Chapter 176
Absolute desperation.
It’s a phrase that’s often used by strong men in times of crisis.
So it was in Hong’s life,
especially before he stepped onto the ark,
Hong’s life, especially before he ascended to the ark, was one of a beggar’s life of filth and promiscuity.
In the midst of the white light, the hitting stick, the sacred object of openness, breaks.
When the two hands of the two numbers no longer hold their shape.
“……Why.”
In the third number, Hong Qibo tears apart all of the air power he has accumulated; in the fourth number, he shreds the beggars’ halberds; in the fifth number, dozens of beggars have their necks, waists, and legs separated and become unrecognizable.
There is nothing more despairing than feeling helpless and helpless.
And when a sharp fingertip flies toward Hongabo’s udder, a final blow.
He felt death.
Hwasan said that he had sacrificed himself to choose Queen Gui and Donggui Erjin, and Zhongnan said that he had blocked Galpyeong’s path by blowing everything up in his face as he recalled his mistakes.
The end of the monk Hyeyeon and the Eighteen Nine Hands was death, and they will forever be remembered in the history of the Zheng Clan.
“What a lowly ascent, what a lowly death.
Hong Jiabo said,
only to realize that he’d been made a beggar.
Aaaahhhhh!
A swift fingertip that pierced through the air and sounded like a crack in the air cut his body in two.
And then.
“Open your eyes, Ark of the Open.”
Zzzzzz!
