Chapter 280

KABOOM!

Snow Blade Sword Manor’s martial artists stormed into the Jin Clan without any warning.

“What the?”

“It’s an ambush. Quick, ring the warning bell.”

Though flustered at first, the Jin Clan martial artists on guard duty did not just stand by and take it.

DANG, DANG, DANG!

The urgent sound of the bell echoed throughout the Jin Clan.

Martial artists, deep in their sleep in the middle of the night, rushed outside in a torrent.

“An ambush?”

“Has Snow Blade Sword Manor truly gone mad?”

Their faces were filled with bewilderment.

No matter how intense a fight between Jianghu sects, there were lines that should be respected, and Snow Blade Sword Manor’s actions were no different from crossing that line.

The Jin Clan martial artists quickly realized what that meant.

“Is he not thinking about the consequences?”

“Those madmen!”

Even if he managed to suppress the Jin Clan this way, Snow Blade Sword Manor would incur the public wrath of the Jianghu. There was no one who didn’t know how terrifying that was.

“Stop them from getting inside.”

“It’s over if the entrance is breached. Block it, even if you die!”

The Jin Clan martial artists screamed as they blocked Snow Blade Sword Manor’s men.

With Seol Gwangho’s death, Snow Blade Sword Manor’s martial artists were also filled with malice. They charged at the Jin Clan martial artists as if they were their mortal enemies.

“Break through!”

“Haaat!”

A hellish pandemonium unfolded as those trying to break through and those trying to block became entangled.

Bodies piled up at the entrance of the Jin Clan, and the blood they shed flowed like a stream.

It was when the fight reached its peak.

BOOM!

A tremendous roar suddenly erupted.

At the same time, three or four martial artists were sent flying in all directions.

As if swept away by the explosion of a Thunderbolt Bomb, the martial artists’ bodies were horribly mangled like mincemeat.

KABOOM!

Once again, an explosive sound echoed.

“Kuaargh!”

“Keuk!”

With desperate screams, another five or six martial artists were flung away.

Their condition was truly wretched.

They had died with their limbs twisted and their chests caved in.

All the dead were Jin Clan martial artists.

“Wha-what?”

Only then did the martial artists realize that an incredible expert, one they could not dare to face, had joined the battle.

Everyone’s gaze focused on the newly appeared expert.

He wore a crimson martial arts uniform. However, his face, arms, and other exposed parts were all covered and wrapped in white cloth.

The only things visible were his two eyes, filled with black pupils. That made him look even more ghastly.

His two hands, wrapped in white cloth, were stained with sticky fresh blood.

It was the blood of the Jin Clan martial artists he had just killed.

“You bastard!”

“Reveal your identity.”

Two of Jin Clan’s experts rushed at him.

Both were experts who held considerable positions within the Jin Clan.

Not only was their martial arts profound, but they had also become stronger by gaining significant combat experience at the forefront of the fight against Snow Blade Sword Manor.

KWAAAA!

The air trembled at their fists. But the monster wrapped in white cloth didn’t even blink an eye as he threw a punch at them.

It was just a simple punch.

But its power was beyond imagination.

KABOOM!

With an explosive sound, both of Jin Clan’s experts were sent flying.

“Keoheok!”

“Cough!”

The two men lay sprawled on the ground, vomiting blood.

Thanks to their profound martial arts, they didn’t die instantly like the others, but they were seriously injured and would need to recuperate for at least a few months.

“Who in the world?”

A look of terror crept onto the faces of the Jin Clan martial artists.

The monster’s martial arts had clearly reached a distant realm they couldn’t even dare to imagine.

They had never heard that such an expert existed in Snow Blade Sword Manor.

The monster scanned the area before launching himself toward the inner part of the Jin Clan.

“Stop him!”

“No!”

Several martial artists rushed to stop the monster, but they were mangled like mincemeat by a simple gesture of his hand.

In an instant, the monster broke through the Jin Clan martial artists’ defensive line and got inside.

