Chapter 393

“What is this?”

Gwan Musu, startled, parried the flying dagger once more with his axe. But the dagger, as if it were a living creature, changed its trajectory and attacked again.

Gwan Musu’s anger flared to the top of his head. He thought his opponent was toying with him.

“How dare you! Hyaat!”

With a shout, he infused a great deal of internal power into his axe. An Axe Qi, three zhang long, formed around the small axe.

Gwan Musu swung his axe with enough force to shatter the flying dagger in a single blow.

Clang!

The small flying dagger and the axe imbued with Axe Qi collided, letting out a metallic shriek.

Everyone expected the flying dagger to shatter, but reality was different.

It was merely knocked away by Gwan Musu’s axe swing, still perfectly intact.

The deflected flying dagger drew an arc in the air.

Gwan Musu, his anger boiling over, shouted.

“How long are you going to play these ghostly games? For an assassin, you truly are shameless.”

Shik!

Instead of an answer, another flying dagger came at him.

Claaang!

Gwan Musu parried the flying dagger with all his might.

The flying dagger flew far away with a metallic sound.

The problem was that it wasn’t just one flying dagger.

Shiik!

From somewhere, another flying dagger flew in.

Gwan Musu once again used all his strength to parry it.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the flying dagger was deflected. But Gwan Musu couldn’t smile.

Shishishit!

Flying daggers were coming at him in succession.

Feeling that his axe alone was not enough, Gwan Musu drew his straight sword and swung it as well.

Fwoosh!

The axe and the straight sword, swung at a terrifying speed, created a thin barrier in front of Gwan Musu.

Flying daggers exploded against it one after another.

Bababababang!

A series of explosions, too loud to have been caused by colliding daggers, erupted. In the end, Gwan Musu managed to block all of them.

“Heok! Heok!”

Gwan Musu gasped for breath.

He had poured all his strength into it, to the point where he felt a temporary wave of exhaustion.

He had only just parried the flying daggers, but it felt like he had fought a grueling battle.

As he composed his turbulent internal power and raised his head, Gwan Musu’s eyes wavered.

The surrounding scenery had changed.

When he first parried the flying dagger, he was definitely inside the inn. But now, he was outside the inn’s entrance.

He had been pushed back while parrying the daggers.

“What?”

Gwan Musu looked at the axe and straight sword in his hands with an expression of disbelief.

Both the axe and the straight sword were chipped.

“Unbelievable. To think their blades would be damaged by mere flying daggers thrown by an assassin.”

Ssk.

At that moment, a man with a pale white face appeared before Gwan Musu without a sound.

Seeing the man’s face, which shone even whiter under the blazing sunlight, Gwan Musu’s expression hardened.

“Are you Pyo Wol?”

“And who might you be?”

“My name is Gwan Musu.”

“Gwan Musu?”

“The Seven Sages Scholar who was assassinated at Poyang Lake was my dear friend.”

“So?”

“What were you doing yesterday afternoon? I’m asking what you were doing at the time my friend was assassinated.”

“It seems you think I killed the Seven Sages Scholar.”

“If not, then tell me honestly what you were doing at that time.”

“Will you believe me if I tell you?”

“If the evidence is solid.”

“And if there is no evidence?”

“Then you die by my hand.”

Gwan Musu began to emit killing intent.

Kukuku!

The air around him trembled violently from his killing intent.

His alias, Scorching Hunter, was not for nothing.

His fellow martial artists in the Jianghu called him that because his temper was literally as fiery as a blaze.

Gwan Musu stared at Pyo Wol with eyes full of killing intent.

He already looked convinced that Pyo Wol was the culprit.

Pyo Wol said.

“I am not the one who killed the Seven Sages Scholar.”

“Then prove what you were doing at that time.”

“Why must I prove it?”

“If you are innocent, you should naturally be able to prove it. What’s the problem?”

“You are the problem.”

“What?”

“Because you won’t believe anything I say. In your heart, you’re already convinced I’m the culprit, aren’t you?”

At Pyo Wol’s words, a muscle in Gwan Musu’s jaw twitched.

He didn’t bother to deny it.

It was exactly as Pyo Wol had guessed.

Gwan Musu was already convinced that Pyo Wol was the one who had killed the Seven Sages Scholar.

The palms of his hands, gripping the axe and straight sword, were still tingling.

The aftershock from parrying the Ghostly Rain that Pyo Wol had thrown still lingered. It was a destructive power unbelievable for a mere assassin’s flying blade technique. Only an assassin with this level of martial arts could have killed the Seven Sages Scholar so easily.

He couldn’t imagine any other assassin being able to kill the Seven Sages Scholar.

Gwan Musu shouted loudly.

“So prove it! If you prove it, there will be no problem.”

Fwoooosh!

Gwan Musu’s lion’s roar echoed through the streets.

There were those who responded to it.

They were the martial artists who had followed Gwan Musu.

“That’s right! Prove it.”

“Why not just prove you didn’t kill the Seven Sages Scholar?”

The martial artists, swept up in Gwan Musu’s intense emotions, shouted along with him.

The psychology of a crowd was just that simple.

It easily leaned toward the side it perceived as the weaker one, and was ruled by emotion rather than reason.

They thought of Gwan Musu as the weaker one, and believed that Pyo Wol, the stronger one, should naturally have to prove his whereabouts.

A few rational people recognized that the current situation was very dangerous. But with the majority of the crowd exuding madness, they didn’t dare to raise an objection.

“Prove it.”

“How dare a mere assassin walk around with his head held high?”

“Boooo!”

The crowd’s condemnation exploded.

Pyo Wol was an object of awe for many.

It was because he had achieved unbelievable success for someone who started as an assassin.

