Chapter: 689
Pyo-wol raised his head and looked at Jin Geum-woo.
�Congratulations! You bringing me back into reality.�
�Pyeong!�
Jin Geum-woo�s eyes were red and bloodshot as if the veins in his eyes were about to burst. He looked at Seo Mun-pyeong�s body with eyes that seemed ready to spill blood at any moment.
The image of Seo Mun-pyeong lying on the floor with his head separated from his body felt too unrealistic. Jin Geum-woo had to spend a considerable amount of time accepting his death.
It was the same for Neung Soun and Won Ga-young.
Seo Mun-pyeong was still a member of their organization, the Golden Heavenly Hall. Not only Neung Soun, who had always cared for him from the start, but even Won Ga-young, who hated him for being a bastard, could not help but feel sorry for his death.
�How dare you kill Pyeong!�
�Oh my god!�
Neung Soun�s eyes were as red and bloodshot as Jin Geum-woo.
Neung Soun was proud of his ability to stay rational and calm no matter the circumstances, but at this moment, his head was blank and he couldn�t think of anything.
Only uncontrollable anger filled his head. His anger was great enough to blow away all of his remaining rationality.
�AHH!�
Neung Soun let out a roar and rushed in. Before he knew it, he had a sword in his hands.�
Ciiit!
A sword reminiscent of the white moon filled everyone�s vision.
Neung Soun executed his best technique, the Eighteen White Moon Sword Style.1
The Eighteen White Moon Sword Style is one of the highest-ranking techniques in Jianghu. This is because the said technique is said to be capable of crushing even the largest boulders at once.�
His nickname, the White Moon Sword, was also derived from the Eighteen White Moon Sword Style.
�No!�
Jin Geum-woo belatedly tried to stop the advance of Neung Soun, but the latter�s moon-like swordsmanship continued to mercilessly send numerous strikes towards Pyo-wol�s direction.
The formidable power of his attacks caused a thick layer of dust to rise and obscured his vision. Still, Neung Soun was not relieved and tried to strike once again using his sword.
It was that moment.
Cit!
Something flew through the dust.
Neung Soun avoided the flying object with his superhuman sense.
�Flying sword?�
It was definitely a flying sword that passed by Neung Soun. If he had been a little late in dodging the flying weapon, his throat would have been cut.�
Neung Soun ran forward, wary that another flying sword would come flying again.
Pyo-wol is still alive and well.� JrNovels.com
�Congratulations! You bringing me back into reality.�
�Pyeong!�
Jin Geum-woo�s eyes were red and bloodshot as if the veins in his eyes were about to burst. He looked at Seo Mun-pyeong�s body with eyes that seemed ready to spill blood at any moment.
The image of Seo Mun-pyeong lying on the floor with his head separated from his body felt too unrealistic. Jin Geum-woo had to spend a considerable amount of time accepting his death.
It was the same for Neung Soun and Won Ga-young.
Seo Mun-pyeong was still a member of their organization, the Golden Heavenly Hall. Not only Neung Soun, who had always cared for him from the start, but even Won Ga-young, who hated him for being a bastard, could not help but feel sorry for his death.
�How dare you kill Pyeong!�
�Oh my god!�
Neung Soun�s eyes were as red and bloodshot as Jin Geum-woo.
Neung Soun was proud of his ability to stay rational and calm no matter the circumstances, but at this moment, his head was blank and he couldn�t think of anything.
Only uncontrollable anger filled his head. His anger was great enough to blow away all of his remaining rationality.
�AHH!�
Neung Soun let out a roar and rushed in. Before he knew it, he had a sword in his hands.�
Ciiit!
A sword reminiscent of the white moon filled everyone�s vision.
Neung Soun executed his best technique, the Eighteen White Moon Sword Style.1
The Eighteen White Moon Sword Style is one of the highest-ranking techniques in Jianghu. This is because the said technique is said to be capable of crushing even the largest boulders at once.�
His nickname, the White Moon Sword, was also derived from the Eighteen White Moon Sword Style.
�No!�
Jin Geum-woo belatedly tried to stop the advance of Neung Soun, but the latter�s moon-like swordsmanship continued to mercilessly send numerous strikes towards Pyo-wol�s direction.
The formidable power of his attacks caused a thick layer of dust to rise and obscured his vision. Still, Neung Soun was not relieved and tried to strike once again using his sword.
It was that moment.
Cit!
Something flew through the dust.
Neung Soun avoided the flying object with his superhuman sense.
�Flying sword?�
It was definitely a flying sword that passed by Neung Soun. If he had been a little late in dodging the flying weapon, his throat would have been cut.�
Neung Soun ran forward, wary that another flying sword would come flying again.
Pyo-wol is still alive and well.� JrNovels.com
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