Swordless Demonic Path

Chapter 93 : The Master of This House is Not Here (1)

Jo Han-yu was not interested in the inn. What he was interested in was Muyeondo.

Therefore, it was Namgung Yu's and Hao Mun's job to give Muyeondo to Jo Han-yu and receive the inn.

Although Jo Han-yu had given a part of the shares of the Gangnam Grand Inn to the Demonic Cult for the sake of peace with the Demonic Cult, Namgung Min had no such intention.

Now, it was Namgung Min's Martial Alliance, not Jo Han-yu's.

Namgung Yu, who had spat on the floor, looked up at the Golden Pavilion.

"Is something wrong?"

The Guguang branch master and his subordinates, who were startled by the blood on his clothes, gathered. Namgung Yu revealed his killing intent and said.

"Surround the Golden Pavilion."

"Yes."

At Namgung Yu's order, the warriors of the Namgung family, who were wearing blue uniforms, and the warriors of the branch, who were wearing white martial arts uniforms, surrounded the Golden Pavilion.

Namgung Yu touched his cheek, which had been slightly cut by the blood-cutting threads, and then spoke again.

"Burn down the Golden Pavilion, the symbol of the inn."

"What? But if we do that, the family head will surely not stand by."

"Will my father kill me? No matter how big a mistake I make, there is no one who will kill me. And are you daring to disobey my order?"

The expressions of the Guguang branch master and the warriors of the Namgung family hardened, and they began to set fire to the Golden Pavilion.

The courtesans of the brothel and the merchants belonging to the front, who were organizing their ledgers inside, were startled and ran out.

"It's a fire!"

"Everyone, evacuate!"

Thump-thump-thump!

Namgung Yu held his sword as he saw the people rushing out.

"Kill them all."

"What?"

The Guguang branch master was startled and opened his eyes wide.

"We can't kill them. Half of them are commoners who don't even know martial arts. How can you tell us to kill merchants and courtesans?"

Namgung Yu aimed his sword at the Guguang branch master's neck and said with a face full of anger.

"Look at my body. And look at this face. The Hao Mun dared to lay a hand on me. Even my father didn't touch my face. But bug-like bastards who are less than ants hit me? Can you endure it?"

"That..."

"I'll take responsibility."

The Guguang branch master knew that he could not stop him the moment he saw Namgung Yu's face.

His anger had reached its peak, and his eyes were half-turned. The appearance of being drenched in madness also meant that he could not be stopped.

And if he didn't kill them, it was clear that his own neck would fly.

"Kill them! They're all Demonic Cult bastards! Kill them!"

As the Guguang branch master's order fell, the warriors of the Guguang branch attacked the people who had run out.

"Ugh!"

"Why are you doing this!"

"Aaaak!"

Amid the echoing screams, the Golden Pavilion began to burn fiercely, spewing black smoke.

"A good sight."

Namgung Yu looked at the burning Golden Pavilion and then saw Jo-rim and Mae Jeong-mun, who were sticking their heads out of the open window.

They now had to come out of the Golden Pavilion. If they didn't come out, they would either burn to death or die at his hands even if they came out.

"They say there are many crazy men and women in the world, but this is the first time in my life that I've seen such crazy bitches. They don't even know their own place and dare to lay a hand on my body."

Namgung Yu's sneering eyes met Jo-rim's, who was standing on the eighth floor. Mae Jeong-mun, who was next to Jo-rim, trembled her shoulders with a greatly surprised face.

"He's crazier than the rumors. We should have killed that bastard."

"We can't kill him, but he can kill us. He's a guy who knows that well."

"So he's the eldest son of the Namgung family. A bastard who will die by falling into a cesspool."

"We were careless."

"No. It's because that guy is crazier than others. His head is a lump of noodles, so he has no thoughts."

Mae Jeong-mun had a face full of anger.

Jo-rim let out a cold chill and bit her lip. It was the biggest crisis she had ever faced in her life.

Rumble! Crack!

