Book 7 Chapter 26

The Great Prince's Appearance

- The giant's anger is also immense

"What did you just say?"

"Zzzzz! Woong! Woong!"

The terrifying qi emanating from the entire body of the Black Heaven Alliance Leader, Gal Jung-hyo, made the surrounding objects scream in a hum.

"It… it is tragic news that the eldest young master has died under the blades of the righteous faction."

The voice of the white-haired old man delivering the tragic news, Gal Jung-hyo, who was called Jinro, was filled with sorrow. He regarded the young master as his own child. How much joy did his intelligence bring him! But the sudden report from the secret wing was like a bolt from the blue.

"How could the child trapped in the Heavenly Thunder escape?"

His eyes burned like a roaring furnace.

"They say he attempted to escape."

"Hasn't that happened time and again!"

Doubt! Disbelief!

There had been escape attempts more than seven times. However, none of those attempts had ever ended in success.

"Th-this time, they say it was successful."

Anger, and suspicion!

"Hah!" A thunderous roar erupted from his lips.

He was an old man who had served him his entire life, from childhood to the present. It was unlikely that such a Jinro would lie to him, especially about the life and death of his son. But no matter how much his reason insisted, he couldn't control his emotions. His anger exploded like a live volcano.

"Crack! Crack! Bang! Bang!"

The exquisite ceramic vases adorning the room, one by one, shattered. To resist this irresistible, immense pressure, Jinro had to summon all his vital energy. The giant's anger was as immense as himself.

"What about Father?"

Gal Jung-hyo, having barely calmed himself, asked Jinro.

"He doesn't know yet."

"Don't tell him for now! I will handle this matter!"

"What will you do?"

Jinro asked cautiously.

"We will follow the law of blood."

Gal Jung-hyo's eyes blazed like flames.

"Send the Iron-Legged Flying Horse Corps! Demand all those directly involved in Bong-yi's death from the righteous faction."

At the mention of the Iron-Legged Flying Horse Corps, Jinro's eyes sparkled.

"What if they refuse?"

"Then we will resolve it with force. We will not refuse armed conflict. We will stop at nothing until the truth is revealed."

"Your command!"

That very day, the once dark-colored cavalry shot out from the main gate of the Black Heaven Alliance like a storm. The gatekeepers saw them off with a mixture of fear and awe. They were a symbol of the Black Heaven Alliance's power.

"It's a failure!"

A man spoke in a quiet voice.

The reporter's body trembled like a person with epilepsy upon hearing the voice.

"I-I am truly sorry. I am ashamed."

Cold sweat soaked his back. He had been reprimanded hundreds of times, yet he couldn't hide his timidity whenever he met the Great Prince. He couldn't be sure if this fear was due to the Great Prince or the shadow protecting him, but the strategist of the Sky High Pavilion, Sayong-noe, was unsure.

"Didn't you boast that you would definitely succeed?"

The man's voice, as he lifted his teacup, was still unchanging, making it difficult to guess his true feelings.

"I truly dislike those who cannot keep their word."

"I-I am sorry. Please kill me."

Sayong-noe's expression instantly turned pale.

"Shall I?"

Only then did the man turn his head and glance at Sayong-noe with a slight smile. It was the smile of someone who played with the lives of thousands and could dispose of them with a single finger. He was a supreme being who could take a life whenever he pleased.

'Hic!'

Sayong-noe gulped in vain. He decided to change his course immediately. It couldn't be helped if he seemed a bit pathetic. Sayong-noe decided to endure it.

"Please spare me, Great Prince!"

Honestly, he didn't want to die yet.

'This person was born a hegemon.'

Sayong-noe couldn't help but feel fear and admiration inwardly. The authority with which he subdued a seasoned veteran like himself with a single word! Even though his wit flashed like lightning, he dared not harbor any other thoughts before the Great Prince. Despite his young age, an overwhelming dignity and spirit emanated from his entire body.

This person was born to rule. Sayong-noe believed so. One couldn't help but think this way when standing before him. It was a thought everyone held when facing the Great Prince.

His eyes saw a thousand miles, and his hands controlled the lives of ten thousand people. The forces the Great Prince secretly commanded were unknown even to Sayong-noe himself. He didn't dare to investigate, as he valued his life.

Due to an inexplicable sense of pressure and fear, those who met the Great Prince were forced to either serve him or become his enemies and dedicate all their efforts to eliminating him. Otherwise, their own position would be precarious.

Such was the Great Prince. He feared neither blood, murder, nor death. And he possessed the background and power to carry it out.

"Him?"

The Great Prince asked. The teacup was still in his hand.

"He is dead."

"And his younger brother?"

"Ah… he is still alive!"

The young man called the Great Prince's face stiffened.

"So, the source of trouble still exists. What an unfortunate reality! If he failed even with the authority to use the Twin Killers of Heaven and Earth, the Elder would be greatly saddened."

Sayong-noe's face immediately turned ashen. If there was anyone whose sadness he didn't want to witness, it was the Elder's.

"I will definitely eliminate him. Grant me another chance!"

Sayong-noe bowed his head as low as he possibly could. The Great Prince took another sip of tea.

"If I see Aryong's face again, I might be moved. When will that fellow return?"

Sayong-noe bowed his head deeply and said,

"I will absolutely ensure he never shows his face before the Great Prince."

"Can I trust you?"

"Of course."

"If you fail, this might happen!"

In an instant, a flash of light appeared from his hand.

The bronze lion statue next to Sayong-noe shattered into pieces, as if cut into cubes. Sayong-noe's face turned deathly pale. The emotion called fear crept up from his heart.

The Great Prince gestured, signaling him to withdraw.

"On the Elder's name, I certainly will!"

Sayong-noe, performing an act of utmost deference, retreated backwards. His movements were swift, as if he wanted to leave the place as soon as possible.

The man called the Great Prince looked up at the sky. The sky was high and blue, without a single cloud.

"Aryong! Do not come! If you do… you will die by my hand."

He raised his teacup again and swallowed the last remaining tea.

"The tea has gone cold!"

A bitter aftertaste lingered on his tongue.