Chapter 193: The Altar of Flames (3)

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*Clang clang clang clang!*

As the battle resumed, Yang Kang, the leader of the Red Flame Squad, was engulfed in an inexplicable feeling.

‘What is this guy?’

The participation of the disciples was a painful mistake he hadn’t anticipated.

‘Or was it a mistake?’

He had been sensing everything happening here with his intuition.

Until the disciples appeared, he hadn’t sensed any anomaly.

‘How could these brats deceive my senses?’

With the grace of the Eight Heavenly Apostles, he had become confident that he wouldn’t lose to any powerful martial artist.

But he hadn’t expected someone here to deceive his senses.

‘I didn’t sense anything.’

They appeared suddenly as if out of nowhere.

What was even more perplexing.

‘Even standing right in front of me, I can’t sense his presence.’

An impossible thing.

As the right hand of the Eight Heavenly Apostles, having been generously taught the Sun God Technique, he was confident.

‘Even the top ten martial artists in the world can’t evade my senses.’

Yet, he couldn’t take his eyes off this strange presence standing right in front of him.

“This guy is the leader!”

He felt the orthodox elders stabbing at his back.

“Foolish.”

*Swish!*

Glancing at the blue and clear aura stabbing at his back, he gathered his hands at his heart.

“You hasten your death.”

*Boom!*

A massive surge of extreme yang energy from his dantian created a great flame.

An internal energy of four generations (240 years).

The maximum internal energy a human can handle is about one generation.

But with the grace of the Heavenly Destruction Society, he had already gathered more than twice that amount.

*Boom!*

The immense energy, beyond human capacity, created a shockwave, sinking the ground within ten feet.

*Boom boom boom boom!*

The surrounding area was swept by massive flames and heat.

“Ugh!”

“Cough!”

“Ugh!”

Namgung Il-jun, Mo Yong-ju, and Baek Ri Seon-ho, who were attacking, vomited blood and staggered back dozens of steps.

“Fools.”

*Step. Step.*

Having crushed their momentum in an instant, Yang Kang, the leader of the Red Flame Squad, exuded a fierce killing intent.

“I don’t need to take you to the Apostle. I’ll kill you myself.”

Having overwhelmed three transcendent masters in an instant, he was about to deliver a death sentence.

A chill ran down his spine, and he quickly turned.

‘I definitely felt a killing intent piercing my neck.’

Touching his neck, he felt the wetness on his hand.

‘Who…’

Looking up, he saw it.

The glass-like eyes glimmering through the disheveled hair.

‘This guy is dangerous!’

Instinctively feeling the danger, he flinched.

“Wow. Scary.”

Was this monster playing games?

“I’m so scared my legs won’t move.”

The words of this alien presence were incomprehensible.

“But it seems the tide has turned in our favor.”

What?

Distracted by the incomprehensible words, he was caught off guard.

‘Again!’

The mysterious force that had bound his senses dissipated, revealing a terrifying presence beyond.

*Boom!*

It was the great resonance of a sword crying out.

*Boom boom boom boom!*

Each step echoed like the footsteps of a giant shaking the mountains and forests.

*Boom boom!*

The massive presence quickly closed the distance, breaking through the cliff.

– How dare you claim the dark path in front of me!

With a stern voice, the atmosphere resonated, creating shockwaves.

*Boom!*

The fierce wind pressure blew his clothes to one side, and everything was pressed down by the wind.

Everyone saw it.

The overwhelming presence that descended like a comet from the high cliff.

In the storm stood a man with a blue, single-eyed glare.

“The One-Eyed Sword God, Dokgo Yul!”

One of the top ten swordsmen in the world and the strongest rising master in Jianghu.

“Damn it! If he’s here, then!”

*Boom!*

Seeing the shadow of a fire dragon rising behind the collapsing cliff, Yang Kang cursed.

“The Light Of flame, Ma Gil-sang!”

Responding to his desperate shout.

– Roar!

“Flame Dragon Emergence!”

“The Light Of flame is here too!”

A massive fire dragon, even hotter than the sun, roared towards the sky.

***

The appearance of two beings who drove the enthusiasts of Jianghu wild was despairing.

No matter how formidable the Red Flame Squad was, they were swept away by these two monsters who had transcended human limits.

*Slash!*

Wherever the chilling sword light passed, the Red Flame Squad members spewed blood helplessly.

*Roar!*

Where the flame dragon rampaged, the engulfed members screamed in agony.

An overwhelmingly divine presence.

“Damn it. Is that the Flame Dragon Emergence of The Light Of flame?”

Seeing the flames that even made him retreat, Yang Kang realized.

‘The match-up is bad.’

The Sun God Technique, if mastered, could contend with the Flame Dragon.

But despite being able to summon flames with the grace of the Heavenly Destruction Society, he couldn’t handle someone born with the extreme yang body.

Moreover, The Light Of flame, Ma Gil-sang, though appearing middle-aged, had earned the title of The Light Of flame thirty years before his birth.

Even Yang Kang couldn’t guarantee victory against Him.

Especially with the One-Eyed Sword God by his side.

