Chapter 497

Episode 497

Du-du-du.

The ground trembled at the galloping footsteps.

Tak Shuu.

The man who broke away from the ranks stepped on the ground roughly, leaped, flew in like a flying bird, and landed on the battlefield.

Wow.

The footsteps of the man who landed right in the middle of the two groups that were approaching each other were deeply etched into the ground.

hey hey.

Dust raised by the heavy impact was blown away by the wind.

“Whoa...”

The man, who had been lying on the ground as he had landed, took a deep breath and slowly raised himself.

Was it because he burst into the battlefield out of nowhere and wiped the sweat from his brow?

Everyone stopped and looked at the man with blank expressions.

Han Moo-hwa, who was approaching, and the soldiers of the Jeongmu-maeng and the generals of the Hwang army, who were approaching.

And the moment I checked his face, the atmosphere between the two camps was sharply divided.

The man Jinmu appeared.

What appeared on the faces of those who blocked him was unbearable joy, and Han Moo-hwa’s face was nervously distorted.

“Shamanless Swordsman...”

There was no way I didn’t know that face.

Because he had been a nemesis of the palace for a long time.

But did the explosion and extinction fail?

Seeing that it appeared only now, it must have been clear that he had entered the cold mountain with the bait of Cheonlip.

Han Moo-hwa’s eyes trembled in bewilderment at the sight of him returning intact from the camp of death where he could never come out alive.

And most of all, the moment he flew through the air and stepped on the ground, the killing spirit and momentum of Han Moo-hwa, who had been pressuring all sides, disappeared as if it had been washed away.

“I’m glad. It’s not too late.”

“...”

While everyone was watching, Jinmu took a deep breath and smiled brightly as he crossed his legs with his black sword slung over his shoulder.

After leaving the place called Naengsan or Gwisu, Jinmu ran nonstop for six hundred li toward Hebuk.

I’m afraid I might be late.

When I arrived, the two forces were confronting each other just in time.

Seeing them approaching each other, they jumped ahead of others with the conviction that they had to stop them.

And Chun Woo-myeong, who had followed Jinmu to the abandoned battlefield, joined the ranks with the Iron Swordsman.

“Sasook!”

“...?”

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang in Jinmu’s ears.

what? I told you to stay in a shaman. Why are you here?

Jinmu tilted his head when he saw the bandages tightly tied inside his disheveled shirt as he ran in full gasping, unable to overcome the joy.

Why is your body like this again?

“Why is your tail shaped like that?”

“Ah, that’s...”

Cheongsang smiled awkwardly at Jinmu’s criticism and scratched his head.

“Jimmu! Hey!”

Before hearing Cheongsang’s answer, Yang So-bang and Deung Yeopyeong Byeok-wun-yeong surrounded Jinmu, who was frowning with a happy face.

After seeing this beggar slave old man for the first time in a while, where did he say, “This guy is that guy?” pluck out your beard

Anyway, when I asked where everyone had gone, it seemed that the Sword Saint didn’t follow and came here.

Did Jegal Yamsaeng notice their diversion and decided to block the front instead of hitting the back?

Seeing that there were a lot of soldiers just in time, it seemed that the defenses were properly equipped.

“Jimmu Dojo.”

“...”

Jinmu couldn’t help but feel absurd at the sight of the crown prince coming up behind the warriors and greeting them.

What else is this?

Why do people who shouldn’t be there keep showing up?

It wouldn’t have been like everyone gathered together and prepared a grand welcome ceremony just because they hadn’t seen each other in a long time.

Why are there so many invited guests?

“No, you... why is His Highness the Crown Prince here again?”

Jinmu, who was trying to speak plainly as usual, asked politely, conscious of the eyes around him.

“I heard that they are attacking Hebei. You seem to have failed to talk with them...”

“...”

Jinmu squinted one eye at the prince’s words.

conversation? I couldn’t even share that.

But anyway, anyway. Going to the battlefield saying that my bastard will convince me?

Does this guy even know where I am?

What if it ends then?

Why did the reward promised to me crawl out?

You should think about hiding when they come.

There is no such crazy saint among my true saints.

I wanted to throw it away, but as expected, there were many eyes to see.

Jinmu, who had pathetically tried to seduce the reckless crown prince without any countermeasures, shook his head.