As cracks appeared in the Golden Pavilion, hot heat was slowly rising.

If they stayed here as they were, they would have to burn to death.

But even if they went outside, there was no way to live.

Jo-rim and Mae Jeong-mun, who were in a dilemma, chose to hold on for a little longer.

If Jo Han-yu returned from Muyeondo, this situation would end.

"Are you waiting for Jo Maeng-ju? How foolish."

Namgung Yu, who was under the Golden Pavilion, clicked his tongue and then turned his head as he saw Mae Jeong-mun and Jo-rim holding on. His neck hurt.

"People are coming."

As a warrior of the Namgung family approached and said, Namgung Yu's expression hardened. They were people coming from Muyeondo, judging by their shabby clothes and tired faces.

They saw the Golden Pavilion full of corpses, got scared, and ran away in the opposite direction.

"Should we just leave them?"

"Haa..."

Namgung Yu let out a long sigh.

He was worried about whether to kill them or just leave them.

But for now, he decided to let them live. No matter how much he liked blood and enjoyed killing, he was not so corrupt as to kill all innocent people.

Even now, he had crossed the line by a lot.

"Capture them."

"Yes."

As the warrior of the Namgung family answered, he led his subordinates and moved. Namgung Yu admired the burning Golden Pavilion again.

"How long can they hold on? Hohoho."

* * *

As the Golden Pavilion burned, its smoke soared high into the sky.

That smoke was clearly visible even from Muyeondo.

Behind Jin Sa-wol, who had boarded one of the remaining boats at the pier, were Woo Jeong-bong and Jo Geom-ok. The person rowing was Bi-sun.

Bi-sun, who was rowing hard, said as if he had suddenly realized.

"Why am I holding the oar?"

Although Bi-sun's words were clearly heard by the other three on the boat, no one reacted.

Creak! Creak!

Bi-sun sighed. Since no one reacted, he had to row silently.

Jin Sa-wol turned his gaze to Woo Jeong-bong and Jo Geom-ok.

"What about the corpses?"

"We have to just leave them until the Martial Alliance comes. According to the procedure."

At Woo Jeong-bong's answer, Jo Geom-ok silently nodded.

"What about the oar?"

Although Bi-sun asked, no one answered.

Jin Sa-wol, who was standing on the boat that was cutting through the fog, closed his eyes for a moment. As his mind cleared, many memories flashed like fragments.

'My father is the esoteric sect master... What a funny thing.'

Jin Sa-wol recalled the appearance of the esoteric sect master who was dying from the sword of Jo Han-yu and the one palm of the Ice Palace Master.

He also saw the appearance of him shoving the Soul-Stealing Needle into his head, saying that he would make him like a heavenly god.

Dozens of people were standing in a wide open space, holding bows.

The target they were aiming at with their bows was himself. The young himself was standing in the open space with his eyes covered. What he was holding in his hand was a small sword.

Whoosh! Pishung! Whoosh! Whoosh!

With the sound of cutting through the wind, a dozen or so arrows flew in. He had to block them with his eyes covered, relying only on his senses.

A dozen or so arrows were broken or bounced off the small sword.

Just then, a person holding a sword fell from above his head. He also dodged that and then stabbed the opponent's chest and cut his neck.

That series of movements flowed smoothly, as if it had happened naturally.

As he took off the blindfold, he saw his smiling father. His father was not a person, but a madman.

"We've arrived."

At Bi-sun's voice, Jin Sa-wol got on the pier.

"Aaaak!"

It was in that instant that a scream was heard.

Papapat! Whoosh!

The three, except for Jin Sa-wol, unfolded their lightness skill at once and headed for the Golden Pavilion, which was engulfed in smoke. Jin Sa-wol moved behind them.

* * *

Thump! Rumble! Thump!

As the pillar collapsed, Mae Jeong-mun and Jo-rim jumped down, leaving the collapsing Golden Pavilion behind. As if they had been waiting for that moment, the warriors of the Martial Alliance rushed in.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Mae Jeong-mun's sword moved quickly towards the warriors of the Martial Alliance who were nimbly jumping.

