Kang Sogun

Mo Sang had not learned martial arts. He could not handle Kang Sogun's killing intent.

"Young Master!"

-Cough.

Mo Sang hastily retreated and spat out blood again. He had suffered an internal injury just by being exposed to the killing intent.

At Mo Sang's urgent shout, Kang Sogun's subconscious operated the Golden Elixir True Art. Although the Golden Elixir True Art had awakened, the rampage of the Blood Dragon Qi was fierce.

It was a Blood Dragon Qi that grew by eating anger. The Blood Dragon Qi, which had become huge with Kang Sogun's anger, revealed its momentum to its heart's content.

-Boom!

Kang Sogun, having gathered a thread of consciousness that had awakened with the Golden Elixir True Art, broke the window and flew away.

That night, many people saw a red blood dragon appear in the sky of Nanjing City and disappear.

***

-Cough, cough!

In the cool basement of the Kang Residence, Mo Sang coughed continuously. The doctor was examining Jin Uncho's body.

"Chief Steward, please go in and rest."

"No."

Mo Sang could not leave the spot, even for the sake of his loyalty to Jin Uncho, who had lost his life while working for the Kang Residence.

"It doesn't seem to be poison."

The doctor who had opened Jin Uncho's lungs muttered.

"Not poison?"

"If it were poison, it wouldn't be damaged like this. If you look here, doesn't it look as if something has torn off the flesh?"

The doctor said, tilting his head continuously.

When Mo Sang looked, Jin Uncho's lungs were like a lump of meat that something had gnawed on and left behind.

"He must have been in great pain until he died. For his lungs to be damaged like this."

The doctor clicked his tongue.

Mo Sang looked at Jin Uncho with a mournful face. Jin Uncho, who had endured that pain and had laughed loudly before he died, was truly amazing.

He could not dare to dissect Duke Kang of the state and Princess Yeongan. Jin Uncho had told him to examine his body before he died.

Mo Sang bowed twice to Jin Uncho's body.

"Captain Jin, don't worry about what comes after. The Kang Residence will not forget you."

Mo Sang's heart was heavy as he thought of Jin Uncho's family.

Jin Uncho had two sons. One of them had just started walking.

The widow would not yet know of Jin Uncho's death.

-Cough!

As Mo Sang coughed again, blood came out.

"The Chief Steward's internal injuries are also deep, so let's go quickly."

The doctor grabbed Mo Sang and came out of the basement.

"If it's not poison, then what is it?"

"It seems to be an insect."

"An insect?"

"There are no such insects in the Central Plains. How on earth did it get into his body?"

The doctor rather asked Mo Sang. Mo Sang became serious.

"You must never speak of today's incident. Otherwise, you may not be able to keep your life."

"I also have some sense. Come here quickly and let me check your pulse."

The doctor checked Mo Sang's pulse, wrote a prescription, and left.

Mo Sang looked at the servants who were repairing his broken window.

'Where on earth did he go?'

Kang Sogun had disappeared that night and had not appeared for three days.

***

-Boom!

A cliff collapsed. With a tremendous roar, rocks poured down like rain.

Kang Sogun madly deflected the collapsing rocks. The rocks were broken and shattered into pieces. Only then did Kang Sogun barely calm down.

The red qi that had filled his two eyes gradually disappeared due to the Golden Elixir True Art.

'Where am I?'

Mountains stretched endlessly.

He did not even remember where he was, having run wild for so long.

He had just run madly, following the energy of the red blood dragon. The anger at his own foolishness was the greatest.

"Ugh..."

Suddenly, Kang Sogun prostrated himself and sobbed.

He was engulfed in self-reproach for being so trivial and foolish. The fear that he had lost all his loved ones because of it rushed in.

In fact, what had happened in the Martial Tomb was not something a human could handle. When he had overcome it and had come out, Kang Sogun's consciousness could not be said to be that of a living human.

At that time, Kang Sogun was half out of his mind. He had come to the Kang Residence like that and had been shocked again after hearing the news of his mother's death and his friend and fiancée.

