The Musafir

Trapped in Sadness and Hatred

Mantingan's eyesight now turned on Tapa Balian. The old man quickly shook his head, clearly not wanting the Mantingan to open the magic seal on the wooden box. His life would not be comparable to the Pair of the Moon Sword, which if the sword were to return to the martial world above all the lay world, not a single Sky Starter would be able to stop it.

The mantle remained silent. Not deciding anything either. He was thinking of all the ways he could save Tapa Balian and the Moon Sword, but it was impossible to do so. Even if in the end he succeeded, the lives of the Northern River Angel and Pomegranate were in grave danger. There must always be something sacrificed!

Shortly after meeting a deadlock, Mantingan closed his eyes. Although he did not give an answer, but it was more than enough for the king to flick his arm. A moment later the head of Tapa Balian rolled on the floor.

The pomegranate screamed loudly, which was still so loud even though its mouth had been smashed with cloth. Not expecting his grandfather to die right before his own eyes in such an unnatural way. Seeing his grandfather's head detached from the body. Truly, it was not something that a child of his age should see. Not at all.

The little girl was about to rebel, but the Angel of the North River quickly hugged her tightly. He calmed Pomegranate with the look in his eyes, that was all he could do right now.

“I and my kingdom desperately need that pair of heirlooms, Hero Man.” The king again spoke in a sad tone that sounded very contrived. “How many concubines and men of my faith have betrayed and treason to the government that has given him protection and unparalleled pleasure for a time that cannot be said for a moment. He was so presumptuous as to let this palace be littered with enemy warriors from the poor settlement. Now, there was no other way to cleanse them all than with a Pair of Moon Swords. Know that I too was forced to do this.”

The mantle remains. Budging.

“It is not a problem if your will is to remain silent. Let me see to what extent you can survive.” The Koying King again beckoned, then at once a kelewang stuck to the neck of the Pomegranate which was being completely embraced by the North River Angel.

The mantan obviously wanted to flutter and slay the king until it was gone without any rest. If possible, chopping it up to a thousand parts will be done with pleasure. But how he was aware that his fighting ability had diminished a lot in this state of mind. If only Kiai Guru Kedai were still alive, Tapa Balian was still forging iron in his place, and the Northern River Angel was not taken prisoner, then defeating them all was not difficult for him. But in the face of all the facts that exist today, Mantingan can not do much.

No matter how great a warrior is above all warriors, he is still a human being who has feelings. This feeling can affect all the fighting abilities of a swordsman even though he is the greatest among all. He may be invincible at the tip of the sword, but it is another matter if he arrives at the end of grief.

Mantingan was doubtful about whether he could still attack as quickly as thought. At first he doubted the ability to read the omens he had mastered before. Can all of this work now?

Seeing the young man still speechless with his eyes closed, the king gritted his teeth. He immediately raised one hand and only needed to shake it back down before Pomegranate's life drifted out of nowhere.

But just before it actually happened, Mantingan opened his eyes and shouted, “WAIT!”

The king held back his movements before smiling very widely.

“Okay, have you changed your mind?”

The mantan did not answer, but walked forward until he came before the king. He stretched out his hand to receive the wooden box.

“No, you can't take this thing.” The king shook his head. “You just need to release the Blood Wind Tread in the direction of this box.”

The mantel stared at the king sharply. This time, the sharpness of his gaze seemed to have exceeded even the sharpest mestika weapon. It was as if he had obtained a Pair of Moon Sword without even bothering to open the wooden box.

Finding the gaze, the look on the king's face revealed a lot of fear. The sweat slowly pours out. How he knew for sure that Mantingan included all the murderous air he had to suppress him.

The killer's Eve also made the warriors around it tremble. Their body weight seems to increase by many times. Knees feel weak. Even breathing requires a lot of energy.

“Oh, this killer air comes from hatred.” King Koying forced himself to make a sound, hoping that his weakness would not be revealed before Mantingan. “Shouldn't you know that this is what I was expecting? With hatred, you will not be able to fight well.”

“Do you want to see it live, Sire?” The mantle raised his left arm. Prepare to send the Blood Wind Palm on the wooden box on the king's lap.

Looking at that left arm, the Koying King could not help but tremble. However, he was not a ruler who had no fear at all. He knew that the person standing before him was not a small figure. On the contrary, the Mantingan is the Sky Stake, the warrior of all warriors who can overturn the martial world of Dwipantara if they wish!

Previously, the king had felt superior to having the tactic of trapping Mantingan into the worst grief and hatred he had ever felt, but now the tactic turned against himself.

With the hatred so deep, the murderous air that the young man had increased rapidly to many times over. And even though his mind was in a state of chaos, his fighting ability was growing crazier.

However, it was too late for the dodgy king to realize his mistake. Mantingan's palm has glided with swirling bands of wind. His speed was extremely high with no one able to block him anymore!

The sound of explosions sounded so frenetic in the all-enclosed room. Bad address for the king and the warriors around him, the lining of their eardrums ruptured inevitable.

On the other hand, the wooden box that became the storage of the Pair of Moon Sword was smashed into pieces like it had been porous devoured by termites. So easily the box was destroyed, while previously all heirloom weapons have been used in an effort to destroy the box!

From behind the wooden fragments floating freely in the air, there appeared a pair of swords with two different colors. One sword is silvery white like a full moon illuminating the majesty of the night, while the other sword is as deep black as the night sky without stars. From the base to the end, the two swords were made of mestica, and there was indeed nothing else but mestika!

The king stared at the Pair of Moon Swords ferociously. His hand moved as fast as possible to grab those two incomparable magic weapons. He was so sure, so sure, even too sure he could get the sword, because of how much he had trained himself for this matter.

However, there was something else that escaped the calculation of the king.