The deaths of So Yeowol and Song Cheonwoo led to the disintegration of Guryongsalmak. The survivors of Guryongsalmak, having lost their leader, scattered in all directions. The martial artists of the Golden Heavenly Hall, who had played a part in building the Grand Heavenly Net, were also thoroughly defeated. They fled without looking back, and … Read more
Whoosh! So Yeowol’s New Moon Blades were sent flying backward. In each of her hands, she held a unique crescent-shaped dagger. It was a design rarely seen in Kangho. Such weapons were typically used by assassins from the far west or foreign lands. She named these blades “New Moon Blades” Embedded in the blade’s edge … Read more
“Bastard!” “He’s dead!” The martial artists who were still alive attacked Pyo Wol. Blades and swords swung violently, threatening to tear Pyo Wol apart. Suddenly, Pyo Wol spread his arms wide. Ten flying daggers sliced through the air. Whoosh! The daggers accurately pierced the throats and foreheads of those attacking Pyo Wol. The attackers fell, … Read more
“Whew!” Soma took a deep breath. Ahead stood the formidable martial artists of Guryongsalmak and the Blood Demon Corps. Their formation was in disarray. There was nothing organized or cohesive about them. It seemed as if the orders were not being relayed properly. Soma knew the reason. “Brother!” It was clear that Pyo Wol had … Read more
Swish! A fine silver needle poured down. “Thud!” “Thunk!” The silver needle struck two blood demons who were cautiously searching the reed field. The needle, as thin as a cow’s hair, was lodged in the vital points of the blood demons. The blood demons instantly fell backward, their eyes rolling up. They were dead in … Read more
“Did he find out?” So Yeowol muttered to herself. She stood at the center of a vast plain. It was the heart of the Grand Heavenly Net, the center of a vast web spread out in every direction. When she conceived the plan to trap Pyo Wol, the first thing that came to her mind … Read more
Song Cheonwoo spoke to So Yeowol. “We cornered him in the direction of the Death Gate.” “He wouldn’t have just walked towards the Death Gate, would he?” “The archers we placed had the desired effect. He must have found it difficult to face the archers who could shoot from a distance.” So Yeowol frowned in … Read more
Pyo Wol rested near the reed field for a considerable time It was almost an hour before he moved again. Perhaps because he had rested well, his steps were notably light. Pyo Wol leisurely walked, enjoying the scenery around him. Still, his pace was much quicker than when walking with two or three companions. Suddenly, … Read more
The next day, Pyo Wol and Hong-Ye-Seol left their room and went downstairs to the inn’s restaurant. The innkeeper greeted them with bloodshot eyes. “Did you sleep well?” “We slept fine, but you seem to have had a rough night.” “How can you tell?” “Your eyes are bloodshot.” “Oh! I couldn’t sleep well…” The innkeeper … Read more
Crackle! Flicker! In a clearing in the middle of the forest, a bonfire was burning. Facing each other in front of the fire were a woman with a cold demeanor and a man with an icy aura. They were none other than So Yeowol and Song Cheonwoo. As the flames began to die down, Song … Read more