A success story from the bottom was enough to move many people. On top of that, he had a striking appearance, so it was natural for him to receive people’s attention. But for the same reasons, there were also those who felt jealousy and envy toward Pyo Wol.

No matter how great Pyo Wol’s achievements were, they didn’t want to acknowledge him because of his assassin background.

They found it distasteful that an assassin, whom they usually wouldn’t give a second thought to, was showing his face so openly, and with his fame being so great, he was considered a thorn in their side.

They had just been holding back because they hadn’t had the chance, but now that Gwan Musu had opened the floodgates for them, they eagerly jumped on the bandwagon.

It was then.

“You filthy assassin! Get the hell out of here.”

Someone threw a stone at Pyo Wol along with a curse.

Pyo Wol casually swatted the stone away with a wave of his hand and looked in the direction it came from.

He saw a man quickly hiding himself among the crowd of heroes.

The usual Pyo Wol would have immediately responded and punished him. But he couldn’t do that now.

Because others, incited by the man’s action, began throwing whatever they could get their hands on at Pyo Wol.

The people, stained with madness, condemned Pyo Wol, and their voices even influenced Gwan Musu.

Gwan Musu let out a lion’s roar.

“Say something, make an excuse. You filthy assassin bastard!”

“……”

But even at his lion’s roar, Pyo Wol gave no answer.

In that instant, the thread that had been maintaining Gwan Musu’s rationality snapped.

His eyes bloodshot, Gwan Musu took the greatbow from his back and aimed it at Pyo Wol.

An iron arrow, as thick as a child’s torso, was already nocked on the bowstring.

Twang!

Gwan Musu released the bowstring.

“No!”

“Good heavens!”

A few martial artists who saw this shouted.

Throwing whatever came to hand was on a completely different level from shooting an iron arrow with the intent to kill.

The former could be excused as the crowd getting swept up in madness, but the latter left no room for excuses.

He had fired the bow with the intent to kill, without any proof that Pyo Wol had actually killed the Seven Sages Scholar.

Swish!

Pyo Wol dodged the arrow by a hair’s breadth.

The arrow that passed him struck the Southern Sky Inn directly.

Kwaang!

With a loud explosion, one of the walls blew out.

It was truly terrifying destructive power.

“Keuk!”

“Ack!”

Screams were heard from inside the Southern Sky Inn.

Innocent people had been struck by a sudden disaster.

Gwan Musu paid no mind and nocked another arrow on his bowstring.

Not just one, but three.

It was the technique of One Shot Three Arrows.

Shwishwishwik!

Three arrows flew toward Pyo Wol simultaneously.

It was an attack filled with killing intent.

Whatever the reason, this was far beyond crossing the line.

What was worse was that if Pyo Wol endured or fled here, he might be accused of escaping because he was afraid of Gwan Musu’s interrogation.

Pyo Wol threw himself aside to dodge the arrows.

Kwakwakwang!

The arrows directly hit a nearby inn.

The inn’s wall was completely blown out by the arrow attack, which was loaded with formidable internal energy.

“Uwaaack!”

“Help me!”

The owner and guests of the inn screamed in surprise, but Gwan Musu didn’t even glance at them and moved to chase Pyo Wol.

One of the first things a hunter learns is how to track a target. They learn eye arts first so as not to lose the target under any circumstances.

Gwan Musu accurately spotted Pyo Wol among the numerous people. And he relentlessly fired his arrows.

The steel greatbow he used was a specially made weapon that maximized the destructive power of the arrows.

If a person was hit, they wouldn’t just be injured; their body would literally explode.

For that reason, Gwan Musu had been extremely restrained about shooting his bow at people. But now, blinded by rage, he was firing indiscriminately.

The problem was that he couldn’t hit his target, Pyo Wol, and innocent people were being hit by his arrows instead.

Poong!

The body of someone who was in Pyo Wol’s path of movement was hit by Gwan Musu’s arrow and exploded. It literally blew up.

Pyo Wol used Serpentine Steps and dove into the crowd. To be precise, he plunged into the midst of the heroes who had just been spewing madness at him.

“Huh?”

“What the?”

Those who had been hurling indiscriminate insults at Pyo Wol were startled when he dove in.

Some of them, thinking Pyo Wol was attacking them, swung their weapons.

Shiaak!

“Die!”

“Hap!”

Their attacks were quite fierce, but they couldn’t even touch the hem of Pyo Wol’s clothes.

Pyo Wol slipped through the spaces between them as if he were a snake.

Just as a look of futility appeared on the faces of the martial artists who had attacked him.

Kwaaaang!

A tremendous impact struck them.

The arrow Gwan Musu had aimed at Pyo Wol had hit them instead.

The martial artists’ bodies exploded without them even being able to scream.

Shredded flesh and bone fragments scattered in all directions.

“Uwaaack!”

“Run!”

The heroes, suddenly covered in human blood and flesh, were horrified and fled in all directions.

Because of this, the street became a chaotic mess.

The very people who had been so fiercely condemning and acting as if they would attack Pyo Wol just moments ago were now fleeing for their lives in the face of mortal danger.

“Eek! Get out of the way, I said get out of the way!”

Gwan Musu, his vision suddenly obstructed, shrieked.

Just then, he caught a glimpse of Pyo Wol’s figure among the people.

He was using the scattering heroes as a shield to approach Gwan Musu.

Faced with the threat to his life, Gwan Musu mercilessly released the bowstring.

Kwaaaang!

With a loud explosion, several more martial artists died in the blast. But Pyo Wol’s figure was not seen among them.

He had already moved behind other martial artists.

Pyo Wol was getting closer and closer.

And Gwan Musu’s fear grew just as much.

Having lost his reason, Gwan Musu fired arrows one after another, and countless people exploded and died. Thus, hell was unfolding on the street.