Her sword created dozens of sword shadows and pressed the rushing warriors of the Martial Alliance.

Behind her, Jo-rim was moving.

Her blood-cutting threads emitted a stream of light and wrapped around the necks of the approaching warriors.

As Jo-rim raised her internal energy and moved the blood-cutting threads, a spray of blood erupted.

"Kraak!"

As screams and drops of blood scattered in all directions, the rushing warriors flinched. But that was also only for a moment.

The warriors, who were angry at the death of their comrades, rushed at Jo-rim with a fierce momentum.

Jo-rim moved the blood-cutting threads at a more fierce speed and fought with the warriors of the Martial Alliance.

"Kraaaak!"

"Ugh! You son of a bitch! My arm!"

A warrior whose arm was cut off screamed and collapsed. A blood wind blew through that gap.

Other warriors pressed Jo-rim.

There was no time to retrieve the blood-cutting threads. Sharp swords were cutting or stabbing Jo-rim's entire body.

Jo-rim wrapped the blood-cutting threads around her hand and blocked the opponent's attack.

Since she knew that Mae Jeong-mun was behind her, she could not even dodge.

Thwack!

She moved her body, striking the abdomens and shoulders of the warriors with her twin hands. Although the blades of swords brushed her arms and legs, there was no time to feel the pain.

She blocked the enemies' attacks without a thought.

Such a group battle was not a specialty for Mae Jeong-mun or Jo-rim. They were accustomed to ambushes.

Since they rarely fought with the enemy head-on, such a fight was a fight that carried defeat.

Even knowing that, they had to fight.

"Ugh!"

A groan flowed from Mae Jeong-mun's mouth.

"Hold on."

Since Jo-rim could not even check Mae Jeong-mun's condition, she spoke shortly and then wrapped the two swords that had appeared in front of her eyes with her blood-cutting threads.

In that instant, a sharp sword energy shot out from between the two warriors.

Jo-rim's eyes widened. That sword energy at once brushed Jo-rim's chest.

"Keuk!"

As she felt an intense pain, the two swords that were wrapped in the blood-cutting threads stabbed her neck and abdomen.

Jo-rim passed the two swords to the left with all her might. Then, the hand holding the sword was cut off.

"Kraak!"

"Ack! My hand!"

Although a scream was heard, that was not the problem for Jo-rim right now. Namgung Yu was smiling in front of her eyes.

"I won't kill you peacefully."

Whoosh!

Namgung Yu's sword, which was imbued with a silver light, cut Mae Jeong-mun's neck. It was a sharp sword energy.

Although Jo-rim's blood-cutting threads cut through the air, they were all cut by the sword energy.

"Hmph!"

Jo-rim opened her eyes wide, looking at the blood-cutting threads being cut.

Whoosh!

Namgung Yu's sword energy was already cutting Jo-rim's neck and chest.

In that instant, Mae Jeong-mun appeared in front of Namgung Yu.

Thwack!

"Aaaak!"

Mae Jeong-mun, who let out a scream, staggered, spraying blood.

Namgung Yu frowned as Mae Jeong-mun appeared in front of him instead of Jo-rim.

"Jeong-mun!"

Jo-rim hugged the collapsing Mae Jeong-mun with her eyes wide open.

Mae Jeong-mun was looking at Jo-rim blankly. A long sword wound stretched from her left neck to her right waist.

"Run..."

Mae Jeong-mun, who was trying to say something, closed her eyes without being able to open her mouth properly.

Jo-rim trembled her shoulders, looking at the dead Mae Jeong-mun blankly.

"A lowly bitch is dead. Don't worry, you'll follow her too."

Swish!

Namgung Yu sneered and raised his sword again.

In that instant, a black shadow appeared from the sky and blocked Namgung Yu's sword. It was Woo Jeong-bong.

"Stop!"

Clang

(End of Chapter)