Chapter: 1422

The man who hit him had something in his hand.

‘Sword?’

The only thing left behind by his dead friend.

And the other friend who vowed to never use a weapon for the rest of his life swung it at him.

And the target of the sword was the White Tiger’s neck.

Sa-kyung!

As his head got cut off, his mind thought of only one thing.

‘Maybe... this... is... for the... best...’

Swaaaah!

Wheeing!

The rain and the wind in the dark clouds made everything look sad.

As the giant head of the black tiger got cut off, the strong typhoon gradually weakened.

Ark Wui mumbled bitterly at the death of the tiger while holding the sword in hand.

“I will carry all your hatred. You will meet our friend in the afterlife and in the not-too-distant future, I will come there too, so let’s have a drink like the old days.”

Rumble!

He looked up, but the rain didn’t stop. Blazing black flames drew in the air drawing numerous trajectories.

“Kuaaak!”

The Blade Lord got hit by the Sword Art of the Demon God, which came for him with black flames.

As he got swept back by the sword, he felt his entire body get cut and burnt.

It seemed like killing him was more forgiving.

Thud!

In the aftermath of that technique, his body sank into the frozen lake.

Swoosh!

Each time a raindrop fell on his open wounds, it hurt.

He couldn’t even understand what was happening.

He lost.

But from what was written in the records, the Demon God, the current level of the Demon God, shouldn’t even be capable of standing in front of him.

But facing him, he was like a monster.

‘I kept getting pushed back.’

Even after absorbing the core of the Great Bird, he got pushed back, and even when using his clan’s techniques, he lost.