Chapter 142
The Divine Spirit may or may not be the pinnacle of the White Path. 1
Gocheonhwi collapsed before the Black Wind Lord’s corpse and stared at his face for a moment. He couldn’t believe that the man who never listened and always played pranks was dead. Something felt stuck in his throat, making him feel suffocated.
Accepting the Black Wind Lord’s death was agonizing.
Yet, in another way, he felt he understood all too well why the Black Wind Lord had fought so fiercely.
‘Feng, you saved at least fifty more lives. The Half-Moon Society owes you.’
Because the Black Wind Lord fought like this, his subordinates turned on him. Suddenly, Gocheonhui remembered what a leader must do and issued various orders to his men.
“Attend to the wounded first.”
“Yes.”
The entire Half-Moon Sect waited for the leader’s words. Gocheonhwi looked around at the officers and said.
“Compile a detailed account of the entire sequence of events surrounding the ambush by the master of the Ten Thousand Horse Palace. Distribute it not only to the black-cloaked factions but also to the white-cloaked sects, the Martial Alliance, and the Eight Dragon Sect—and ensure it reaches the Ming King. Report everything: how many of us died, how we killed this bastard, and what this old man said when he approached. They will make their own judgments. And the Ming King referred to them as ‘great masters.’ That means there’s more than one of these bastards. The Ten Thousand Demons Palace had no reason to target me in the first place. That means they likely set out intending to eliminate all the top masters in the martial world. I get it. They possess that kind of capability. The problem is, they don’t approach like assassins. That’s the key. Dragon Slayer, you spread this news everywhere first. Use every means available—messengers, carrier pigeons, whatever. Go ahead.”