And other figures ran from far away from the defenses.

They were the elders of Myeonghyeon and Shaman.

A sigh came out of my mouth.

As if it was no big deal, everyone looked at him with a blank expression as he turned around and waved his hands.

In the prince’s eyes, they were truly strange.

Jinmu’s presence alone made the battlefield full of tension feel so relaxed.

What on earth is his existence so that everyone looks at him full of trust despite his blank expression?

However, even the prince who pondered the question ended up laughing.

What do you do, you do something similar.

In the meantime, Jinmu walked alone toward the Grand Palace.

The others were nowhere to be seen.

Only that one person was contained in Jinmu’s eyes.

yes palace

I didn’t like it from the start.

Starting with Yang-Sin Gong, everything has been a hindrance to me.

Damn greedy old man.

Do you know how much I suffered because of you?

Making this fuss while claiming revenge to take only one seat?

Ah, come to think of it, you were the one who sent Hwayangi to me and made me, who should have lived a long and healthy life, poisoned by the poison of the black snake.

If Woo Myung hadn’t found the herb of immortality, he would have died.

When I think about how my head was almost peeled off by the grim reaper who came then...

And Hwangshin got his ears hurt because of that damn bastard’s fat you made.

It’s my favorite noise detector.

And now to Cheongsang.

That’s one of the guys I spotted. It is said that he is the successor of the shaman branch swordsman, Lee Ho-ja, a subordinate.

But how do you make a child that bad?

Come to think of it, there was a time when I turned my son into a monster and took the lives of those little ones. I mean those poor kids.

There are so many that it’s hard to even list them all.

tell me what to do

It doesn’t matter what kind of martial arts you mastered or how great your achievements are.

You gave up your worth as a human being, and making me angry is enough reason to die.

Every time he thought about what had happened up until now, his increasingly angry eyes sank deeply, and his lifeless eyes grew more and more dark.

Every step of Jinmu toward the Grand Palace was filled with anger and was engraved in his footprints.

Kurung Kururung.

The atmosphere twisted and screamed, and a fierce storm raged as if a storm was brewing.

Then, the faster pace changed to running, and soon the jinmu that stepped on the ground was fired like a flash war.

Wedge liquid!

The black keys behind the archer’s sudden rush felt a sense of urgency and blocked Jinmu.

these fucking bastards.

blocked? are you me

Suga each!

The two swords that were pulled out violently crossed their trajectories and swung toward Jinmu’s waist.

Wow!

The sword’s trajectory, which drew a perfect parabola, cut through the air and reached the end.

“...!”

The moment the two black keys, who had missed their target, lifted their heads to find the location of the Jinmu, the rising Jinmu rotated and at the same time stretched out its two feet, which had been pulled up to the chest, toward the heads of the black keys.

Mukryonghonwongong Yongbo Ssanglang (雙埌).

Aaaaaang!

I didn’t even have to look.

this is your grave

Jinmu, who trampled on the head, buried the two black keys in the ground.

At the same time, another attack from the black keys flew towards Jinmu, who was kicking and running on the ground.

If I just stay still, I won’t die.... What on earth did that Daegungju promise me to do this?

It really keeps me pissed off.

There is a saying that if you have patience three times, you can avoid murder.

But why?

Why would you put up with it?

It seems like you don’t know me.

I am the one who escapes those annoying three times of endurance with one murder.

I’ll kill them all at once.

Whoa!

Jinmu’s fists were filled with green spirit.

And with the feet firmly planted on the ground, the blue river spread out vigorously.

In the hands of Jinmu, the shaman’s foundation artisan was transformed into the legendary fisting technique.

Shaman Chilseong Kwon Chilseong Blast (七星發破).

Every time the seven footsteps were placed in different directions, the swinging fist struck the air and exploded.

Kwaaang! Kwak! Bang! Bang!

The appearance of the Seongi that exploded in seven places was like a constellation in the sky.

When the explosion was over, the bodies of the fallen black keys piled up in the place where only traces remained, and Jinmu was nowhere to be seen.

Wow!

After beating all the black keys to death, Jinmu pierced the dust created by the explosion and punched the great archer.

and shouted

The word that I had been suppressing because I hadn’t met for so long soared up my throat, and a dog’s desire burst out like a lion’s roar.

“Hey, you bastard!”