Return of the Blossoming Blade Chapter 957

Episode 957 Where is the volcano? (1)

Plop!

Namgung Dowi, who had fallen to the surface, gritted his teeth.

‘father!’

know. You shouldn’t be sad. There is no time to be sad.

He waved his arms and legs convulsively. Now, looking only at the riverside not far away.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaah!”

An extremely pitiful voice burst from his mouth.

Anger, sadness, pain, anger.

Numerous emotions were mixed together and erupted into an animal-like howl.

I couldn’t tell whether it was blood, tears, or river water flowing down my face. All they do is move their limbs in a fitful manner and move forward.

If he dies here, it will be the last of those who passed away there.

So you have to go!

“Aaaah!”

Namgung Do-wi, who was advancing with a desperate shout, had to stop before he could move forward a few steps. The enemy soldiers stationed at the front quickly surrounded him.

Nangong Daowi glared at them with bloodshot eyes and pulled out his sword.

‘Don’t get excited.’

I feel like I want to release the anger I have built up against them. I feel like I want to let go of all reason and swing my sword before collapsing from exhaustion.

But that shouldn’t be the case.

Because his life is not his own now.

‘I have to survive.’

certainly! certainly!

Paaaaaa!

His sword cut the waist of the approaching enemy in one go.

Hot blood spurted out from the torn corpse and covered Nangung Dowi’s face. The cold river water and hot blood mixed together.

Quack!

The flying harpoon grazed his arm and ripped out a handful of flesh. But I didn’t even have time to feel the pain. Nangung Dowi reflexively swung his sword and stabbed the enemy, then struck the water and advanced forward.

‘I have to live!’

Quack!

The harpoon flew out of the water and burrowed into his stomach. Nangung Do-wi stretched out his hand and broke the stem of the harpoon, and swung his sword in a panic.

‘certainly!’

The riverside is not far now.

Just a little… just a little more!

“Aaaahhh!”

Every time he swung his sword in a fit, the white sword energy cut into the bodies of the enemies. Even though his face was covered in hot blood, his limbs did not stop moving.

‘Must…’

If you go a little further…

Quaaaaaaaaa!

At that moment, Namgung Dowi reflexively turned around as an ominous sound penetrated his ears.

A silent river crossing.

Dogang, who had even defeated the Emperor of Namgung, was flying in a straight line towards Daowi of Namgung. A blow so strong that my exhausted body couldn’t even dare to take it.

Nangung Dowi’s pupils were trembling as his eyes widened.

‘Not…’

Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

At that moment, Do-gang, which was flying in a straight line, caused a huge explosion in the air. The enemies chasing Nangong Daowi screamed as they were swept away by the huge explosion of energy.

“Aaaahhh!”

“Aaaahhh!”

Nangung Dowi was momentarily taken aback.

‘what?’

What happened?

But instead of thinking further, he immediately turned around. What is important now is not ‘why’. All that matters is surviving somehow.

“Get out of the way you bastards!”

With a desperate shout, Namgung Dowi headed toward land.

“This…”

The angry Black Dragon King’s eyes were bloodshot.

“What are you doing?”

A face full of anger.

The Black Dragon King has never once suppressed this anger. If he is this angry, no matter who the opponent is, he has to rush in and put an end to it.

However, even though he was angry now, he couldn’t bring himself to rush at the other person.

The reason is very simple.

This is because the person who has made him angry now is none other than the defeated army, Jang Il-so.

“I didn’t ask you why you blocked my attack!”

He obviously tried to put an end to it. If there had been no interference, Namgung Dowi would have died on the spot. However, before his attack could reach Namgung Do-wi, it exploded due to the tension thrown by Jang Il-so.

In other words, Jang Il-so saved Namgung Do-wi’s life.

“Hmm.”

Jang Il-so let out a small snort and just looked at the Black Dragon King with an annoyed face.

“Ryeonju!”

“Tsk tsk.”

In the end, the Black Dragon King could not stand it anymore and shouted again, and Jang Il-so lightly clicked his tongue and glared at him as if reproaching him.

“It’s because people are so cruel…”

“…What did you say?”

Jang Il-so smiled, his red lips curled beautifully.

“It really makes you cry, doesn’t it?”

“….”

“I tried so hard to save my child, but killing the father and the child is not a human duty. “That is so heartbreaking.”

The Black Dragon King gritted his teeth.

What kind of bullshit is this?

“Hahahaha.”

Jang Il-so, who laughed out loud at that expression, glanced at Namgung Do-wi. He was desperately trying to overcome the attacks of his enemies. Jang Il-so’s eyes narrowed.

“Don’t you want to see it?”

“…What do you mean?”

“The moment the author arrives at the riverside and encounters Shaolin.”

The Black Dragon King, who was about to say something, closed his mouth. Jang Il-so continued speaking slowly.

“Isn’t that what people are like? How to cover up, hide, and turn a blind eye to what you consider to be dishonorable. But… it will definitely come as you live. “The moment when you have to face your own shame head on.”

“….”

“At that time….”

Ilso licked his red lips slowly and looked at the Black Dragon King.

“Do you know what facial expressions people make?”

The Black Dragon King’s shoulders trembled slightly.

He couldn’t understand Lee Ja’s thoughts at all. But there was no need for that. Jang Il-so’s malicious intent can be vividly conveyed without any need to understand it.

