Chapter 1046
Bu Eun-seol clenched his fists.
There was something he had been researching all this time.
A perfect space that could block any attack, repel any intruder.
'If the ancient Blood Formation Study could truly be realized in practice...'
If the ancient Blood Formation Art existed and could be deployed—then completing it wouldn't be just a dream.
—Kkyaaaak!
Then, a horrific scream erupted from somewhere. Snapping out of his thoughts, he swiftly moved toward the sound.
When he finally arrived at its source, a sight straight out of a hellscape unfolded before him.
It was a narrow hollow.
The walls were grotesquely pulsating masses of red flesh, and the floor was covered in sticky mucus that rose up to his ankles.
Inside, there were countless young martial artists. Some couldn't even scream.
Others had already lost all hope, their eyes devoid of vitality.
It was as if a monstrous entity had swallowed these people to make them its nourishment.
'Rising Talents of the Younger Generation.'
Those trapped inside were all young Righteous Faction disciples who hadn't yet shed their youthful appearances.
From the walls of red flesh, thin, elongated protrusions stretched out and latched onto them.
The young bodies rapidly withered, their hair turning white, their skin tightening into dry wrinkles.
Wherever the protrusions touched, it seemed as though their life force and essence blood were being drained—and with each twitch of the tendrils, the Flesh Wall grew more vividly stained with blood.
Squelch, squelch.
Bu Eun-seol waded through the viscous mucus and stepped into the hollow to save them.
Immediately, long protrusions shot out from the fleshy walls and began attaching themselves to his body.
'If I recklessly use sword techniques or martial arts here, they'll be in danger.'
In such a confined space, unleashing sword energy or Fist Techniques to shatter the Flesh Wall would inevitably drag the young people into the destruction.
Shhk, shhk, shhk.
Meanwhile, the slick, elongated tendrils densely embedded themselves into Bu Eun-seol's skin.
Just as they were about to pierce through and suck his bodily fluids—
Zzzing!
His pupils began to darken.
Activating the abilities of the Saint Among Poisons,
he released an overwhelming Vascular Poison that instantly coagulated blood.
Plop!
The tendrils that absorbed the poison began to convulse.
Gurgle.
Before long, the red flesh walls trembled faintly, and even the soft floor beneath shook violently.
Plop! Plop!
The fallen tendrils writhed in agony like strangled snakes before
finally hardening into stiff clots of blood and collapsing limply to the ground like slackened ropes.
"Ugh..."
The young people who had their vitality drained groaned weakly, slowly trying to rise.
Since the tendrils hadn't sucked out their life force and essence blood all at once but rather over a prolonged period,
it seemed their lives weren't in immediate danger.
Groan, groan.
But with no strength left to move, they all slumped back down.
Some attempted to circulate their Qi,
but with almost no Internal Energy remaining and their bodies severely damaged, few could properly channel their True Qi.
'I've barely managed to save their lives.'
Given that even Qi Circulation was difficult, even if they escaped this place, it would be difficult for them to resume martial training.
'This is a problem for their respective sects to solve.'
Bu Eun-seol deliberately refrained from taking out his Jamma Shindan to aid them.
The Jamma Shindan was a Spirit Medicine that preserved life—not one that restored lost martial arts.
Each sect had its own miraculous elixirs—perhaps those could restore their bodies.
Thud, thud.
Leaving the seated youths behind, Bu Eun-seol stepped back into the darkness.
If he delayed any longer, Tang Gon and Jegal Seo-un might end up the same way.
'What is this now?'
After advancing further, another bizarre sight came into view.
The passage gradually widened,
revealing a massive structure shaped like blackened ribs, densely packed with humans.
'Unorthodox Faction leaders.'
Those embedded within were all either leaders of the Unorthodox Faction or lifelong evildoers.
Beneath the structure, holes oozed with mucus and black liquid.
Drip, drip, drip.
A dark, turbid energy dripped from the bodies of the embedded people into the holes below.
It was as though all the Evil Karma and wicked energy they had accumulated had condensed into liquid form.
As the black energy dripped away, their bodies crumbled as if melting,
their flesh turning black before falling into the sticky mucus below.
'Now I understand.'
Only now did Bu Eun-seol realize why only three types of people had been allowed into the Secret Vault.
'It needed the energies each group possessed.'
Earlier, the young Rising Talents had their essence blood and vitality drained.
