Chapter: 1791
They sent their swords flying at the shortest distance possible, aiming for Pyo-wol�s vital spots such as his neck, heart, and head. They all intend to deliver a swift and fatal blow.
Shwiak!
Their swords and daggers pierced into Pyo-wol�s body.
But a second later on, the assassins� eyes widened.�
They had clearly succeeded in their attack, but they felt no such sensation in their hands.
This was because in the next instant, Pyo-wol, who had been impaled by their weapons, disappeared like a mirage.
�What?�
�Huh?�
The assassins exclaimed in astonishment. They were so surprised that they broke the unwritten rule of assassins, which was to never utter a word during a fight.�
Shriek!
In that moment, a thread of qi went down from the air and coiled around their necks. The qi thread soon pulled them up into the air.
�Gah!�
�Keugh!�
Agonizing groans escaped from the assassins� mouths.
Their bodies were swiftly lifted into the air.
The assassins struggled and tried to sever the thread that was wrapped around their necks. But, the thread of qi didn�t break, and instead dug deeper into their throats.
On the verge of death, the assassins lifted their heads and looked up at the ceiling.�
And there they saw Pyo-wol hanging upside down.�
�How?
They couldn�t believe what they were currently seeing.�
They couldn�t understand how the man they had attacked vanished right before their eyes, and in the next moment, was hanging from the ceiling above their heads.
They couldn�t fathom how such a thing was possible.
Unfortunately, however, they didn�t have time to unravel the mystery behind Pyo-wol�s movements.
Ggeug!
This was because Pyo-wol tightened his grip on the Soul-Reaping Thread with an even greater force.�
In the end, the thread of qi deeply penetrated their throats and cut off their breathing. They didn�t die because of suffocation but rather, because of decapitation.�
Gurgle!
The blood flowing from their necks dripped to the floor.
Only then did Pyo-wol pull back his Soul-Reaping Thread.�
As Pyo-wol landed on the ground, he muttered to himself, JrNovels.com
Shwiak!
Their swords and daggers pierced into Pyo-wol�s body.
But a second later on, the assassins� eyes widened.�
They had clearly succeeded in their attack, but they felt no such sensation in their hands.
This was because in the next instant, Pyo-wol, who had been impaled by their weapons, disappeared like a mirage.
�What?�
�Huh?�
The assassins exclaimed in astonishment. They were so surprised that they broke the unwritten rule of assassins, which was to never utter a word during a fight.�
Shriek!
In that moment, a thread of qi went down from the air and coiled around their necks. The qi thread soon pulled them up into the air.
�Gah!�
�Keugh!�
Agonizing groans escaped from the assassins� mouths.
Their bodies were swiftly lifted into the air.
The assassins struggled and tried to sever the thread that was wrapped around their necks. But, the thread of qi didn�t break, and instead dug deeper into their throats.
On the verge of death, the assassins lifted their heads and looked up at the ceiling.�
And there they saw Pyo-wol hanging upside down.�
�How?
They couldn�t believe what they were currently seeing.�
They couldn�t understand how the man they had attacked vanished right before their eyes, and in the next moment, was hanging from the ceiling above their heads.
They couldn�t fathom how such a thing was possible.
Unfortunately, however, they didn�t have time to unravel the mystery behind Pyo-wol�s movements.
Ggeug!
This was because Pyo-wol tightened his grip on the Soul-Reaping Thread with an even greater force.�
In the end, the thread of qi deeply penetrated their throats and cut off their breathing. They didn�t die because of suffocation but rather, because of decapitation.�
Gurgle!
The blood flowing from their necks dripped to the floor.
Only then did Pyo-wol pull back his Soul-Reaping Thread.�
As Pyo-wol landed on the ground, he muttered to himself, JrNovels.com
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