“Now you will see.”

Hearing Jang Il-so’s light voice, the Black Dragon King quietly glared at him. However, as time passed, this time it was the Black Dragon King who avoided his gaze first.

“Collect the bodies!”

The Black Dragon King, who commanded in a harsh voice, turned and walked away from Jang Il-so as if he was displeased.

Hu Jiaming, who was listening to this entire conversation, shook his head.

I know how you feel, but I didn’t like that attitude.

‘It won’t be long.’

Hu Jiaming, who stared at the back of the Black Dragon King with sharp eyes, straightened his complexion as if he had washed himself and spoke to Jang Ilso.

“Lyeonju now….”

“Shh.”

At that time, Jang Il-so stopped Hu Ji-myeong and slowly stretched out his hand as if to tell him to be quiet. And then he grabbed the bottle of alcohol that was on the table.

He was looking down at the pure white liquor bottle, reached out over the railing, and slowly tilted the bottle.

Slurp, rippling.

The liquor that flowed out was sprayed onto the cold surface of the Yangtze River.

Hu Jiaming, who understood the meaning of that action, looked at Jang Ilso with strange eyes.

“Don’t you hate stupid people?”

“I don’t like it.”

Jang Il-so nodded slowly.

“But I don’t hate you.”

“….”

Suddenly, silence fell on the Yangtze River again. Jang Il-so’s slightly sunken eyes looked at the flowing river as if nothing had happened.

“I achieved what I wanted to achieve, so there will be no regrets.”

The alcohol that Jang Il-so spilled scattered like rain over the Yangtze River.

My toes touched the ground.

with a splash.

Namgung Do-wi took a step forward with a foot that was as strong as a thousand pounds.

At this point, the enemy’s pursuit stopped.

A path of blood appeared in the black river he passed. At the end, Namgung Dowi continued to walk even though he was stumbling.

The water that had been submerged up to his neck reaches his chest, and soon his upper body is completely exposed out of the water.

with a splash. with a splash.

“Live…”

He kept muttering as if he were possessed by something.

His eyes were half closed and his pupils were blurry, but Nangung Dowi just kept moving forward.

“I have to live….”

Splash. with a splash.

Soon his feet emerged out of the water.

chin.

When he reached the land, he walked languidly. River water poured down from his sword that came out of the water.

And…

the people standing on the riverside watched him get out of the water without even making a sound. Even though they saw the stumbling figure walking towards them, they did not dare to do anything.

Because I feel guilty. Because I have no shame.

I didn’t even dare to help him as he stumbled.

Trudging. Trudging.

Finally, Nangong Daowi reached in front of them, slammed his sword on the floor, and leaned forward.

It was truly miserable.

There were no wounds anywhere on his body, and the water dripping from his body was bright red mixed with blood. And even now, blood was still coming out. As the hem of his clothes turned red, the hearts of those who saw this also throbbed.

“Cough! Cough!”

Namgung Do-wi’s upper body shook violently as he coughed wetly and then regained his proper position with difficulty.

Eventually, very slowly, for what seemed like eons to those watching, Namgung Dowi’s head lifted up.

Who would dare to look into those eyes?

Nangong Daowi’s head was raised, but their gazes still could not meet. Everyone lowered their gaze and turned their heads away as if they had made a promise.

The Shaolin monks who stood here like a stone watch and watched the whole situation on the Yangtze River.

Our fellow disciples arrived late at the Yangtze River and were unable to do anything.

Even the beggars of openness who prided themselves on living in the lowest places with only consensus in their hearts.

No one could meet Nangong Daowi’s eyes.

Even Shaolin’s leader, Beopjeong, turned his gaze towards the distant sky.

If it were a human being, it would be like that. Anyone with even a shred of conscience left can’t bear to look into those eyes.

“Huh…”

A voice like a moan came out from Namgung Dowi’s mouth.

“Hehe…”

And the distorted voice soon turned into a low laugh.

No one here knew the meaning of that laughter. I could only guess from the glimmer of self-deprecation and glimmer of sadness buried there.

“Cough! Cough!”

Nangong Dao-wi, who once again coughed loudly and stumbled as if he was about to fall, corrected himself by pressing down on his sword. And took a long breath.

At that moment, everyone there was scared.

Whether the words that come out of that mouth are scathing criticism, stern rebuke, or outright sarcasm… they can’t resist. Because I have no choice but to close my eyes and listen.

What would they say if they were Nangong Daowi?

The expected words were too many and painful. There was nothing that didn’t hurt.

And after that long and short period of pain… Namgung Dowi finally spoke.

They barely managed to overcome the urge to block their ears and listened to Namgung Dowi’s voice.

However, what came out of Nangong Daowi’s mouth at that moment was neither criticism, nor criticism, nor sarcasm.

It was a very unexpected statement that no one here expected.

Everyone who had their heads down opened their eyes and raised their heads. To make sure I didn’t mishear something.

Naturally, those many gazes met those of Namgung Daowi.

There was no expectation or emotion in Nangong Daowi’s gaze. The moment everyone saw those indifferent and dark eyes, everyone realized. What mistake did they make?

And at that moment, Nangong Daowi spoke clearly once again.

“…the volcano.”

It was a voice that was clear and devoid of any emotion, making it difficult to ignore.

“…Where is the volcano?”