Reaper of the Drifting Moon Chapter 611

October 23, 2023 • 10 min read • 1195 views

The masked figures in black and white were none other than the Black and White Immortals, the henchmen of Jang Cheon-hwa.

The one wearing the black mask was Wi Shin-ho, and the one wearing the white mask was Jeon Yeop.

Their mission, given directly by Jang Cheon-hwa, was simple: to kill Ji Gyeong and destroy any evidence of Jang Cheon-hwa’s involvement.

To accomplish this, they used the tactics of the Sacred Eastern Scripture.

While White Mask Jeon Yeop set a massive fire in the western part of the Shaolin Temple, Black Mask Wi Shin-ho quietly assassinated Ji Gyeong.

If everything had gone according to plan, they would have left Shaolin Temple without a trace.

But their plans were foiled when Pyo Wol intervened.

Kill him to silence him.

The two exchanged glances.

Their remaining option was clear: kill Pyo Wol.

If Pyo Wol died, all their problems would be solved.

They even considered it a fortunate turn of events.

Let’s get rid of this thorn in our side.

Both Jang Mugak and Jang Cheon-hwa were suspicious of Pyo Wol.

They both considered him a great threat.

If they killed Pyo Wol, nothing would stand in their way.

Kick!

At the same time, they kicked off the ground and rushed at Pyo Wol.

Intense flames gathered in the hands of the Black Mask Wi Shin-ho, while the White Mask Jeon Yeop’s hands were filled with cold.

If Wi Shin-ho was fire, Jeon Yeop was ice.

Wi Shin-ho’s martial art was Zhu Rong’s Fiery Palm, and Jeon Yeop’s was the Frost Spirit Palm.

Their techniques were polar opposites yet complementary.

Each was formidable on its own, but together their power increased manifold.

In addition, their exceptional communication allowed them to understand each other’s intentions at a glance.

The black and white shadows attacked Pyo Wol from both sides, unleashing their techniques.

A lava-hot aura and extreme coldness rushed in at the same time.

Pyo Wol unleashed his Jade Breaker to block their attacks.

Boom!

A loud explosion rang out, and Pyo Wol was thrown backward.

His Jade Breaker was powerful. However, it couldn’t match the harmonious attack of the two, who reinforced each other’s power.

The Black and White Immortals spoke almost as if they had rehearsed it.

“Today you will die here.”

“By our hands…”

Whoosh!

A tremendous wave of energy came at Pyo Wol from both sides.

If he stood still, he would be crushed to dust like a bean between millstones.

Pyo Wol used his snake steps to slip through the energy waves. But the Black and White Immortals wouldn’t let him escape so easily.

“Haah!”

As if on cue, they both unleashed a battle cry and changed their techniques.

The searing heat of Zhu Rong’s Fiery Palm and the freezing cold of the Frost Spirit Palm pursued Pyo Wol like the Grim Reaper from the underworld.

Thump!

Two opposing energies struck Pyo Wol.

Just as a satisfied smile appeared on the faces of the Black and White Immortals.

Whoosh!

Pyo Wol vanished like a mirage. He had used the Demonic Shadow Exchange to move elsewhere.

The energies had hit an illusion he had created.

“Damn it!”

“An illusion?”

Only then did they realize that they had been fooled by Pyo Wol’s deception. By then, Pyo Wol had already moved behind them.

Sssst!

Pyo Wol’s counterattack began.

He unleashed his Ghost Blades.

The Ghost Blades flew in different trajectories, forcing the Black and White Immortals to dodge in opposite directions.

‘We just have to dodge them’.

As they easily dodged the Ghost Blades and prepared to counterattack…

Sssst!

A sound they should not have heard reached their ears.

To their astonishment, the Ghost Blades that had flown past them turned in midair and aimed at their throats again.

Pyo Wol was manipulating them with his Soul Reaping Threads.

“Grr!”

“Hmm!”

Both men hastily ducked their heads.

The Ghost Blades narrowly missed their heads.

“Trying to fool us with mere tricks.”

“Enough!”

Enraged, they unleashed Zhu Rong’s Fiery Palm and Frost Spirit Palm at the incoming blades.

Kaboom!

With a deafening explosion, the ten blades were deflected in different directions.

Seizing the moment, the Black and White Immortals charged at Pyo Wol.

Whoosh!

Their black and white robes stretched out far behind them.

“Die!”

“Chaa!”

The Black and White Immortals unleashed their respective techniques, aiming at Pyo Wol’s flanks.

If their palms connected, Pyo Wol’s body would burst like an over-inflated leather sack.

Moreover, the martial arts of the black and white immortals complemented each other, increasing their power many times over.

Once struck, there would be no way for Pyo Wol to survive.

“It’s over.”

At that moment, a satisfied smile appeared on the faces of the black and white immortals.

Suddenly, they felt a chilling sensation.

Instinctively, they changed the trajectory of their attacks.

Whoosh!

In an instant, the edges of their robes were sliced off.

An invisible silver web had spread around Pyo Wol. He had secretly used his Spider’s Silver Web technique.

If the black and white immortals had continued their original trajectory, their arms would have been severed by the web.

“What?”

“Using magic?”

To the black and white immortals who were unaware of the Spider Silver Web, it appeared to be magic.

Pyo Wol did not feel the need to explain.

Explaining his techniques to an enemy was the height of foolishness.

When the Spider Silver Web retracted, Pyo Wol made his move.

Sssst!

He transformed his Soul Reaping Threads into Threaded Serpent Qi.

Threads of energy in the form of streams targeted the throats of the Black and White Immortals.

“Yah!”

“Chaa!”

