Chapter: 1873
The Sword Blossom Pavilion disciples fell to the ground, crying and screaming.�
As the martial artists who had charged at the front fell to the ground, all wounded, the ones left behind them hesitated and exchanged glances with each other.�
�What are you doing?! Attack him!�
Go Yeonsu shouted in frustration, but the frightened disciples couldn�t find the courage to make a move.�
Meanwhile, Pyo-wol approached closer.�
The fearful expression on Go Yeonsu�s face deepened.
�Eek!�
She swung her sword frantically.
Thirteenth Stance: Blossoming Shadows.2
It was a graceful martial art technique with elegant sword movements. Normally, when the technique is unleashed, the image of a flower�s shadow would be seen blowing in the wind.�
But this time, no shadow of a flower scattered in the wind.
Swoosh!
Pyo-wol�s phantom dagger pierced Go Yeonsu�s hand that was holding her sword.�
�Keugh!�
Go Yeonsu collapsed, screaming.
�Oh no!�
Eum Yujeong, who was behind Go Yeonsu, quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
Eum Yujeong�s eyes shook violently, as if there was an earthquake.
She couldn�t comprehend the situation unfolding inside the inn.
She thought that with her Master Go Yeonsu and the Sword Blossom Pavilion disciples, they would at least be able to pressure Pyo-wol, if not subdue him.
No matter how powerful and skilled a martial artist was, there was a limit to fighting alone. And according to conventional wisdom, it�s not in man�s nature, more so a martial artist�s, to intimidate or hurt women.�
But those beliefs didn�t apply to Pyo-wol.
Go Yeonsu suddenly raised her head and glared at Pyo-wol.
�Do you think you�ll get away with this unscathed? I�ll� ugh!�
Thud!
At that moment, a Soul-Reaping Thread pierced through Go Yeonsu�s thigh.
Blood flowed out from the needle-sized hole, thus staining her clothes.
Go Yeonsu�s body trembled uncontrollably.
It was only now that she realize.
Pyo-wol was different from any other opponents she had faced before.� JrNovels.com
As the martial artists who had charged at the front fell to the ground, all wounded, the ones left behind them hesitated and exchanged glances with each other.�
�What are you doing?! Attack him!�
Go Yeonsu shouted in frustration, but the frightened disciples couldn�t find the courage to make a move.�
Meanwhile, Pyo-wol approached closer.�
The fearful expression on Go Yeonsu�s face deepened.
�Eek!�
She swung her sword frantically.
Thirteenth Stance: Blossoming Shadows.2
It was a graceful martial art technique with elegant sword movements. Normally, when the technique is unleashed, the image of a flower�s shadow would be seen blowing in the wind.�
But this time, no shadow of a flower scattered in the wind.
Swoosh!
Pyo-wol�s phantom dagger pierced Go Yeonsu�s hand that was holding her sword.�
�Keugh!�
Go Yeonsu collapsed, screaming.
�Oh no!�
Eum Yujeong, who was behind Go Yeonsu, quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
Eum Yujeong�s eyes shook violently, as if there was an earthquake.
She couldn�t comprehend the situation unfolding inside the inn.
She thought that with her Master Go Yeonsu and the Sword Blossom Pavilion disciples, they would at least be able to pressure Pyo-wol, if not subdue him.
No matter how powerful and skilled a martial artist was, there was a limit to fighting alone. And according to conventional wisdom, it�s not in man�s nature, more so a martial artist�s, to intimidate or hurt women.�
But those beliefs didn�t apply to Pyo-wol.
Go Yeonsu suddenly raised her head and glared at Pyo-wol.
�Do you think you�ll get away with this unscathed? I�ll� ugh!�
Thud!
At that moment, a Soul-Reaping Thread pierced through Go Yeonsu�s thigh.
Blood flowed out from the needle-sized hole, thus staining her clothes.
Go Yeonsu�s body trembled uncontrollably.
It was only now that she realize.
Pyo-wol was different from any other opponents she had faced before.� JrNovels.com
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