Chapter: 305
He didn�t want to die without knowing why.
Because that would be a dog�s death.
Puk!
At that moment, Pyo-wol�s sword pierced his neck.
Nam Hosan�s eyes rolled back in extreme pain.
That was the end of Nam Hosan.
Even at the moment of his death, he couldn�t ask Pyo-wol the reason why.�
Pyo-wol quietly looked at the body of Nam Hosan, which collapsed like a sandcastle. The countless scars he left behind Nam Hosan�s body were clearly visible.
It was then that Pyo-wol felt a presence outside.�
The soldiers who heard the sound of Pyo-wol and Nam Hosan fighting came running in an instant. Pyo-wol exited the room before they arrived.
�Young master, are you okay?�
�What�s going on?�
The soldiers who arrived in front of the room asked about the well-being of Nam Hosan. But no matter how much they asked, they received no answer. So the warriors opened the door and entered.
�Young master!�
�Oh God! Young master has been assassinated!�
The soldiers cried out.
Biic! Biiic!
An emergency whistle rang through the Thunder gates.� The soldiers, who were sleeping deeply, woke up and immediately searched the area.�
But they were too late. Pyo-wol had already left the Geumjujeon.
Inside the Thunder gates, all of the personnel were mobilized to catch the unidentified assassin. The nearby military officials were also asked for their cooperation. Even retired martial artists in the Geumjujeon moved.�
However, the assassin who killed Nam Hosan was never found.
No one saw the face of the assassin, let alone his identity.�
Like a ghost, the assassin disappeared from the Geumjujeon.
�Ugh!�
Tae Yeonho, the master of the Thunder Clan, clenched his fists and looked at Nam Hosan�s dead body lying in front of him.
His two eyes were bloodshot.
The death of his one and only disciple made him angry.
�Hosanna.�
He approached Nam Hosan�s body.
The condition of the body was dire. Countless swords were engraved on Nam Hosan�s body. Like a stigma. JrNovels.com
Because that would be a dog�s death.
Puk!
At that moment, Pyo-wol�s sword pierced his neck.
Nam Hosan�s eyes rolled back in extreme pain.
That was the end of Nam Hosan.
Even at the moment of his death, he couldn�t ask Pyo-wol the reason why.�
Pyo-wol quietly looked at the body of Nam Hosan, which collapsed like a sandcastle. The countless scars he left behind Nam Hosan�s body were clearly visible.
It was then that Pyo-wol felt a presence outside.�
The soldiers who heard the sound of Pyo-wol and Nam Hosan fighting came running in an instant. Pyo-wol exited the room before they arrived.
�Young master, are you okay?�
�What�s going on?�
The soldiers who arrived in front of the room asked about the well-being of Nam Hosan. But no matter how much they asked, they received no answer. So the warriors opened the door and entered.
�Young master!�
�Oh God! Young master has been assassinated!�
The soldiers cried out.
Biic! Biiic!
An emergency whistle rang through the Thunder gates.� The soldiers, who were sleeping deeply, woke up and immediately searched the area.�
But they were too late. Pyo-wol had already left the Geumjujeon.
Inside the Thunder gates, all of the personnel were mobilized to catch the unidentified assassin. The nearby military officials were also asked for their cooperation. Even retired martial artists in the Geumjujeon moved.�
However, the assassin who killed Nam Hosan was never found.
No one saw the face of the assassin, let alone his identity.�
Like a ghost, the assassin disappeared from the Geumjujeon.
�Ugh!�
Tae Yeonho, the master of the Thunder Clan, clenched his fists and looked at Nam Hosan�s dead body lying in front of him.
His two eyes were bloodshot.
The death of his one and only disciple made him angry.
�Hosanna.�
He approached Nam Hosan�s body.
The condition of the body was dire. Countless swords were engraved on Nam Hosan�s body. Like a stigma. JrNovels.com
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