The Black and White Immortals spun their palms like windmills, unleashing the fiery Zhu Rong’s Fiery Palm and the icy Frost Spirit Palm.

Kaboom!

The Threaded Serpent Qi clashed with the techniques of Black and White Immortals in mid-air.

It was like a battle between predators targeting each other’s throats.

Flames erupted and vanished, and a torrent of extreme cold energy poured down.

At the center of it all was Pyo Wol.

He swung the Threaded Serpent Qi, neutralizing the techniques of Black and White Immortals.
His martial prowess was truly awe-inspiring.

‘His skill surpasses imagination.’

‘We must kill him here. If he escapes, the consequences will be endless.’

They abandoned any notion of holding back.

Pyo Wol was not an opponent to be faced half-heartedly.

They were the Black and White Immortals, known as the top martial artists of Heavenly Martial Sect.

Despite their combined assault for several seconds, they couldn’t subdue Pyo Wol.

His martial prowess was simply unbelievable.

Such skill had not been seen since Jang Cheon-hwa.

‘Kill him here, no matter the cost.’

They understood each other without words.

“Chaa!”

White Mask Jeon Yeop charged headlong at Pyo Wol.

Sssst!

The Threaded Serpent Qi flew at him like venomous snakes.

Instead of dodging, Jeon Yeop deployed his Defensive Qi.

Crash!

The Defensive Qi collided with the Threaded Serpent Qi.

At that moment, Pyo Wol twisted his wrist. The Threaded Serpent Qi rotated at a terrifying speed, drilling through the Defensive Qi.

Like a threadworm burrowing through a tiny hole, it penetrated the Defensive Qi.

Thump!

In the end, the Threaded Serpent Qi penetrated the Defensive Qi and pierced through Jeon Yeop’s shoulder.

“Ugh!”

Jeon Yeop groaned in excruciating pain that clouded his consciousness. However, he gritted his teeth and lunged at Pyo Wol.

He embraced Pyo Wol so tightly that there was no room for escape.

Swoosh!

Simultaneously, his white robe enveloped Pyo Wol as if it were a living entity.

Pyo Wol struggled, but Jeon Yeop held him fast, as if clamped by steel pincers.

Jeon Yeop whispered to Pyo Wol.

“The Formless Poison, fool.”

Thump!

Something burst within the white robe.

It had no smell, no form.

But it was undeniably present.

The Formless Poison.

Regarded as the most vicious of all poisons in existence.

Without an antidote, one would melt away like a snowman under the summer sun within moments.

It was truly the king of poisons.

Jeon Yeop had always carried a small bead of this deadly poison within his white robe.

He had detonated it now.

The lethal poison attacked not just Pyo Wol but Jeon Yeop as well. However, Jeon Yeop had faith.

He had built up resistance by frequently ingesting poison and had already taken the antidote.

He could endure long enough for Pyo Wol to melt away. After that, he would take another antidote and spend a few months purging the poison’s after-effects.

It was his last resort when cornered.

The Formless Poison would infiltrate through the pores and melt the victim from the inside.

Knowing this, Black Mask Wi Shin-ho dared not approach. If he carelessly got too close, he too would be exposed to the Formless Poison and risk his life.

One had to be at least ten steps away when Jeon Yeop detonated the Formless Poison.

Wi Shin-ho had some resistance to poison, but he was no match for Jeon Yeop.

So, he watched Pyo Wol and Jeon Yeop from a distance.

Jeon Yeop burst into laughter.

“Heh heh! How does it feel? Like ants are tearing your body apart, isn’t it?”

“The Formless Poison, huh…”

“Yes! The Formless Poison will melt you away.”

“I wish it would…”

Pyo Wol trailed off, locking eyes with Jeon Yeop.

Their faces were so close they could feel each other’s breath.

Jeon Yeop felt a sudden chill.

There was no sign of poisoning on Pyo Wol’s face.

That’s when it happened.

Swoosh!

Suddenly, something stirred within the white robe.

A chilling sensation brushed against his skin, making him shudder involuntarily.

“What is this?”

Jeon Yeop cried out in alarm.

However, Pyo Wol simply looked at him and smiled, showing no signs of poisoning.

The Formless Poison had undoubtedly been released within the white robe.

Swoosh!

Something was coiling around his body inside the robe. Goosebumps erupted on his skin.

“What is it?”

Jeon Yeop shouted again, but Pyo Wol remained silent.

Unable to shake off a sense of impending doom, Jeon Yeop released the white robe that had been binding Pyo Wol.

That’s when the situation became clear.

The Formless Poison that had filled the white robe had vanished without a trace. Instead, a small snake was coiled around his wrist.

A tiny horn on its head and scales that seemed to burn with a fiery red hue.

It was Gwia.

In that instant, Gwia bit Jeon Yeop’s wrist.

“Ah!”

A scream involuntarily escaped Jeon Yeop’s lips.

His head spun when struck by Gwia.

In an instant, his body was paralyzed, and his vision darkened.

It was the symptom of poisoning.

‘How, how can this be?’

He had built up a strong resistance to most poisons.

Moreover, he had taken the antidote for the Formless Poison.

Any ordinary poison would have been neutralized the moment it entered his body. Yet, his body was paralyzed, and his tongue was stiffening.

It was inconceivable to Jeon Yeop.

As Pyo Wol released Jeon Yeop’s arm that had been binding him, he said,

“No matter how strong the Formless Poison is, it’s no match for the venom of Gwia.”
Drip!

At that moment, Jeon Yeop’s face began to melt away.

“Jeon Yeop!”

Wi Shin-ho screamed at the unbelievable sight and rushed over.

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