Now, the Unorthodox Faction leaders were losing their Evil Qi.
Then, what was being taken from the remaining outstanding talents and skilled artisans?
He didn't need to see it to guess.
'Tang Gon, Jegal Seo-un.'
Bu Eun-seol's heart grew urgent.
Hurrying through the sticky passage, he soon arrived at a vast space where white mist endlessly billowed.
High above the ceiling, leech-like masses of flesh clung like grotesque chandeliers.
The fleshy masses each had slippery, tentacle-like tubes dangling from them.
The ends of these tubes were connected to people's heads.
The attached flesh masses vibrated faintly as they sucked up the milky brain matter through the tubes.
Even in this horrifying process, the victims were still breathing, their eyes rolled back white as their bodies convulsed and relaxed in turns.
They were being hollowed out, reduced to empty husks as everything inside their skulls—brain matter and all—was drained away.
Thud!
Eventually, those who had been completely drained collapsed limply to the floor.
Their emptied bodies lay scattered, utterly motionless.
Crack!
Bu Eun-seol's fists clenched tightly without him even realizing it.
Just as he had suspected, the Ten Thousand Li Treasure Ship was—
A massive Blood Formation Art in itself, one that absorbed human blood and Essence Blood, using martial artists as mere nutrients.
'It was all to fuel their Great Art.'
Originally, whips were tools meant for herding livestock or controlling horses—even as instruments of punishment for criminals.
But the whip techniques used in the Demonic Path had a different history.
They originated from the Dharma Instruments wielded by those who practiced bizarre and sinister sorcery.
In the Demonic Path, hair was not merely a part of the body—it was considered a spiritual medium imbued with a person's vital essence and soul.
That was why the Demonic Path used the hair of women who had died unjustly—maidens who perished in vain or those who died with deep resentment—
As a kind of Dharma Instrument shaped into a weapon.
The White Horse Monastery had refined their whip techniques by extracting only the wicked sorcery from these methods,
But the Golden Vajra Demon Ancestor, which shared the same origins, did not rely on whip techniques—instead, they specialized in dark arts and Great Arts.
Slurp.
The grotesque flesh masses ceaselessly sucked in the victims' brain matter.
The absorption process was so cruel and wretched that it was unbearable to watch.
Each of these people had once honed their Martial Arts for years, taking pride in their status as martial artists—
Yet now, they had been reduced to mere nutrients for the Golden Vajra Demon Ancestor.
"Ugh..."
"Ghhh..."
The place was filled with the dying gasps of the victims and the squirming of the flesh masses,
Slurp, glorp—
Along with the eerie sucking sounds of brain matter being drained away.
'I'll rot you from the inside out.'
Staring up at the horrifying tubes dangling from the ceiling dozens of zhang high, Bu Eun-seol resolutely pressed his hand against the crimson wall.
'I'll use poison again.'
The Golden Vajra Demon Ancestor was led by one known as the Greed for Life Demon, someone who might easily withstand ordinary poison.
But Bu Eun-seol's poison was different.
Having already mastered Poison Essence, he could instantly create any toxin he desired.
Plunge.
Driving his left hand deep into the wall, he unleashed a surge of poison—and the once-crimson Flesh Wall began to turn a sickly white.
Rumble—!
As the poison spread, the entire interior shook violently, as if struck by a massive earthquake.
The inside of the Blood Formation Art was akin to a living body.
In human terms, he had just flooded the circulatory system with a deadly toxin, sending it straight to every organ.
Squelch.
As the poison took effect, a foul stench rose from all directions—then, with a sudden shift in internal pressure, parts of the Flesh Wall began to melt away.
Thud! Thud!
The grotesque flesh masses attached to the victims' heads lost their grip and fell away helplessly—
Splash—!
And the thick, milky fluid they had been sucking up reversed its flow, gushing back out of the tubes and spilling onto the floor below.
Crash, crash.
Amid the pouring liquid—
Those whose heads had been impaled by the tubes dropped limply to the ground.
They were still breathing, but—
Their brains had already liquefied, absorbed through the tubes into the flesh masses, leaving them beyond saving.
"Ugh..."
Those still clinging to life let out agonized groans.
The only small mercy was that neither Tang Gon nor Jegal Seo-un were among them.
Gritting his teeth at the wretched sight, Bu Eun-seol—
Slash!
