Reaper of the Drifting Moon Chapter 629
The deaths of So Yeo-wol and Song Chun-wu brought about the dissolution of Guryongsalmak.
The survivors of Guryongsalmak, who lost their pivot, scattered.
The warriors of the Geumcheonhoe, who helped build the Cheonrajimang, were also defeated. They fled without looking back, but there were not many survivors.
It was a complete defeat.
Pyo-wol watched as Guryongsalmak and Geumcheonhoe soldiers escaped.
They all lost their influence anyway.
It was impossible for the soldiers of Guryongsalmak, who had lost their pivot, to reunite, and there were not many surviving soldiers of the Geumcheonhoe.
It could not pose any threat to Pyowol and the others.
However, the Bloodghost Corps was different.
The Bloodgwi Corps was a group of flesh demons raised by So Yeo-wol and Song Chun-wu with great care. Of course, his loyalty to the two was bound to be different.
In order to avenge the two, they frantically attacked the assassins of Pyowol and Black World.
A lot of people died.
Still, not a single scream came out.
Blood splattered and corpses piled up.
The blood shed by the assassins formed mine and flowed over the land.
Take a break!
The war of the assassins came to an end as the last Bloodghost was decapitated.
There were no more living blood demons.
That’s how the war of the assassins ended, but the damage to the black world was very great. Almost half of the assassins died in this fight.
Pyowol gave an order to the bloodsuckers.
“Collect the bodies and treat the wounded.”
“I take orders.”
Noe-Eun and Sa-Young stepped back with the answer.
Pyo-wol looked at Hong Ye-seol.
“Are you okay?”
“I got a few minor wounds, but there is no danger to my life.”
Hong Ye-seol smiled.
There was a deep cut on her left elbow. If the wound had been a little deeper, it was so serious that he could not use his left arm forever.
After tearing off his sleeve to stop the bleeding, Hong Ye-seol moved to look at the other assassins.
It was an unexpected war.
Although the victory was won, the damage suffered by Heukgye was very great.
It took a lot of time to collect the dead and treat the wounded.
Pyo-wol looked at the assassins of the black world for a while and approached Soma and Hwangbo-chiseung Nam Shin-woo.
“Is everyone okay?”
“it’s okay. Lord!”
“I can’t stand it bro!”
“are you okay.”
The three answered with difficulty.
Although their lives were not affected, they all suffered significant injuries. They also had to recuperate for quite a long time.
Pyowol let out a light sigh.
However, it soon returned to its usual cold face.
He walked to the place where the bodies of So Yeo-wol and Song Chun-wu were.
The bodies of the two were as they were when they died.
Pyo-wol looked at the two faces in silence.
Even though he put an end to his long-standing bad relationship, his heart was not refreshed.
Pyo-wol was unable to say anything in the whirlwind of complex emotions and just looked at the two faces.
Jang Han, who appeared to be in his early to mid-thirties, and an old man with a thick beard were sitting across a campfire.
I felt an unknown sense of intimidation from the elderly man wearing a dark red long robe. There were many emotions swirling in the eyes of the old man looking at such a mature man.
Suddenly, the older man raised his head and looked at the old man.
“Why are you not eating? Doesn’t it taste good?”
Meat on skewers was cooking over the campfire, but no one touched it.
“It sure looks like you’re full. When I was young, I didn’t even have teeth, so I was hungry…”
The man who treated the old man with a thick beard was Chang Chun-hwa. And the old man who was treated badly by him was Pungjon Jangcheonsa.
Because Zhang Tianhua had a half-roan round, he looked much younger than Fengjon.
There were several wine jars at Fengjon’s feet. However, Fengjon did not touch the wine jar once.
I bought it to get drunk, but I couldn’t bear to put it in my mouth.
It was because he watched Chang Chun-hwa’s deviant behavior right next to him.
Another master fell at the hands of Zhang Chunhua.
He was a warrior who rarely showed himself to the world.
He had no special ambitions and was extremely reluctant to get involved in the world. So few people even knew of his existence.
Chang Chun-hwa went to find such a warrior and slaughtered him.
There was only one reason.
It could be a threat in the future.
Feng Zun tried to stop Zhang Tianhua. However, it was impossible to stop Chang Tianhua with his power.
In the end, Mu-in lost his life at the hands of Chang Cheon-hwa, and the two of them were sleeping like this in a place not too far from his residence.
His taste was bitter and even the smell of his favorite drink was disgusting.
That was the reason why Fengjon did not even touch the wine jar.
Zhang Chunhua took a skewer from the campfire to his mouth.
I chewed the meat of the wild boar I had just hunted.
Juice trickled down his lips, but he chewed on it without hesitation.
Feng Zun watched Zhang Tianhua like that in silence.
A suffocating silence hung between the two.
It was an odd voice that broke the silence.
“Can I eat too? older brother!”
Fengjon was startled by the unfamiliar voice that broke the silence and stood up from his seat.
On the other hand, Jang Chun-hwa was calm and self-sufficient.
He looked at it with an unwavering expression, as if he already knew that the owner of the voice would appear.
An elderly soldier with a sword on his waist broke through the darkness and appeared in front of a campfire before he knew it.
Fengjon looked at the elderly warrior with an expression of disbelief.
It was because he didn’t notice the presence at all while he was right up there.
It was hard to believe considering what he had achieved.
‘A master above me?’
Feng Zun frowned and looked at the elderly warrior.
At that time, an elderly soldier who suddenly appeared looked at Pungjon and said,
“It’s been a while, Pungjon!”
“Do you know me?”
