Book 6 Chapter 35

The Failure of the Shadow Soul Flying Shadow Unit

-Failure! Failure! Failure again!

"Crackle!"

The teacup held in the old man's hand crumbled powerlessly.

Noejongmyeong's face trembled with anger and disbelief. He even wondered if he had lost his mind. Although he was over a hundred years old, he prided himself on believing he still had years left before senility.

"What did you just say?"

"It's a complete failure. There was no loss of the target."

The news of the Shadow Soul Flying Shadow Unit's failure this time was so absurdly devastating that Noejongmyeong didn't even have the strength to get angry as he had threatened.

No matter how unreasonable the plan was, the fact that no results were achieved despite deploying so many personnel and resources indicated a fundamental flaw from the beginning. Noejongmyeong wasn't so foolish as to not know that.

Noejongmyeong even felt as if he had made a terrible mistake.

"Survivors?"

"Not confirmed yet."

Chisahan replied. It was likely that most of them were dead or captured. There was no need to confirm. A long silence followed between the two.

Noejongmyeong felt like his limbs had been cut off.

"Following the failure of the Shadow Dragon Unit, the Shadow Soul Flying Shadow Unit has also failed. What will you do now? Do you have any other hidden trump cards?"

Noejongmyeong asked, feeling his head heat up. A killing intent stirred within his chest.

In contrast, despite the devastating failure of the Shadow Soul Flying Shadow Unit, Chisahan maintained a calm demeanor without any sign of agitation. Moreover, he was secretly smiling with satisfaction.

He inwardly sneered at Noejongmyeong's restless appearance.

'Of course! If their skill level was only enough to stop them, I wouldn't have worried in the first place! We would have won 120% even if we just left them alone!' he wanted to say, but Chisahan suppressed it. He knew it would only provoke the rampaging Noejongmyeong like a mad bull. Even an old ox could be unpredictable when enraged, so Chisahan kept these thoughts to himself.

It wasn't time yet.

Chisahan uttered a thought that was half, then half again, of his true intention.

"They were just decoys. Decoys to hide the real blade. Just a smokescreen!"

"Crack!"

Noejongmyeong's eyebrows twitched for a moment. He couldn't possibly feel good about his own subordinates being treated as mere decoys.

"You say that as if you have another good idea!"

Noejongmyeong retorted. And he would soon regret asking this question.

"We will use the Blood Flow Blade!"

"What!"

Noejongmyeong leaped to his feet, his eyes wide, and exclaimed in shock.

"N-no way, are you going to use that person who's imprisoned in the Heavenly Demon Prison?"

"Is there any reason why not?"

Chisahan countered. He showed no hesitation, as if this was planned from the beginning.

"Are you insane?"

"I'm perfectly sane!"

Noejongmyeong shook his head vigorously.

"I oppose it! That person is too dangerous! Are you sane to use such a deranged madman? How will you clean up the mess afterward?"

He absolutely could not allow it.

"The order of words is reversed. We are using them precisely because they are such a person. It will be easier to make excuses later. We can say that someone beyond our control escaped the prison and caused trouble on their own!"

The more he heard, the more his spine chilled. However, besides the fact that he was a madman, there was another reason why Noejongmyeong absolutely opposed it. Compared to this issue, the madness of the person was nothing.

"Are you perhaps forgetting that person is of His bloodline?"

"How could I! How could I forget that famous story! I clearly remember that person is one of the two grandsons of the Martial God Emperor Pachen, Gal Junhyeok! You don't need to worry about my memory."

Chisahan's memory was confirmed to be accurate.