Unleashed the Willful True Binding, cutting short their suffering with a merciful end.
'Tang Gon is a master of poison—he must have already perfected Toxin Resistance. And Jegal Seo-un obtained the Wind God's Art from the Wind God Palace...'
The two must have either resisted the spreading poison and moved elsewhere—
'Or they haven't arrived here yet.'
If Tang Gon and the others had come here before him—
They would have done anything to save these people.
Most likely, they were still navigating the maze or entering through another route.
'I took a shortcut to get here quickly.'
Bu Eun-seol had detected the core mechanism of the ship and rushed here, as if pulled in.
The two were probably breaking through traps and mechanisms as they advanced.
'Either way, if they're alive, they would've been dragged to this brain-draining mechanism eventually.'
In the end, the inner workings of the Ten Thousand Li Treasure Ship were nothing more than a filtering system to sort people.
'Sometimes, waiting quietly is the fastest method.'
Clatter—
But then, yet another unexpected situation unfolded.
Rip—
The red, fleshy Flesh Wall split open—and out poured bizarre figures wrapped tightly in white cloth.
Their attire was eerily similar to that of Nahu, the subordinate of the Golden Vajra Demon Ancestor who had once visited the Demon Hall.
"I see."
Only then did Bu Eun-seol unravel another secret of the Secret Vault—no, the Golden Vajra Demon Ancestor.
The reason why no overseers or subordinates had been visible despite people vanishing without a trace.
They had all been moving covertly through the crimson walls stretching like blood vessels,
kidnapping or attacking those who entered the Vault.
Sssk—
The white-clad masked men drew whips from their waists, dripping with a viscous liquid,
and with a shwa-shwa-shwa-shwa!, they encircled Bu Eun-seol and began swinging.
An attack he could have easily dodged in open space—but this was the interior of the Blood Formation Art.
There was no room to flee or evade.
Sssizzle—
Where the liquid clinging to the whips touched his body, his clothing began melting away.
"Scram!"
Channeling his Internal Power, he unleashed the Soul-Stealing Bloodless Claws.
Shwiiik!
With every slash of his nails, razor-sharp gleams pierced the vital points of the white-clad masked men.
Yet they kept charging relentlessly, as if impervious to pain.
Shwiiik!—Crk!
Even when he converted his force into sword energy to cleave through their bodies, they resisted as though forged from Vajra Indestructibility.
Only his full strength could sever their limbs—and even then, no blood flowed from their wounds.
Rrrrmble—
No matter how many he felled,
the Flesh Wall continuously replenished the white-clad masked men, their numbers swelling as the liquid from their whips pooled thicker.
Killing them was endless. The moment their ranks thinned, they surged back, filling half the chamber as if nothing had happened.
'Jwa Ryeok's martial arts won't cut it anymore.'
The unceasing torrent of venom-like liquid from their whips.
The masked men's unnaturally resilient bodies, barely yielding to his strikes.
The confined space, flooded with an inexhaustible tide of enemies.
This was a situation beyond the limits of his disguise as Jwa Ryeok.
'Getting captured won't work either.'
In scenarios where capture was possible, he'd sometimes strategize to infiltrate the enemy's core by surrendering.
But their intent was clearly lethal—so he had to make a choice.
'One thing's certain: they lack true cognition.'
Though their eyes were sharp and their blade techniques refined,
their martial forms were repetitive, devoid of improvisation.
'Meaning, they're just another living organ of this formation.'
His decision was made.
These masked men weren't autonomous fighters—they were mere extensions of the Blood Formation Art,
living mechanisms bound to its will.
'Which means... there are no true overseers.'
Whooosh—
Transparent heat—colorless flames—erupted from Bu Eun-seol's body.
He drew upon the Hot River Great Essence True Qi, which had already reached the Extreme Realm, and unleashed it at full strength.
As the searing energy radiated outward, the masked men toppled like felled logs.
The Ultimate Fire Wheel Energy had flash-boiled their innards in an instant.
Rrrrmble—
Yet for every masked man felled, the Flesh Wall spewed forth replacements, filling the void.
"Hmph."
Bu Eun-seol smirked.
Crrrack!
This time, he fused the Glacier Thousand Streams Art with Ice Essence Snow Blossom Energy,
instantly freezing the masked men's blood vessels solid.
But the result was identical.
Even when he unified the Three Divine Powers through the Heavenly Light Endless Art,
the masked men were replenished precisely as they perished.