Having reached the interior in a single breath, the monster closed his jet-black eyes.

After briefly surveying the inside of the Jin Clan with his Qi Sense, the monster soon ran in a certain direction.

The place he headed for was the deepest, most secluded part of the Jin Clan.

“Hmph!”

The monster, who had been running without hesitation, stopped in his tracks.

A young martial artist was blocking his path.

The young martial artist holding a sword was none other than Jin Si-woo.

Jin Si-woo glared at the monster and said,

“You cannot enter this place.”

“Move.”

The monster opened his mouth for the first time.

His voice was thick with phlegm and extremely coarse, making it painful to hear.

“I cannot do that.”

“Hmph! Then I have no choice but to kill you…”

The monster scoffed.

SHOOO!

He rushed toward Jin Si-woo like a shot.

In the blink of an eye, the monster had reached Jin Si-woo.

His hand, wrapped in white cloth, struck toward Jin Si-woo’s chest. But Jin Si-woo, unfazed, swung his sword and parried the monster’s hand.

CLANG!

A metallic sound erupted as the sword and palm collided.

“Keuk!”

Jin Si-woo’s face contorted.

The webbing of the hand holding the sword hilt was torn.

It was a hand that had trained with the sword its entire life. It wasn’t so weak as to be torn by a single blow. The fact that it was torn meant the force contained in the opponent’s strike was that terrifying.

‘Who in the world is that man?’

He couldn’t even begin to guess the monster’s identity.

At that moment, the monster threw another punch.

KABOOM!

“Keuk!”

With a stifled groan, Jin Si-woo’s body was sent flying backward.

His appearance was already a mess.

His neatly tied hair was disheveled, and blood was flowing from between his torn clothes.

His entire body ached as if he had been struck by a giant sledgehammer, and his internal organs were shaken.

Still, Jin Si-woo forced himself to stand.

“Keuk!”

“Wolmyeong taught his grandson well.”

The monster let out a pure exclamation of admiration.

He wasn’t being sarcastic; he was genuinely impressed by Jin Si-woo’s martial prowess.

Although he was participating with his identity concealed due to a debt, his martial prowess was not something Jin Si-woo could dare compare to.

No matter how much Jin Si-woo stood out as a prodigy, compared to him, he was nothing more than a firefly before a full moon.

Yet, the fact that he had blocked his attack, which contained seventy percent of his internal power, twice, meant that Jin Si-woo’s martial arts were extraordinary.

Jin Si-woo asked,

“Do you know my grandfather?”

“Is there anyone in all under heaven who doesn’t know him?”

He had asked thinking there might be a personal acquaintance, but the monster denied it. However, Jin Si-woo was certain.

That the monster had a personal relationship with his grandfather.

He could tell just by the way the monster’s eyes had wavered when he asked a moment ago.

“How can an acquaintance of my grandfather attack the Jin Clan?”

“Silence.”

The monster shouted angrily and thrust out his palm.

KABOOM!

“Keok!”

With a scream, Jin Si-woo was sent flying backward.

Having neutralized Jin Si-woo in an instant, the monster moved forward without hesitation.

CRACK!

He broke down the door of the pavilion Jin Si-woo was guarding and went inside.

There were a dozen martial artists guarding the inside of the pavilion, but they couldn’t withstand the monster’s single punch and all died instantly.

Now, there was nothing to block the monster.

He opened the door to the room the martial artists had been guarding.

Then, along with a thick scent of medicine that stung the nose, the figure of an old man lying on a bed came into view.

The old man had lost all his flesh and muscle, looking as if only skin was stretched over his bones.

It was clear at a glance that he had been suffering from a serious illness for a long time.

This unimpressive old man was none other than the Setting Sun Divine Sword, Jin Wolmyeong, one of the Eight Constellations.

The monster looked down at Jin Wolmyeong and muttered,

“He said you wouldn’t be able to move, and he was right. To think you’d be lying here in such a pathetic state. Why did you have to oppose them? If you had just treated it as sacrificing one grandson, it wouldn’t have come to this.”

