Return of the Blossoming Blade Chapter 1581

Episode 1581 Then who are you? (1)

“Taaaaaat!”

Zhongli-hyung became thoughtful and cut off the retreating enemy’s neck with a single sword.

The heavy feeling of brushing against the tip of the sword leaves a lingering sensation all the way to the fingertips.

It was an emotion that I should not have dared to feel as I was walking on the right path, but the sensation of cutting off the head of an evil enemy seemed to instantly relieve my insides that had been rotten and sore.

‘To these guys…!’

They were now actually proving that there was no one who would dare to use the word ‘at best’ for the world’s worst evil spirits. It is not enough to label Sapaeryun as ‘gu file one room’.

As I watched the Sapa bastards retreating with their pale faces, I felt refreshed, but at the same time, a thousand dollars came to me.

“He was acting proudly!”

Lightning-like swift swords pierce the necks of those who retreat one after another.

“Oops!”

Watching the people falling down like rotten straw without even being able to scream properly, Zhong Lihyeong roughly shook the blood off his sword.

‘What on earth have we been doing all this time?!’

Yes, in fact, most of the Safa factions I have dealt with so far have been like this.

A flock of seungnyangs. When they trust in their numbers and go on a rampage, they are so threatening that even tigers can chase them away, but each one of them is truly pitiful.

That’s why I’m behaving like this in front of him now.

Those who have nothing to rely on except their numbers become nothing but trash the moment they lose that advantage.

“It was only like this!”

The bell-shaped sword filled with anger was continuously fired towards the front.

Jong-ri-hyeong, who once again pierced Sa-pa’s neck, looks sharply ahead.

‘My eyes were blurry.’

Of course, it would be too much to say that I was afraid of the Sapaeryeon, but it is true that I felt something like a sense of discomfort.

Clearly, Sapaeryun deserved it.

However, the moment he faced the reality with his sword, Zhongli-hyung once again realized a very obvious fact.

Until now, the old faction has never confronted the Sapaeryeon head-on.

Even during the terrible Yangtze River Disaster, Maehwa Island, and even in Nanjing and Sichuan, the old faction always took the opponents wherever they wanted and fought where they wanted.

Force the most difficult enemy to fight by pushing him into the place where the enemy is most difficult to fight.

Even if you want to lose, you play with your opponent by creating a situation where it will be difficult to lose.

What made it possible was clearly the power of the Sapae-ryeon, or rather the power of Jang Il-so’s resourcefulness.

However, in other words, this means that in a place where Jang Il-so’s resourcefulness cannot be exercised, the Sapae-ryeon is nothing more than a group of tens of thousands of Sapae-ryeon.

‘Director!’

The court knew.

Here, there are no cliffs for Jang Il-so to use and no Yangtze River to tie his feet to. It is just a wide field without any rough battle lines.

In this place, the power of the nine factions is complete, and the strengths of the four factions lose all their power.

The court knew all of this, so they ran all the way here, scolding everyone. So as not to miss this one opportunity.

‘If this is the case, isn’t victory natural?’

Since it is a room full of people, at first glance, the faces look glamorous. However, when we look at it calmly, Maninbang is nothing more than a sect that only uses its power in Guizhou, and Black Ghost is nothing more than a ragtag group of people who have increased their power based on their wealth.

If they can stick together properly, why would the old faction be afraid of them?

Jong-ri-hyung held the bottle tightly.

I don’t want to admit it, but the fear I was holding inside disappears.

Then, a feeling of compensation for the time spent curled up in that empty space came flooding back. At the same time, even the feeling of merit that I had been suppressing.

Victory has already been achieved.

So, who will receive the most praise after this victory, and which faction will receive the most glory?

Shaolin who created this whole situation?

‘…maybe that’s not necessarily true.’

Jong Li-hyeong’s eyes instantly lit up like a hawk stalking its prey.

If there was an ingenious strategy in this war, it might be if it was a fierce battle in which both sides gave everything they had.

However, if that is not the case, people in the world will most likely pay attention to something else.

What everyone is most curious about.

A value that everyone cannot help but value. The most important thing that determines the direction of war since ancient times.

Jong-ri-hyeong’s burning gaze was focused on one place.

To a man standing behind the human curtain spread out in front of him wearing a more colorful long robe than anyone else.

‘Jang Il-so’s neck.’

The world will definitely want to check.

Which clan and who is returning with that head? Who cut off that head and ended this long war? Who saved this Jungwon from the devil’s clutches?

Ten years. No, it is an achievement that will be talked about for at least a hundred years, perhaps even a thousand years.

At this moment, Zhongliheng’s sword was asking him.

Are you going to miss this golden opportunity? What on earth is the reason I’ve been learning the sword all this time?

Some may call this a desire for publicness or excessive greed.

“Haaaab!”

Paaaaat!

The bell-shaped sword shot out like a beam of light. The confident tip of the sword pierces right through the hearts of the enemies.

‘no! no!’

This is neither a sense of fairness nor excessive greed. Jang Il-so is disrupting the world, and someone needs to cut off the author’s head. This is an undeniable truth.

Who can say that Zhongli-hyung does not have that qualification?