Sssplurt—
Meanwhile, the chamber flooded with a viscous downpour from their whips.
He longed to demolish the Ten Thousand Li Treasure Ship outright—but with prisoners still trapped inside, he couldn't.
Thud... thud...
Then, a low tremor pulsed through the Flesh Wall.
As if the ceaseless slaughter had summoned a gatekeeper to defend this place.
'Good.'
Zzzing—
In an instant, Bu Eun-seol's pupils darkened to pitch black.
He activated the Saint Among Poisons' power, absorbing the Extreme Poison they unleashed—
and prepared to retaliate with a venomous surge of his own.
But the unexpected happened.
Sssshhh—
The moment he assimilated their toxins, the masked men gradually halted their assault.
'...So that's it.'
A flash of insight struck him.
Hwooom—
Instead of converting the toxins into True Qi, he let them stagnate within his body using the Reverse Polarity Heart Method.
No poison could threaten his life, after all.
Plip.
At once, the masked men pouring from the Flesh Wall began thinning.
By harboring their toxins, he was now recognized as kin—their hostility ceased.
Rrrrmble—
The masked men scanned their surroundings before retreating in orderly ranks into the crimson walls.
'Hah...'
Bu Eun-seol exhaled sharply.
'Is this the true power of the Seven Great Demon Ancestors?'
The Golden Vajra Demon Ancestor had transcended the limits of the Blood Formation Art,
which merely repurposed human flesh and blood—
instead forging living, human-like organs within its structure.
'Not mere trickery... but the king of sorcery.'
Because of Nahu, his subordinate,
he'd assumed the sect was weaker than the legends suggested.
But now, inside the Ten Thousand Li Treasure Ship,
he understood why they were counted among the demonic path's primordial roots.
'Even ancient Blood Formation Arts couldn't achieve this.'
The Seven Great Demon Ancestors truly wielded the fearsome power and authority
that even the Demonic Heavenly Emperor would deem a threat.
Crrrack—
Yet as Bu Eun-seol unconsciously neared the crimson Flesh Wall,
a fissure split open—just as it had when the masked men emerged.
"So if I don't consider them enemies, I can move through there?"
After a brief moment of contemplation, he stepped into the fleshy wall that resembled a massive blood vessel.
Immediately, he felt a resonance similar to when he had first located the Ten Thousand Li Treasure Ship.
At the same time, the previously incomprehensible internal structure of the Treasure Ship unfolded vividly in his mind.
"It was nothing but a death trap designed to sort and absorb people."
The interior of the Treasure Ship seemed like an endlessly tangled maze, but in reality, it functioned like the organs of a human body—divided into distinct sections, each sorting and absorbing people.
Thud. Thud.
"So you've finally arrived."
Now that he was inside the crimson flesh wall, he sensed two shadows rapidly approaching from the distance.
It was Tang Gon and Jegal Seo-un.
They had broken through the traps within the maze-like organs and arrived here—unscathed and fully conscious.
"Ugh—!"
The moment they entered, the two men froze in shock.
Before them lay enormous tubes, and corpses with their heads embedded in them, their brains spilled out in a ghastly display.
They could easily guess what had transpired here.
"It seems someone broke through the traps ahead of us and has been rescuing people," Jegal Seo-un remarked.
Tang Gon carefully examined the traces left behind.
But no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't even begin to guess what method the first arrival had used.
"I don't know who it was, but..."
He pointed to the viscous liquid splattered everywhere, reeking of a lethal poison.
"That person must be one of the most formidable Poison People in the martial world—perhaps even a Saint Among Poisons."
Even someone like him, who could identify and neutralize any extreme poison in the world, would struggle to survive exposure to the level of toxins left behind here.
Yet the one who had arrived first had rampaged through this place, utterly unfazed.
"Isn't it encouraging that someone of that caliber came here to save people?" Jegal Seo-un said.
But Tang Gon shook his head.
"No one who reaches the realm of a Saint Among Poisons has a benevolent heart."
Most Poison People were inherently selfish.
Moreover, mastering Poison Arts to Great Completion required a Poison Heart—inevitably twisting one's nature toward wickedness.
"Absolute Poison People like Gongya Geuk, the Lord of the Hell Blood Citadel, would never come to a place like this to save anyone."
Just as Jegal Seo-un nodded in agreement—
Crack.
