Chapter: 1957
Zhao Jakyung�s eyes were filled with anger as he looked at Pyo-wol.
Although they weren�t directly related to each other, Zhao Yiguang was still like a grandson to him. Moreover, since Zhao Yiguang allowed him to stay in the Nanjing clan�s Bluefield Estate, he somehow became indebted to him.�
Naturally, he couldn�t help but be furious at Zhao Yiguang�s death.
Besides that, he also suffered great humiliation in his confrontation with the Ghost King earlier, and he had been completely pushed aside ever since the arrival of Kyung Musaeng.�
All of these instances contributed to Zhao Jakyung�s pride hitting rock bottom.�
Deep down, Zhao Jakyung thought that he would be on par with the Ghost King or the Kyung Musaeng, but the reality turned out to be different.�
Both were far stronger than he had imagined.�
In particular, the Ghost King�s strength was beyond imagination. If it weren�t for Kyung Musaeng�s timely intervention, Zhao Jakyung wouldn�t have been able to stand on his own two feet.
In the end, Zhao Jakyung had to suffer the humiliation of being pushed to the periphery instead of being at the center of the fight.
It was the most humiliating thing Zhao Jakyung had ever experienced in his life.
His heart was already filled with anger from the fight, so when he saw the figure of his grandson, Zhao Yiguang, lying dead, with Pyo-wol standing beside him, he couldn�t help but feel his eyes roll back in his head.
He cried out,
�Did you do this? Tell me! Is this your doing?!�
�No.�
�Don�t lie to me! The evidence is right here, and� yet you�re trying to deny it!�
�If you won�t believe what I say anyway, why bother asking?�
�That child is someone who would one day lead the Nanjing clan. What you�ve done is no different from cutting off the Nanjing clan�s bloodline! Do you understand now how grave a sin you have committed?�
�Then do you know what crime Zhao Yiguang committed?�
�If you�re trying to insult a child who is already dead, then give it up. It won�t work on me.�
Zhao Yiguang raised his spear and pointed it at Pyo-wol.
Pyo-wol didn�t talk any longer.�
There was nothing more unproductive than talking to someone who had already closed their ears.
Zhao Jakyung had already set his mind that Pyo-wol was the culprit behind Zhao Yiguang�s death. No matter how much Pyo-wol talked and explained himself, Pyo-wol knew that Zhao Jakyung would not change his mind.
What Zhao Jakyung needed now was a scapegoat to salvage his shattered self-esteem, and unfortunately, Pyo-wol happened to be in that position.�
Whoosh!
Intense heat and flames erupted from the spear Zhao Jakyung was holding.�
It was a phenomenon that occurred when the Fire Dragon: Demon-Sealing Spear Technique was performed with extreme fervor.
�Pay the price for your sins!�
Swish!
Zhao Jakyung�s spear swept over Pyo-wol like a broom. JrNovels.com