Chapter: 425

Muhwajin told Woo Jinpyeong what had happened in the past. Woo Jinpyeong closed his eyes and listened to Muhwajin. Finally, when the Muhwajin had finished speaking, Woo Jinpyeong opened his eyes and said,

�It must have been a third party intervention.�

�Why do you think so?�

�It�s because the timing is all convoluted. The young master of the Thunder Clan was assassinated by the Seventy-Two Sword Waves��

Woo Jinpyeong suddenly trembled as if he had been struck by lightning.

�What is it, Senior Brother?�

�My God! The Seventy-Two Sword Waves!�

Woo Jinpyeong closed his eyes.

The sword technique which killed his son, Woo Gunsang, was the Seventy-Two Waves. He didn�t know it at the time when Gunsang died, but after looking closely, he found out that it was a wound caused by the Seventy-Two Swords Waves.

�Didn�t the assassin who killed Gunsang in the past learned the Seventy-Two Swords Waves?�

�But wasn�t he killed by Senior Brother Mu Jeong-jin?�

�The assassin was just thrown into a snake pit, but Senior Brother didn�t kill him himself.�

�Does Senior Brother think that that assassin has come back to life?�

�Isn�t there a possibility?�

Woo Jinpyeong�s eyes shone eerily.

At Woo Jinpyeong�s eyes, which they had never seen before, Muhwajin and Mu Young felt the chills.�

Muhwajin asked cautiously.

�What if he was really the assassin of that time?�

�Of course, we have to take revenge for our children, isn�t it the responsibility of the rest of us to relieve the pain of the children who went before their parents?�

For the first time, Woo Jinpyeong�s face began to glow.

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Seuk! Seuk!

Pyo-wol honed the phantom dagger on the whetstone.

The blade was damaged in several places over time because he had been using it harshly. It was best to leave it to Tang Sochu for a proper repair, but as a temporary measure, he was doing it himself.

Every time Pyo-wol moved his hand, the phantom dagger regained its original sharpness. It was sharp enough to cut the skin with just a slight touch of his hand.

Pyo-wol placed all the ten ghost knives on his belt.

After squatting for a long time, his back and legs were numb. Pyo-wol patted his waist and legs with his fist and looked around. There was no one around the well where he was grinding the whetstone.

Pyo-wol pulled out the Soul-Reaping Thread on his hand. The thread made of invisible qi was stretched long.

Now, pulling out and maintaining a single thread was not very difficult. That�s because he already got the knack of it.

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