With a low rumble, the walls of red flesh split open, and—
Rumble—
Another flood of masked men wrapped in white bandages poured out.
"Family Head, allow me to handle this."
Drawing his Judge's Brush, Jegal Seo-un swiftly sketched something on the ground, shifting his stance as he moved.
A surge of blue light erupted from the floor, forming mysterious barriers that momentarily disoriented the masked men.
Crash! Rumble—
But no matter how intricate the Jegal Family's defensive formations were, they couldn't hold back the endless tide.
The masked men relentlessly fired sticky fluids through their whips, dissolving Jegal Seo-un's barriers in an instant.
At this rate, he would be reduced to bones before he could even scream.
"I'll assist."
Tang Gon stepped forward, spreading his arms wide.
From behind him, hundreds of snakes coiled like a living tapestry, and the approaching masked men's bodies began to blacken.
He had unleashed Flower Poison Blood Man, one of the Tang Clan's secret Poison Arts.
Hiss—
The masked men emitted acrid smoke from the extreme poison before collapsing like logs.
"As expected, the Tang Clan's poison lives up to its reputation," Jegal Seo-un said, raising a thumb in approval.
But then—
Rumble—
From the cracked walls, another wave of bandaged masked men surged forth.
"Family Head, something's wrong."
The moment Tang Gon used poison to take them down, even more masked men poured out.
"Hmm."
Tang Gon's eyes flashed as he inspected the fallen masked men.
Rumble.
But in that brief moment, the masked men had already closed in on him.
"Watch out!"
Jegal Seo-un drew his Judge's Brush from his waist and struck at the masked men's pressure points with lightning speed.
But their bodies had no discernible acupoints.
Worse, their skin was so thick that even the sharp strikes of the Judge's Brush merely bounced off, as if piercing rubber.
"Tch—!"
Before they knew it, dozens of masked men had encircled Jegal Seo-un, slowly tightening the noose around him with suffocating pressure.
"Family Head! Help me!"
Tang Gon, who had been swiftly examining the fallen masked men, suddenly had a flash of insight.
"Hold on a little longer."
Snap!
He abruptly spun midair, landing with both hands outstretched.
The extreme poison within the fluids the masked men had been spraying began absorbing into his body.
He was using Returning Poison Overturns Heaven, one of the Eight Great Secret Arts of the Tang Family.
Rumble—
Immediately, the masked men stopped attacking him and instead swarmed only toward Jegal Seo-un.
Just like Bu Eun-seol, Tang Gon had quickly discerned their nature—he had allowed their fluids to enter his body.
"Tch!"
As the masked men relentlessly pressed forward, spraying their bodily fluids, Jegal Seo-un formed a barrier of qi with his Judge's Brush to defend against them.
But such a technique could not be sustained indefinitely without boundless internal energy.
Eventually, as the masked men surged endlessly, his stamina and Internal Power were nearing exhaustion.
"Brother Jegal, I will now infuse you with poison energy. Do not resist—accept it!"
At that moment, Tang Gon descended from the air and pressed his hand against Jegal Seo-un's Life Gate Acupoint.
Then, using the Ghostly Poison Reversal, he transferred the poison energy he had absorbed into him.
Sssk—
In an instant, Jegal Seo-un's skin darkened to a sickly brown.
"Family Head... I have never trained in the Poison Art."
"I infused only the faintest trace of poison alongside the energy of the Ghostly Poison Reversal. It will not endanger your life."
The masked men, sensing the same poison energy emanating from Jegal Seo-un's body now,
—Halt.
gradually ceased their attacks before,
—Shhh.
turning away and retreating back into the Flesh Wall.
"Hah..."
Jegal Seo-un wiped the cold sweat from his brow and exhaled in relief as he watched them go.
"They... were not human."
"So it seems."
"But how did you know they distinguish friend from foe by poison energy?"
"From the moment we passed through the gates, this place felt like the interior of some colossal living body. And when I examined those masked men earlier, I noticed traces of poison energy within them."
Tang Gon spoke matter-of-factly.
"In the chaos of battle, they accurately distinguished friend from foe without even looking. I suspected it might be due to the poison in their fluids—so I tested it."
"I see..."
Jegal Seo-un's expression was one of admiration.
"It seems the Family Head has reclaimed the time he once lost."
Lost time.
At those words, Tang Gon's expression darkened.