“How can you not know? The wealth of the world…”
The elderly soldier smiled.
Looking closely at his face, Feng Zun widened his eyes.
Because it was only then that he found out his true identity.
“Could it be… Lichong Daehyeok?”
The elderly warrior replied with a smile.
He was the Daowang Li Qing.
Together with Cheonmujang, he is the greatest thief of Gwangmumun and the greatest thief in the world.
Jang Chun-hwa’s lifelong rival, Lee Chung, appeared.
Feng Zun was speechless and only opened his mouth.
I was so shocked that my mind went blank.
On the other hand, Jang Chun-hwa was calm.
As if he knew in advance that Lee Chung would appear, he invited a seat in the front.
“Thank you brother!”
“What is your brother…”
Cheonhwa Jang smiled.
Li Qing sat across from Zhang Tianhua. Then, Chang Chun-hwa handed over a piece of meat on a skewer to Li Cheng.
“It will be worth eating.”
“Even if it wasn’t so, it was a car I used to go out with.”
“Why are you so busy skipping meals and walking around?”
“It’s all because of my brother.”
“Your older brother is such a rookie that you don’t have time to eat.”
“joy! So what are you chasing me for? When the time comes, I will find it on my own.”
“If you just leave your brother alone, won’t more people die?”
“So you’re trying to prevent their deaths yourself? You are still sentimental.”
Chang Chun-hwa laughed at Yi Cheng.
However, Lee Chung didn’t care and continued talking.
“Your brother is so dry of emotion.”
“Gangho is not a place where you can get through with a soft sensibility.”
“Because there are so many people like you who define everything as enemies, it is inevitable that the river will be this tough…”
Zhang Chunhua clicked his tongue.
Zhang Chunhua looked at Lee Chung for a moment before reaching out his hand. Then, the two wine jars at Poongjon’s feet were dragged by the empty water.
He held out one of them to Lee Chung and said.
“Would you like a drink?”
“I can’t drink because I don’t have it, so why not?”
“Let’s have a drink.”
“So be it.”
Chang Chun-hwa handed a wine jar to Li Cheng.
Lee Chung broke the seal on the wine jar. Then the poisonous incense spread in all directions.
Zhang Chunhua also broke the seal and brought the wine jar to his mouth.
He drank without breathing.
It was the same with Lee Chung.
Lee Chung gulped down the wine from the jar as if he had been starving for a long time.
“Big! A good drink.”
“It’s a drink that my brother found with great difficulty.”
“Thank you! Thanks to abundance, my thirst is quenched.”
Li Qing bowed his eyes to Feng Zun.
Because I couldn’t understand what was happening right in front of my eyes.
Chang Chun-Hwa and Li Cheng were enemies.
They have been at odds for decades, sometimes fiercely fighting.
It wasn’t comfortable enough to see each other and drink like this. But they treated each other like close friends.
This situation was incomprehensible to the common sense of Poongzon.
‘What is this?’
It was then.
“There is no such thing as being so bewildered. Lee Chung and I are old enemies, but we know each other that much. Shall we say that they are close to each other while fighting? There is no one in the world who knows more about Lee Chung than I do. It’s the same with Lee Chung. Rather, he will know me better than you.”
“If it weren’t for his consideration when Master lost to Lee Gwak Daehyeop, I wouldn’t be where I am today. He saved me even though he knew everything. If he had an evil mind then, I wouldn’t exist now. That’s why I also respect him and Chung. Apart from my public position.”
At the mention of Li Guo, Zhang Chunhua’s face flashed with awe. I sincerely respect Lee Gwak, but I fear him.
The footprints Lee Kwak left were so great that he was respected even by his enemies.
Lee Gwak said that he would leave the affairs of future generations to the next generations.
In fact, he did not intervene in the affairs of posterity after that.
Out of respect for Li Guo, Zhang Chunhua did not show any ambition until he completely retired from Jianghu. Of course, it would be a lie if I said there was no fear at all.
It was after that that Zhang Tianhua fought against Li Cheng.
He fought seven times, lost six times, and won only once.
Excluding the parties involved, Jang Chun-hwa and Lee Chung, only Pyo-wol knew about Kang Ho-secret.
“And if we fight this time, it will be the eighth time. Whoever wins, this will be the last fight.”
Zhang Chunhua stared at Yi Cheng’s face.
Yicheng nodded and said.
“Because the loser will no longer be allowed to live.”
“As expected, you communicate well.”
“I like you too.”
“I am always grateful to you. Even while my ugly younger brother turned away from me, you were endlessly interested in me.”
“Is that because he really liked you? I watched it because I didn’t know what kind of incident it would cause if I left it alone.”
“Like this time?”
“Like this time.”
“What do you mean? Because of you, my life is not lonely.”
“Neither do I.”
“Now who will take me off without you?”
“Don’t treat someone who is already dead. Because it tastes bad.”
Yi Cheng glared at Chang Chun-hwa and drank the rest of the drink. Then, Cheonhwa Chang also drank all the wine in the jar.
All the wine jars were thrown to the floor by Bija Zhang Tianhua.
The wine jar was shattered, sending debris flying in all directions.
Lee Chung also threw a wine jar and broke it.
He stood up, wiping his lips with his sleeve.
“Now that you’ve finished drinking, let’s begin. Our last fight…”
“Yes! Let’s start. Even if it wasn’t, I was getting tired of it.”
Jang Cheonhwa also rolled up her sleeves and rose from her seat.
Feng Zun couldn’t say anything.
He was the only witness watching the battle between the two absolutes.