Chapter: 176
It was because there was a Qingcheng sect master who closed the distance between them and was sending attacks.�
The master�s name is Cheongseo (??).�
He was one of the great disciples of the Qingcheng sect. His sword had a bluish energy.
But it wasn�t just Cheongseo.�
All of the major disciples of the Qingcheng sect and the Emei sect were freely exercising their swordsmanship.
They were all masters who took the normal steps and learned martial arts.
That�s how strong their basics and internal energy were.
There was a big difference from Pyo-wol, who mainly learned how to assassinate. Pyo-wol only managed to survive because he had learned the Thunder-Splitting Cultivation Technique in great depths thus making his body react in time.�
Sheik!
With a small distance,� the sword passed across Pyo-wol�s cheeks.
His skin cracked and blood spurted out, but Pyo-wol couldn�t even dare to stop the bleeding and rolled to the floor.
Poverbuck!�
The sword was stuck one after another where he rolled.
�I will avenge disciple Woo Gunsang!�
�There is no place in the world for you to run away. Give up you bastard!�
The warriors of the Qingcheng sect attacked Pyo-wol.�
But instead of meeting their attacks head-on, Pyo-wol ran down the mountain road managing to avoid them with a short delay.
The chase that started in the Western Plateau now continued to Batang.�
If it hadn�t been for the large trees that stood up thick and high making it so that there�s no room for light to enter, Pyo-wol would have been captured by his pursuers.�
In this dimly lit environment, Pyo-wol�s ability was maximized.
Large trees and thick bushes were used as cover as he moved.
The warriors of the Qingcheng and the Emei sect did their best to catch up with Pyo-wol. However, even though it seemed like he would be caught at any moment, Pyo-wol escaped their grasp with just a small difference.�
Huuung!
A different level of pounding sound rang out.
Pyo-wol instinctively recognized that it was an attack by Mu Jeong-jin. He didn�t dare to fight back and just knelt down on the floor.�
Suddenly, a strong energy grazed through his head.
The energy that passed through Pyo-wol�s head cut the tree in two.�
It was a sword energy thrown by Mu Jeong-jin.
�Crazy!�
At the formidable power of the sword�s energy, Pyo-wol felt his hair stand upright. JrNovels.com
The master�s name is Cheongseo (??).�
He was one of the great disciples of the Qingcheng sect. His sword had a bluish energy.
But it wasn�t just Cheongseo.�
All of the major disciples of the Qingcheng sect and the Emei sect were freely exercising their swordsmanship.
They were all masters who took the normal steps and learned martial arts.
That�s how strong their basics and internal energy were.
There was a big difference from Pyo-wol, who mainly learned how to assassinate. Pyo-wol only managed to survive because he had learned the Thunder-Splitting Cultivation Technique in great depths thus making his body react in time.�
Sheik!
With a small distance,� the sword passed across Pyo-wol�s cheeks.
His skin cracked and blood spurted out, but Pyo-wol couldn�t even dare to stop the bleeding and rolled to the floor.
Poverbuck!�
The sword was stuck one after another where he rolled.
�I will avenge disciple Woo Gunsang!�
�There is no place in the world for you to run away. Give up you bastard!�
The warriors of the Qingcheng sect attacked Pyo-wol.�
But instead of meeting their attacks head-on, Pyo-wol ran down the mountain road managing to avoid them with a short delay.
The chase that started in the Western Plateau now continued to Batang.�
If it hadn�t been for the large trees that stood up thick and high making it so that there�s no room for light to enter, Pyo-wol would have been captured by his pursuers.�
In this dimly lit environment, Pyo-wol�s ability was maximized.
Large trees and thick bushes were used as cover as he moved.
The warriors of the Qingcheng and the Emei sect did their best to catch up with Pyo-wol. However, even though it seemed like he would be caught at any moment, Pyo-wol escaped their grasp with just a small difference.�
Huuung!
A different level of pounding sound rang out.
Pyo-wol instinctively recognized that it was an attack by Mu Jeong-jin. He didn�t dare to fight back and just knelt down on the floor.�
Suddenly, a strong energy grazed through his head.
The energy that passed through Pyo-wol�s head cut the tree in two.�
It was a sword energy thrown by Mu Jeong-jin.
�Crazy!�
At the formidable power of the sword�s energy, Pyo-wol felt his hair stand upright. JrNovels.com
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