The Sichuan Tang Clan was the great lineage of hidden weapons and poisons.
But they had grown complacent in their position as one of the Eight Great Families, stagnating for far too long.
Fortunately, a prodigy like Tang Pae had emerged, and through his efforts—
Tang Gon had managed to push the Eight Great Secret Arts to new heights, keeping pace with the dazzling progress of the martial world.
Yet their period of stagnation had been so prolonged... that they still fell short of standing among the current era's Superlative Martial Experts.
"We still have a long way to go."
Those words were Tang Gon's honest feelings.
"Too much time was wasted."
Had anyone else said such a thing, he might have been furious—
But the Jegal Family had suffered the same fate.
They had expanded their influence by maintaining ties with countless factions, like bureaucrats—
But in doing so, their martial arts had ceased to evolve.
Even the pinnacle of their Judge's Brush Technique, the Six Heavenly Secrets, had been lost.
The Tang Clan and the Jegal Family.
Both had restrained themselves from active involvement in the Martial World, focusing only on maintaining their prestigious households—
But in truth, they still fell short of standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the true pinnacle masters of this era.
"I spoke out of turn."
Seeing Tang Gon's expression darken, Jegal Seo-un quickly changed the subject.
"Still, to deduce such a thing from the corpses of those masked men... That is remarkable."
"To be honest, this isn't my usual method. It's something a dear friend of mine often employs."
As Tang Gon smiled faintly, Jegal Seo-un tilted his head in confusion.
The Tang Family Head, Tang Gon, had long secluded himself, avoiding involvement in the martial world—so he had few acquaintances among its warriors.
Yet he spoke of this friend with such evident respect—who could it be?
"Family Head, just who—"
Just as Jegal Seo-un, unable to contain his curiosity, began to ask—
—Creak. THUD. THUD.
The Flesh Wall split apart, and a gaunt Old Man emerged.
Though his steps were light, each footfall produced a deep, resonant boom.
—'Poison Step Tremor.'
Tang Gon's pupils trembled violently as he stared at the old man.
When one reached the pinnacle of Poison Art—
The poison energy within their body compressed to a density beyond imagination, granting it a mass far beyond mere physical weight.
Thus, when they took a step, the ultra-dense shockwave of poison pressed down upon the earth and space before them.
In other words—
The sheer weight of the poison energy crushed the ground and air beneath it, producing a sound like a massive iron foot stomping down.
—Swoosh.
The old man slowly raised his index finger. A black vortex began swirling at its tip before—
—KWAANG!
A deafening sound of destruction erupted, shaking the very air.
—'Life-Death Poison!'
At the highest realm of the Saint Among Poisons—
Ten thousand poisons condensed within the body, their essence constantly suppressed by Internal Energy.
And when an enemy appeared—
Releasing that essence outward transformed it into a destructive wave that annihilated all in its path.
This was the Life-Death Poison.
—'We're dead.'
Despair flickered in the eyes of Tang Gon and Jegal Seo-un.
The Life-Death Poison—a technique only the Mad Flame Poison Emperor, the so-called Ancestor of Poisons, had ever wielded—
Was now surging from the fingertips of this suddenly appearing old man?
Just as the black wave of death was about to engulf them—
—KWAOOONG! ZZZZZT—!
A gray shadow abruptly appeared before them, manifesting a swirling pillar of five-colored qi.
—BOOOOM!
With a deafening roar, the black and multicolored energies clashed, pushing against each other violently.
—FWOOOSH!
Finally, the two forces shattered in a flash of light, leaving behind only a faint silhouette.
It was Bu Eun-seol, disguised as the infamous Ten Thousand Gold Blood Hand, Jwa Ryeok.
"You—"
Tang Gon's mouth fell open in shock.
How could this man—known as the Unorthodox Faction's most miserly warrior—
Block the Life-Death Poison, a technique only the Ancestor of Poisons should have been capable of?
"Focus your energy to resist the poison."
Bu Eun-seol did not even glance back as he spoke coldly.
"Or you die."
—Drip. Drip.
No sooner had he spoken than Tang Gon and Jegal Seo-un's sleeves began melting away like water.
The aftermath of the Life-Death Poison had begun melting away even their clothing itself.
"But if you survive..."
Bu Eun-seol tilted his head slightly, the corner of his lips curling upward.
"...you can reclaim everything the Tang Clan has lost."