Reaper of the Drifting Moon
Chapter 142
"Heuk! These crazy bastards–"
Heukam ran out of the Manbeop Palace in a state of wreck.
His face was full of fear.
He had been manipulating and playing around with the minds of others all his life. He had never been afraid of anything else, but now his face was full of fear.
Jin Geum-woo, who appeared at the end, completely killed the spirit of the Xiaoleiyin Temple’s monks with a force to be reckoned with.
However, it was not Jin Geum-woo whom Heukam was afraid of.
Heukam was not afraid of warriors who insisted on a head-to-head confrontation. They might have great strength, but that’s just it. To counter them, he can just avoid them for the meantime and then in the future, wait for the perfect opportunity where he can take his revenge.
But Pyo-wol was different.
It's not just about his strength in martial arts.
Awareness, cruelty, and even his tenacity that sees the end once he gets his hands on it.
He was different from the ordinary warrior.
Heukam had never seen such a warrior in his entire life.
No, he never even imagined that such a person existed.
When it came to having someone as an enemy, the most terrifying person to be against was Pyo-wol.
Heukam did not even dare to take his revenge. It was because he clearly saw what happened to the Xiaoleiyin Temple.
"I need to leave right now."
Heukam didn't even think to pack his bags. He just wants to get away from this place as soon as possible.
"I'm going to Potala Palace for now. I don’t think he would be able to chase after me to Potala Palace."
He already had a place to escape.
Potala Palace was far from the Xiaoleiyin Temple. No matter how good Pyo-wol was, he wouldn’t be able to follow him there.
Heukam ran away like crazy.
He ran as fast as he could.
After running for a long time, he became out of breath and his heart felt like it was going to burst.
"Huff! Huff! I can take it easy now, right?”
It was a long way from the Xiaoleiyin Temple.
He thought he could finally rest a little.
Heukam leaned back against the huge tree, while breathing roughly.
He didn't plan on taking a long break.
He was thinking of leaving as soon as his breathing calmed down.
After a short rest, his heart, which was beating violently against his chest, returned to its original rhythm.
It was now time for him to leave.
Heukam tried to move by kicking the tree that his back was leaning on.
Bang!
Then something wrapped around his neck and pulled him to a tree.
"Keuk!"
Heukam screamed as the back of his head hit the tree.
A flash of fear flashed across his face.
He could tell what was happening without even looking at it with his own eyes.
'It's him! He's been chasing me!'
The thread which was squeezing his neck was proof.
The thread was squeezing his neck and a huge tree at the same time.
With the slightest movement, the thread can dig into his neck.
At that moment, without a sound, Pyo-wol appeared before Heukam.
He suffered numerous wounds, and bled out a lot, but his eyes remained emotionless. When a person is hurt, they tend to show an expression of pain or agitation, but Pyo-wol didn't have any of that.
His eyes were completely still.
It was impossible to read any of his emotions or thoughts from his eyes.
On the contrary, it felt like it was Pyo-wol who was reading all of his thoughts. Those emotionless, stationary eyes seemed to run through his own head.
So it felt even more terrible.
Heukam didn't want to see those ominous eyes. If he could avoid Pyo-wol’s eyes, he thought he would be able to sell even his own two eyes.
"Hiiic!"
Heukam uttered a grotesque gasp unconsciously.
Pyo-wol just stared at him blankly, not doing or saying anything. If he could just say a single word, it wouldn't have been so suffocating.
Heukam became afraid of the horrific, and suffocating atmosphere.
"I'd rather…be killed…. this demon—”
Seuek!
The sharp thread that carried him in an instant, silently pierced his throat. Yet Heukam didn’t feel pain.
His gaze was still fixed on Pyo-wol.
"I did something wrong… so... just kill me..."
Suguk!
In an instant, the thread cut down the neck of Heukam and the tree at once.
Heukam’s head which had lost its body, fell to the floor. The head, which had been rolling for a while, crashed into Pyo-wol's foot and stopped.
'I'm free—’
The focus in Heukam’s eyes completely disappeared.
That was the end of Heukam.
With his death, he was completely freed from his fear of Pyo-wol.
Pyo-wol looked at the head of Heukam indifferently and then turned around.
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Hwarreuk!
A building with a hundred years of history was burning.
Soma and the children were looking at the scene with a relieved expression.
They were the ones who set the fire to the Xiaoleiyin Temple
This was their revenge against the Xiaoleiyin Temple, who had been tormenting themselves and their families for years.
Jin Geum-woo was by the children's side.
Jin Geum-woo looked bloodied.
He alone killed two out of Hyeolbul’s Ten Monks, and took care of all the remaining monks. The remaining ones were then left to the children.
Jin Geum-woo considered the Xiaoleiyin Temple to be the root of evil.
He didn't leave a single survivor behind because he thought that taking care of the situation would result in permanent repercussions for the sake of trivial recognition.
His nickname of the Blood Weaving Warrior was not for nothing.
He was the man who could be merciless to those he judged to be his enemy.
He looked at the burning Xiaoleiyin Temple with his arms crossed.
The fire was so intense that the heat spread to such a far away place.
"They’re burning."
Soma smiled as he watched the burning Xiaoleiyin Temple. His appearance didn't look normal at all. Unlike Soma, Guian and Eunyo did not have a change in their expressions.
But Jin Geum-woo could feel it.
The fact that they are really happy.
'What the hell did they go through here?'
He assumed that something had to happen, but he couldn't find out the details.
Soma hummed.
Every time he moved his neck, the Seven Rings that hung on his neck collided, creating a metal sound.
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