slipped away at once, like an ebb and flow. In their departure, they left not a single corpse behind. Taking with them all their comrades who had been killed or wounded in the fray, they were gone. Gone in an instant, with all the evidence. The loss of power was so great that the men could not afford to give chase.

Grrrr!

"Whew!"

Mo Yonghui fell helplessly to the ground. His body had already been drained to the point of exhaustion by the fierce battle with Galhyo Peak. His blood soaked the ground.

Tang San and Tang Wenhye, both medical experts from the Sichuan Tang Clan, rushed over and took Mo Yonghui's veins. Everyone looked at Mo Yonghui with worried eyes. Apparently, the sight of him vomiting blood was casting an ominous shadow.

"umm……."

Tang Xiu's face stiffened as he studied the pulses carefully. An unintelligible murmur escaped from his mouth as he slowly shook his head from side to side.

"Why but? Where did I go wrong? Why are you shaking your head?"

Qinghui asked, his face rigid. His handsome face was contorted with worry.

"Do you mean life-threatening?

It would be unacceptable for him to die without tying up his own loose ends.

"Huh? No, I just couldn't understand it because there were surprisingly few internal injuries for the massive battle I just fought, and compared to the blood I vomited, my guts weren't too badly damaged. Did I take some kind of elixir?"

Dangsam looked puzzled.

"What?"

No wonder Cheong Hyeon's expression turned dumbfounded. Dangsam reported the results to Yin Do.

"I don't think it's life-threatening. I'll need to do some more chiropractic care, but my internal organs aren't as badly damaged as I feared. As long as I don't overexert myself, I don't think I'll have to worry about any after-effects. But I won't be at full strength for a while!"

"Phew!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had been saved.

"Don't freak me out. I don't have two livers, unfortunately! Will you be responsible if someone else's liver falls out? Don't do anything that might mislead people!"

This was Cheonghyeon's biggest complaint. It was a relief after the fierce battle earlier.

"Move it, and take care of it!"

At Yi Yun's command, the two men hurriedly carried Mo Yonghui into the room, leaving only Qing Heng's worried gaze behind.

"You're not going to back down, and we're not going to take it lying down.

A flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Even if it's the Tianraji Network, I'll break through it!

He meekly retreated. It was an unceremonious retreat. However, they would not be returning home so quickly. It was clear that they had already laid out a network to prevent them from sending a message to Mount Wudang. They would now lay their death traps and wait for their targets.

He could sense it. That they were now firmly isolated. This place was nothing more than a drop in the ocean of doom. It was a dead zone, with death-inducing reefs and whirlpools all around them. To reach the shore, one must brave the stormy seas, reefs, and whirlpools at the risk of death.

He wasn't sure if they could navigate these stormy waters safely.

"What do we do now?"

No one is answering…….

"Come on, let's go eat."

…was.

It was none other than Bi Ryuyeon who asserted his opinion so boldly. His attitude was that there was nothing more important in the world than eating.

Qingfeng's gaze shifted to Yidao, hoping that their leader would have something to say about Bi Ryuyeon's insensitivity. But his hopes were dashed. Instead of hope, he was met with utter despair.

"Well, well, well! It's lunchtime already! If I'd known, I'd have gotten some food from the Shamanistas. Mmm. No! Eating at a place where there's nothing but wild herbs will only waste your appetite. Come on, let's go eat, and the meal attendants better start preparing the meal! You need to be full to fight, and you can't fight if you're hungry."

"I… tuned in!

He couldn't help but wonder how he could agree with such a counterproductive opinion. He could hear his hopes crashing in his ears.

At Yidou's command, everyone moved to "eat" in unison. Cheong Hyeon was the only one left alone. For a moment, he had the good fortune to enjoy his solitude.

"Tsk!"

As the tension ebbed, hunger washed over him. Feeling a sense of urgency that his share might be gone in an instant, he quickly moved toward the dining hall. One must eat to live, it was an immortal truth.

"I feel sorry for you!"

He was well aware of the feelings Zi Shi had for Yin Do. If Galhyo Feng hadn't gone on a rampage, they would have settled the matter today. He had a smirk on his face, but Chun Shi knew it was the kind of smirk he wore when he was angry.

"Have you not gnashed your teeth in resentment and forgotten?"

"I'm still sore in the side. Do you think you could ever forget?"

Of course, it was impossible to forget. Jisal gestured to the new form, smiling and grinding his teeth.

"I'm sorry, I asked the wrong thing……."

Shaking his head, Chen Xiaolian meekly apologized. He had always buried his emotions under a scaffold and was one of the few people he allowed to express them.

"How can I forget that, when the wound in my side still throbs from the blow he gave me? He put a dagger in the side of an old man because he mocked him for calling his name a woman! A madman, in short, a man without manners!"

Jisal shudders to think back to that moment 15 years ago.

"I hate the color red!"

Fifteen years later, it was still a red-hued jisal.

"I'll let you bury your bones in sugarcane!"

Jisal swore in his heart.

The fact that Mu Jinzhi, the official master in charge of training at the camp, was doing what he was doing while all hell broke loose at the camp was enough to get the attention of the three.

At the time, he was immobilized by a very important task. He had an important mission that required him to enjoy his afternoon walk. Even though his disciples were in danger of dying, he stuck to his walk time. Other than that, his daily schedule was tightly organized, with no breaks.

The next day was scheduled to be a leisurely cup of tea for three hours. Mu Jinzhi was very busy.

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