It was a situation where he could not think rationally at all. At that time, he had left the Kang Residence as if possessed by something, like a madman.

In his head, there was only the thought that he had to find his friend and fiancée.

Kang Sogun had wandered the northwestern frontier like a floating soul.

Although he thought he was moving according to his own will, in reality, he was just acting according to the delusion that was circling in his head.

He had killed those who blocked his way and had broken what was in his way. He had followed his friend's tracks like that and had reached the White Dragon Temple of Dongting Lake.

That day.

The day the Three Fiends of the Outer Regions had come and had died.

If Yeon Hwasim's clear eyes had not given his soul a jolt, he would still be floating in the world like a soul wandering the mid-heaven.

Yeon Hwasim's pure eyes, filled with curiosity about the world, had planted a ray of light in his soul. When Yeon Hwasim had come again a year later, he had slowly awakened.

And only now had Kang Sogun returned to being a human and had cried. No, he had cried like a beast in the face of a shocking fact. That itself could be said to be human.

How long had he sobbed?

Blood flowed from his eyes. The Blood Dragon Qi subsided in the face of his sadness. It gradually subsided as if it knew Kang Sogun's sadness.

In fact, the Blood Dragon Qi was just Kang Sogun's thought. Since the strength and feeling of the energy felt like a red dragon, he himself had just thought of it as the Blood Dragon Qi.

Who would know the identity of the Blood Dragon Qi? Those who had died meaninglessly in the Martial Tomb had considered it to be a demonic qi.

As the Blood Dragon Qi subsided, the energy of the Golden Elixir True Art wrapped around Kang Sogun. It spread throughout his body as if to comfort him.

Resentment, hatred, and sadness all have an end.

At some point, Kang Sogun stopped sobbing and stood up. His eyes, from which the delusion had been lifted, were clear.

But they were so cold that they made those who saw them shudder.

Kang Sogun looked around him and then slowly walked down the mountain.

***

It was when the procession, disguised as a merchant group, was going up the mountain pass.

The eyebrows of No Ichil, who was at the head, twitched. Eleven people were standing on the mountain pass. Their momentum, with large sabers by their sides, was like a city wall.

No Ichil had a thought that suddenly came to him from their momentum.

'The Eleven Sabers! The Dragon Slaying Society?'

No Ichil could not help but be surprised. The Eleven Sabers were the masters of the Dragon Slaying Society.

'Oh no, this is a big problem.'

No Ichil looked back. The person in the carriage was Zhu Zhanji. Behind him, Shangguan Qingyou, the Fallen Scholar, Yu Mungwang, and the Seven Beauties, Ban Yeowol, followed.

The martial artists of the Great Righteous Martial Hall, disguised as merchant group martial artists, were following by about ten, and Yeomga and the killers of the sixth hall were following in the dark.

From what he had gathered, the Eleven Sabers were all masters who had surpassed the peak. Moreover, he did not know how many hidden enemies there were.

'This is not good!'

A warning bell rang in No Ichil's head.

'I might ruin things after coming all this way.'

Nanjing was not far, but he had encountered a strong enemy.

No Ichil turned his horse and went to Shangguan Qingyou, who was following behind the carriage.

"Brother, those are the Eleven Sabers of the Dragon Slaying Society."

Shangguan Qingyou had also already seen the people standing on the mountain pass. He frowned and muttered.

"The Dragon Slaying Society. Were they really the hands and feet of the Prince of Han?"

"Oh my. Brother, you are really at leisure. The enemy is right in front of us."

No Ichil rode his horse again and went forward.

"Who are you who are blocking the road?"

The Eleven Sabers were silent.

Instead, a voice that shook the heavens and the earth echoed in the sky.

"Hahaha. How many will know the true meaning of the Dragon Slaying Society?"

No Ichil's complexion changed rapidly.

He had recognized that the owner of the voice was a master who had entered the realm of harmony.

'Could it be?'

The complexions of Shangguan Qingyou, Yu Mungwang, and Ban Yeowol, who were following behind the carriage, also hardened gravely.

"Today, I will strike down the young dragon and let the world know the will of the Dragon Slaying Society!"

