Chapter: 426

Pyo-wol pulled out an extra stalk of Soul-Reaping Thread. It was not difficult to pull out one more stem as his skill increased, but it was not easy to maintain it because of the enormous energy consumption.

Beads of sweat ran down Pyo-wol�s forehead. Drops of sweat ran into his eyes making him felt a sting, but Pyo-wol did not lose his concentration.

Pyo-wol did everything in his power to maintain the two lines of the Soul-Reaping Thread. After much concentration, the two� Soul-Reaping Threads found stability. But Pyo-wol was not satisfied with this level.

Now, he had to freely use the two lines of Soul-Reaping Threads.

Suiic!

Pyo-wol wielded the Soul-Reaping Threads and swung it towards a vacant lot near the well.

The Soul-Reaping Threads pierced the air sharply and showed off its tremendous power. But Pyo-wol never intended to be this satisfied.

While the Soul-Reaping Threads was extended out of his hand, he digs into his waist, and pulled out the ghost knives. Two ghost knives were hung on each Soul-Reaping Thread.

Ciiit!

As the ghost rain was attached, the power of the Soul-Reaping Thread was maximized. Pyo-wol treated the two ghost knives like his limbs.�

After a long time, Pyo-wol collected the ghost knives. As the ghost knives hid behind his belt, the Soul-Reaping Thread disappeared naturally.

Pyo-wol�s whole body was drenched with sweat. Still, Pyo-wol looked dissatisfied. Because he thought his growth was too slow. His goal was to use the ten ghosts at will by using the Soul-Reaping Thread. Two isn�t enough.

Pyo-wol shook his head and returned to the well.

He drew water from the well and put it on his head. A cold stream of water wet his clothes and his body. Pyo-wol ran the well several times to wash away his sweat.

Pyo-wol put down the headboard and operated his internal energy.

Chiiiic!

Instantly, the water that was soaking his body and clothes turned into steam and flew away. Pyo-wol, who was in a comfortable state in an instant, left the well.

As he left the well, Pyo-wol covered the lower part of his face with a scarf. That didn�t completely hide his handsome looks, but he was able to block people�s eyes to some extent.

The atmosphere inside Chengdu was horrendous.

This is because not only the disciples of the Qingcheng sect and the Emei sect, but also many of the clans representing Sichuan Province dispatched their troops.

Not only the clans based in Chengdu, such as Golden Gate or Qing Ming Room, but also numerous warriors from the outside are roaming the Chengdu. Some of them were warriros directly related to the Qingcheng and Emei sects, and some were not.

There was a light of tension and excitement visible on their faces.

The full-scale war between the Emei sect� and Qingcheng sect was the first major event since the incident seven years ago, when former warriors of Sichuan came together to subdue assassins by spreading their inescapable net.

Whoever wins, the power structure within Sichuan will change drastically.

Of course, the warriors connected to the Qingcheng sect will fight for the victory of the Qingcheng sect. They will cry, and so will those who are connected with the Emei sect. But not everyone was like that.

There were also those who wanted to stay in the middle, or to show off their prestige in this opportunity.

With such a crowd, Chengdu became the center of the storm.

Because the atmosphere was so ferocious as the martial artists, ordinary people just stopped going out of their houses.

Pyo-wol headed to the guest house right in front of the Hundred Flower Room.

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