The monster clicked his tongue as he looked at Jin Wolmyeong.

Jin Wolmyeong had suffered a deep internal injury and was poisoned by a potent toxin, leaving him completely defenseless.

Killing him was easier than wringing a chicken’s neck.

The monster decided not to drag it out any longer and to wring Jin Wolmyeong’s neck.

It was just as his hand reached Jin Wolmyeong’s neck.

“‘They’… I’d like to hear more about that.”

A cold voice was suddenly heard.

The monster flinched.

He hadn’t even sensed the other’s presence until he heard the voice.

Taking his hand away and turning his head, he saw a middle-aged man holding a sword.

The monster recognized his identity at once.

“Sword Venerable?”

“Slayer of Ten Thousand! Seeing you cover your face with such cloth, you must have a lot to hide.”

Just as the monster recognized Han Yu-cheon’s identity, Han Yu-cheon also recognized the identity of the monster hidden by the white cloth at a glance.

Slayer of Ten Thousand.

One of the Eight Constellations and an absolute expert whose everything was shrouded in mystery.

Almost no one knew his real face. Most of them had lost their lives.

Han Yu-cheon was one of the few who knew his real face.

It was because they had met once before and fought a fierce battle.

The result was mutual destruction.

That was why he could recognize his identity just by seeing the monster’s Qi Wave.

“Tsk!”

The Slayer of Ten Thousand clicked his tongue as he looked at Han Yu-cheon.

Han Yu-cheon was not an easy opponent.

“Didn’t you say you came to watch the fall of the Jin Clan?”

“Where did you hear that?”

“The rumor is already widespread. If you came to watch, just sit still and wait. The Jin Clan will fall today.”

“Whether I watch or not is not for you to decide. I’ll ask again. Who are you referring to as ‘they’?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You said it clearly. ‘Why did you have to oppose them?’ ‘They’ doesn’t seem to mean Snow Blade Sword Manor.”

Han Yu-cheon’s voice became chilling.

The moment he saw his resolute gaze, the Slayer of Ten Thousand realized he couldn’t be persuaded.

“I’ll explain later. Step aside for now.”

“No, tell me now.”

“You’re making things very difficult for me. Do you even know what consequences your actions will bring?”

“This is the first I’ve known the Slayer of Ten Thousand of all under heaven to be so long-tongued. What are you hiding?”

Han Yu-cheon took a step toward the Slayer of Ten Thousand.

Pyo Wol had said there might be another mastermind behind Won Gayoung’s death. And Han Yu-cheon had a strong premonition that the ‘they’ the Slayer of Ten Thousand mentioned was the very mastermind Pyo Wol had spoken of.

The Slayer of Ten Thousand he knew was not a man who would hide his identity with such a cloth. It meant there was something very shady about this affair. So much so that he couldn’t reveal his face with dignity.

Han Yu-cheon drew his sword and said,

SHRING!

“Are you also involved in my disciple’s death?”

“No! That was them…”

For a moment, the Slayer of Ten Thousand wore a look of ‘oops’.

His own answer was an admission of his connection to them.

Han Yu-cheon’s gaze grew even colder.

“You won’t leave this place alive until you confess everything.”

“To corner me like this. You will be the one to pay the price for blocking my path.”

RIIIP!

The Slayer of Ten Thousand tore off the cloth covering his face. An expressionless face, like that of a doll, was revealed.

Numerous scars were engraved on his expressionless face like brands.

The very fact that he revealed his true form was proof that he had decided to kill Han Yu-cheon.

It was the Slayer of Ten Thousand who moved first.

He threw a punch like a thunderbolt.

Against it, Han Yu-cheon swung his sword down like a flash of lightning.

JJEEOOONG!

With a deafening crack, a razor-sharp Qi Wave swept through the room.

The fight between the two men was thus beginning.

RUMBLE!

The massive pavilion was screaming as if it would collapse at any moment.