The voice echoed again.

The carriage door opened, and Zhu Zhanji came out.

"Who dares to try to capture me?"

Zhu Zhanji's complexion was also grave. He also knew that the opponent was a rare master.

"How dare you insult the imperial family? Are you not afraid of the million-strong army?"

Zhu Zhanji shouted with dignity.

The invisible voice laughed loudly again.

"Hahaha. The imperial family? Since when was this country the property of the Zhu family? The Zhu family, who have plunged the people into misery, are an evil that should rightly disappear!"

"You are a traitor!"

Zhu Zhanji could not contain his anger and drew the sword at his waist.

"Come out quickly. I will personally cut off your head."

"Hahaha. Can you really do that? Tonight, I will drink wine with the heart of a young dragon as a side dish!"

The voice that echoed in the sky was full of resentment.

"Eleven Sabers! Strike!"

An explosive momentum erupted from the Eleven Sabers who were standing on the mountain pass.

"You, retreat and guard!"

No Ichil shouted to the ten or so martial artists.

In a fight between peak masters, the martial artists were just a hindrance.

The Eleven Sabers threw themselves forward. As they swung their sabers in unison, a flashing white light flew. Surprisingly, a materialized saber qi in the form of a saber covered them.

"Quite something!"

Yu Mungwang shouted loudly, flew into the air, and then, while turning his body in the air, drew his sword and swung it.

Sword qi poured out. Dozens of flying swords flew and met the materialized saber qi.

Ban Yeowol also unfolded her sash and wrapped around the flying white light, and Shangguan Qingyou drew a sharp sword from his bamboo staff and thrust it.

No Ichil also swung his sword and met the Eleven Sabers.

-Boom!

As the saber qi and sword qi clashed, a tremendous explosion erupted. The surrounding trees were swept away by the internal energy and were uprooted, and the rocks were shattered.

"Aargh!"

On both sides of the mountain pass where the carriage was climbing, the sound of weapons clashing and screams erupted.

It was clear that the killers of the sixth hall were fighting the martial artists of the Dragon Slaying Society.

"Hahaha! I will personally take your head!"

With a laugh that echoed in the sky, a person soared up from the forest and shot towards Zhu Zhanji.

His momentum was as fierce as a hawk swooping down on its prey. Before the person arrived, a single saber flew.

"Hmph! The traitor is audacious!"

Zhu Zhanji raised his own precious sword and tried to deflect the flying saber.

"Crown Prince! No!"

Shangguan Qingyou, who was fighting two of the Eleven Sabers nearby, was surprised and threw himself forward.

Shangguan Qingyou blocked the saber that was flying towards Zhu Zhanji and thrust his sharp sword. But the saber, as if it were alive, rotated, rode Shangguan Qingyou's sword, and cut his arm.

"Kuh!"

Shangguan Qingyou's right arm was cut off from the elbow.

Only then did Zhu Zhanji realize the viciousness hidden in the flying saber, and his complexion changed greatly.

"Great Warrior Shangguan!"

Zhu Zhanji quickly stood by Shangguan Qingyou's side and raised his sword.

The saber, as if it had a string attached, returned to the hand of the person who was flying.

"This time, you will not be able to avoid it!"

The person who was flying brought down the saber as it was.

A large white light in the form of a saber fell towards Zhu Zhanji and Shangguan Qingyou.

"Saber qi!"

Although Yu Mungwang, Ban Yeowol, and the others saw that the two were in danger, they were tied up by the persistent attacks of the Eleven Sabers and could not withdraw.

A moment of absolute crisis.

-Swish!

Black abacus beads flew in a group and dug into the white light of the saber qi.

-Clang!

The white light of the saber qi barely missed Zhu Zhanji and fell.

-Boom!

Zhu Zhanji could not open his eyes from the aftermath of the falling saber qi.

"Hehe! You're lucky. To have avoided my, Wu Mungeuk's, saber qi!"

The one who had appeared was the sixth-ranked of the ten great masters, the Dragon Slaying Society Master, Wu Mungeuk.

(End of Chapter)