Leaning against Hong Yushin, So Gyeoksan denied Yu Suhwan�s words.

�Demon?�

�Yes! A demon! He�s always been like that. He likes to mock others from such a high place.�

As he looked at the battlefield, So Gyeoksan�s face was full of envy.

Although he had vowed to devote his loyalty if he was set free, his rivalry and his competitive spirit towards Pyo-wol hadn�t completely disappeared yet.

Harvesting the souls of his opponents with ten strands of the Soul-Reaping Thread, and ending their lives with the phantom dagger, Pyo-wol looked like the Reaper himself.

The darkness amplified his abilities, and Pyo-wol used the darkness to collect the lives of his enemies.

It was a well-choreographed spectacle.

If he performed like that, even the audience would curse the troupe and him.

Pyo-wol had elevated his assassination techniques to the level of art.

�He�s insane!�

Hong Yushin shook his head.

His burning hatred and venom melted away like snow at the sight of the martial artists of the Prison of No Return being killed by Pyo-wol.

That�s how pitiful they looked.

�Eight Constellations? Fuck that! If he targets you in the dark, even the Eight Constellations won�t be safe.�

He shook his head dismissively in exasperation.

He knew Pyo-wol was great, that his assassination skills were so extraordinary that no other assassin in the world could match them.

But it was one thing hearing about it on paper and seeing it with his own eyes.

The goosebumps on his skin wouldn�t go away.

Seogeuk! Sueuk!

The sound of flesh being sliced resonated in the darkness,

Gu Ja-hwang also stopped his roar.

He realized that there was no point in continuing the roar any further.

His face was a mixture of anger and fear.

Pyo-wol seemed like a mirage, impossible to reach no matter how hard he tried.

He had employed all the methods he knew to capture him, but they were of no use.

Neither his lion�s roar nor his powerful blows had any effect on him.

�Stop.�

Crash!

Once again, he released another strike, but it only shattered the delicate stalactites, it did not even reach Pyo-wol�s shadow. JrNovels.com