Just because Shaolin led everyone to this point does not mean that they are the only ones entitled to the funeral.

Rather, wouldn’t it prove that the person discussing such qualifications here is a person obsessed with resonance without any interest in the well-being of the world?

Jong-ri-hyeong’s eyes become increasingly red.

There is someone right there right now, wearing a blood-red long robe and showing off so much splendor that you can’t take your eyes off him. It looks like it’s going to be caught at any moment.

“Punch through! Move forward! “I will cut off the defeated army’s head!”

Jong-li-hyeong, who released everything he had been suppressing, began to raise his internal strength as much as he could.

Taaaaaang!

There was a loud noise. Rather than the sound of a sword being swung, it was closer to the sound of a longbow being pulled to its limit and being cut off.

Pengyeop, who cut off the enemy’s waist with a single sword, gritted his teeth and glared ahead.

Victory? That’s not enough.

need more more!

He needs something to completely solidify his weak position. An achievement so clear that it silenced the elders within the family who were still watching him with suspicion!

‘older brother.’

Pengyeop’s older brother was generous. No one doubted that he was a talented person who would bring glory to the family. This person is more like a panga than anyone else. That kind of Peng Jaseo was Peng Yeop’s older brother.

On the other hand, Pengyeop was not like that.

His innately cautious personality led him to be labeled as unfit for a top family.

No matter how hard you try, your innate temperament is difficult to change.

Even though he played the role of grandeur, practiced the Tao, and discussed the Tao, the adjective ‘unbecoming of a Paengga’ that stuck with him did not come off easily.

‘Damn it!’

Even when his brother’s arrogance turns into self-righteousness and strangles the elders, he reaches out to Peng Yeop to save them from the danger of losing power.

Pengyeop, who joined forces with them, pushed out his older brother and took the position of head of the family.

The elders were always suspicious of Paengyeop because it was ‘unbecoming of Paengga’.

Pengyeop is no longer needed by them. It’s just a defective product that I had to use for a while because I needed it. So, when its usefulness runs out, it has to go back to being a useless defective product.

Perhaps they are already looking for a replacement for Pengyeop. This is the person who has that goddamn arrogance that is more like a Panga than anyone else.

Do you regret it?

No way.

There are no regrets. Even if Peng Zishu, whom he pushed away with his own hands and turned into a ruined person, was his brother. Thanks to his generous personality, he was the older brother who cared for his younger brother, Pengyeop, more than his father.

There can be no regrets.

Those who bought it believing they would stand on top do not know. We do not know the feelings of someone who cannot stand on top forever. Can you imagine the feelings of someone who is closer than anyone else but can never take the last step and is not qualified to take that step?

So, you must have looked at Pengyeop with those eyes. Even at the very end, his eyes were full of trust, telling him that his younger brother would never lead him into a trap.

Love it!

Pengyeop’s sword was swung roughly. The enemy’s body was cut down and destroyed. It is extremely strong and incredibly fast.

But I know Pengyeop now. Even in a world where strength is everything, there are things that cannot be achieved through strength alone.

‘I didn’t want to be the head of the family.’

I just wanted to prove it. He too can become the head of the Paeng family. That he has the potential to become a greater head of the family than his older brother.

If anyone had acknowledged him, Peng Yep would have stayed in his position as an assistant to Peng Jaseo for the rest of his life.

But that one person was not there. No one acknowledged it.

So I have no regrets. What I had to throw away to prove it was too much, but I will never regret it.

‘I’m not wrong.’

Even if he goes back, his choice is the same. He must be right. If he wasn’t right, everything he’s done would be negated.

Therefore, it was rather bright.

The enemy’s leader, the demon of Gwiju, the emperor of Gangnam….

No matter how many words are listed, they cannot fully explain Jang Il-so as seen by Peng-yeop.

Now, in Pengyeop’s eyes, that man looked like a bright red fruit.

You have to get your hands on it. I have to get my hands on it somehow.

If so, no one will be able to deny him now. Everything he has done will be justified and will be a decision for Kang-ho’s well-being.

Even at this moment, the idiots of the Peng family watching in the safety of Beijing will have no choice but to bow their heads before his brilliant feat.

“Ah…”

Pengyeop’s hand reaches out towards Jang Ilso standing in the distance.

A burning thirst that cannot be quenched by anything.

The only one who can resolve this is out there.

The one who will make Pang Yeop a proud head of the Paeng family and a great hero, rather than a miserable person who must hide behind the authority of the court.

If only I could get my hands on that head!

“Paguuuuun!”

A roar exploded from Pengyeop’s mouth.

“Ah ah ah ah ah!”

He let out a scream that resembled a scream and swung his sword while maximizing his internal strength.

The factions blocking the road to Jang Il-so are slaughtered all at once.

Blood sprays like a downpour.

Normally, he would have frowned in disgust, but right now, Pengyeop felt nothing. No, right now, the hot, fishy blood pouring down my face is so sweet and unpleasant.

“Kill!”

This may be proof that Panga blood runs deep in him too.

“Kill! all! “Kill everyone who stands in your way, leaving no one behind!”

Pengyeop headed towards the brilliant light that seemed to blind his eyes.

A light named Jang Il-so. Toward the glory he deserves.