Chapter 130: The Tiger of Black Mountain
The battle reignited after Elder Il’s death.
Swoosh!
The fierce bloodbath ended as the golden sword qi of the Golden Feather Corps sliced past the neck of the Dark Clan bastard.
With no masters left among the remaining enemies capable of blocking me and Golden Edge, it was a somewhat anticlimactic conclusion.
Of course, it had been no easy fight.
Only twenty Golden Dragon Sect warriors and fewer than ten strike team members from the Hanjung branch remained standing.
Two-thirds of those who had set out from Hanjung were dead or lay fallen, gravely wounded.
“Huh! Huh!”
Geum Pil-dae, who had delivered the final sword strike, gasped for breath, drool dripping from his mouth.
Geum Gyeok, the head of a major financial conglomerate in the martial arts world, had forgotten all dignity, slumping heavily to the floor to gather his qi.
No matter how one looked at it, everyone seemed to have barely a shred of strength left.
Having recovered a little stamina, I chewed on a Yao Xi Dan and said.
“That robe Elder Yi is wearing belongs to me. Don’t touch it.”
Having achieved the primary goal of protecting Geumgeuk, it was now time to protect Han Jung.
Standing up alone drew the attention of those around me.
“Where are you going?”
I answered Geum Pil-dae’s questioning voice simply.
“Han Jung is in danger.”
It was a blunt explanation, but he understood perfectly and rose from his seat.
“……I’ll go with you.”
“It’s fine. You’re not even fully recovered, old man.”