“We retreat from here!”

The order to retreat, given with blood in his eyes, wasn’t just because of them.

***

Yang Kang realized something was wrong.

*Slash!*

“Ugh! Leader! Save me!”

A member of the Red Flame Squad, impaled by a shadowy figure, disappeared into the darkness of the forest.

*Rustle.*

*Crack! Crack!*

“Aaaaaaah!”

The black mist hunted the Red Flame Squad, dragging them into the darkness.

“No! No!”

“Save me!”

“Sa… Ugh. Crack!”

After three more members were ensnared and disappeared, Yang Kang saw it.

‘A black bandage.’

At the same time, the elusive presence.

Realizing the identity of the assassin chasing him, Yang Kang’s heart sank.

‘The Reaper of the Desert, Gokju.’

The ruler of the northern desert, controlling six months of darkness and six months of daylight.

Realizing this, Yang Kang’s heart pounded.

‘Did the Reaper of the Desert move as soon as they appeared?’

It couldn’t be a coincidence.

The ruler of the desert, who thrived in the darkness, wouldn’t move without reason.

‘Is the Desert Assassins’ Guild opposing the Eight Heavenly Apostles?’

Realizing this, Yang Kang found himself alone, with all his followers gone.

*Stop.*

Alone in the forest, he was left trembling.

“Curse you, Gokju!”

“Heh-heh-heh.”

In the darkness, bandages twisted menacingly.

“Is the escape over?”

*Rustle.*

The bandages, moving like living creatures, wrapped around and spat out a small figure.

With a pale face, white hair, and ominous red eyes, the figure made Yang Kang grit his teeth.

“The ruler of the north! Did you get permission from the Six Heavenly Apostles, or is this betrayal?”

“Six Heavenly Apostles? The ruler of the north?”

Ah.

The bandages laughed mockingly, dancing in the air.

“Is that what the master mentioned?”

“Master? Is that old man, the Wind Guest, trying to use the desert’s power against the Eight Heavenly Apostles?”

“What’s that?”

The bandages, moving threateningly, quickly wrapped around Yang Kang’s limbs.

“Damn it!”

Raising his internal energy, Yang Kang tore off the black bandages and stomped the ground.

*Fwoosh!*

Moving with rapid footwork, each step igniting flames.

But the black bandages, spread everywhere, didn’t easily reveal a path.

“Damn it!”

Raising his internal energy again, he spewed flames as the eerie voice echoed from the darkness.

“I’ll leave the head. The master needs it.”

*Slash!*

The bandages, wrapping around his wrists and ankles, bound Yang Kang, making him scream.

“Wind Guest! You bastard!”

*Rustle.*

Dragged into the darkness, his desperate scream echoed for a long time.

***

“Monster.”

Someone muttered in fear.

But Dokgo Yul’s sword continued to dance.

*Slash!*

Moving forward without hesitation, his divine sword created a brutal art amidst the spurting blood.

“No! Don’t come near!”

*Fwoosh!*

Some of the terrified Red Flame Squad members spewed flames, but Dokgo Yul easily cut through them.

*Boom! Boom!*

The halved fireballs created two mounds of dirt behind him.

“Elemental qi is troublesome.”

But only for those who can’t project their will into their sword.

“If you can project your will into the sword, you can cut through the will of the flames.”

Muttering the enlightenment of supreme martial arts, Dokgo Yul created three headless corpses as he passed.

“Some call this the realm of the Mind Sword.”

Projecting one’s will into the sword to cut through the essence of objects and existence.

“Whether those blinded by the dark path understand this or not.”

Standing amidst a sea of corpses, Dokgo Yul moved with indifference, creating a massacre like a wind.

It was a sight so terrifying that even the enemies and his allies were drenched in cold sweat.

“Of course, cutting through something like that is a bit more difficult.”

*Boom!*

Seeing the massive flame dragon turn a group of enemies into charcoal, he shrugged.

Moving without any emotion, severing life and death, he suddenly stopped.

*Thud.*

Then tears fell.

‘Master.’

The one he dreamed of was waving from there.

***

Seeing the One-Eyed Giant suddenly stop and cry, the instructors and disciples were bewildered.

“The One-Eyed Sword God… is crying?”

Even those who had been fearful of his cold slaughter lowered their heads.

“Is he blaming himself for being too late?”

“If it’s Dokgo Yul, then yes. He’s like a paragon of justice.”

“I felt scared of such a righteous and warm person, even if just for a moment.”

“Me too. I’m too ashamed to lift my head.”

As everyone fell silent in reverence.

Only Cho Un-hwi understood the true meaning of Dokgo Yul’s reaction.

‘He’s sulking.’

Seeing him fixedly staring with his single eye, not moving, it was clear.

[Why did you leave me out….]

As expected.

[Are you enjoying Jianghu without me?]

No, you fool.

[A night parade of a hundred ghosts. You left me out of the night parade of a hundred ghosts.]

I told you, that’s not it!

[I’m disappointed, master. The principles of Jianghu have fallen, master.]

Seeing the tears in his single eye, Cho Un-hwi already felt a headache coming on.