Chapter 83

Twitch.

Jeong Charyeon's body moved.

Not only Heo Pil-ju, but also the masked men watching were all startled.

"She gets up even after being hit by Sword Qi?"

Heo Pil-ju was astonished.

Jeong Charyeon slowly raised her body. She had blocked the flying Sword Qi with her right hand. Fortunately, the Wind God Armor dissipated the Sword Qi, preventing her hand from being severed. Instead, her right hand was dislocated, and she suffered internal injuries.

"Charyeon!"

Ahn-ssi ran and hugged Jeong Charyeon. In Ahn-ssi's arms, Jeong Charyeon sobbed.

"...Mom, I'm sorry."

The fact that she couldn't protect her family from these bad guys was so heartbreaking.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Ahn-ssi already had a premonition of her family's end. If that were to happen, she only hoped that their journey would be as painless as possible.

"It's enough if you did your best."

Then, Ahn-ssi turned towards Heo Pil-ju.

It was as if she was saying to kill her first and then her daughters.

Heo Pil-ju snorted. He felt uneasy for some reason. The fact that Jeong Charyeon didn't die even after being hit by his Sword Qi kept bothering him.

'Damn it! Why didn't she die?'

It was because the Wind God Armor was so transparent that it couldn't be identified with the naked eye.

Originally, he had intended to take Jeong Charyeon for himself. After all, the fact that Jang In-geol was involved in this matter was a big burden, so even Jang Dae-san wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

But his lingering feelings for Jeong Charyeon disappeared like a lie. He felt uneasy and scared.

Heo Pil-ju looked at Chungso and said.

"Take her away."

With a bitter smile, Chungso stepped forward.

"No!"

Ahn-ssi embraced Jeong Charyeon. The will to never be taken away was conveyed through her embracing arms.

"Mom."

Tears flowed from Jeong Charyeon's eyes.

Jeong Charyeon was terrified that her mother might die while protecting her.

It was then. Led by Im Mu-yeol, the Martial Artists of the Righteous Sword Sect stood in their way.

"Protect the Madam and the Young Lady!"

Im Mu-yeol encouraged his subordinates.

"We are proud disciples of the Righteous Sword Sect! If we are going to die anyway, let's die honorably protecting the Sect Leader and the Young Lady!"

The Martial Artists let out a thunderous roar.

Jeong I-chu struggled to get up. With a pale face, Jeong I-chu pleaded.

"Let's end it with just me."

Heo Pil-ju said coldly.

"I have quite a reputation in this world. Why? Because I keep my promises well. Guys, let's finish this!"

The masked men stepped forward all at once.

Chungso frowned and stepped back. He was worried that he might not be able to take Jeong Charyeon if a free-for-all broke out. If that happened, how would he handle Jang In-geol's tantrum?

The masked men rushed in.

Clang clang clang clang!

A free-for-all broke out. Seo Baek also rushed out.

With a short scream, two more Martial Artists of the Crimson Gate were struck by swords and fell.

"No!"

Im Mu-yeol swung his sword like crazy, but he was outnumbered and outmatched in skill.

Another Crimson Gate disciple fell.

It was when one of the masked men approached Ahn-ssi and Jeong Charyeon.

Boom!

With a tremendous explosion, one wall shattered, and something flew in.

The masked men standing near the wall were swept away and fell.

Everyone was startled and stopped fighting.

Their gazes turned to one place.

"Hah... Hah... Hah... Hah!"

Someone was standing in front of Jeong Charyeon and Ahn-ssi, panting.

The masked man who had originally approached the two was embedded in the wall far away.

Thud.

The man, his bones crushed all over his body, slid down the wall. He was already dead.

Tears streamed down Jeong Charyeon's eyes as she saw the back of the newcomer. It was Jeok Leegeon.

He came.

Jeong Charyeon's tears didn't stop. They were tears of sorrow and tears of emotion.

"Hah... Hah... Hah... Hah...!"

Jeok Leegeon's rough breathing continued to echo in the room, indicating how fast he had run.

"Who are you?"

Heo Pil-ju was tense.

Judging by his appearance, he was just a young man who seemed easy to deal with. If it weren't for the fact that he had broken through the wall, he would have already been met with insults or a sword.

Without turning around, Jeok Leegeon asked.

"Are you okay?"

Jeong Charyeon replied in a tearful voice.

"...Yes."

Jeok Leegeon approached Jeong Charyeon. Looking at Ahn-ssi, Jeok Leegeon smiled.

"It's okay now."

Ahn-ssi had never seen Jeok Leegeon's skills before. But at that moment, Ahn-ssi felt an indescribable sense of relief. It was a kind of belief that was hard to put into words.

"Thank you for coming."

"Of course, I had to come. Please step back for a moment."

Ahn-ssi helped Jeong Charyeon up.

Jeok Leegeon and Jeong Charyeon's eyes met in the empty air. Jeok Leegeon smiled reassuringly.

He's different than usual.

Jeong Charyeon felt it, that Jeok Leegeon was more angry than ever right now.

As Ahn-ssi was about to step back, one of the masked men inadvertently blocked her way.

"Where do you think you're going!"

At the same time,

Crack!

The masked man's neck snapped, and he collapsed.

Before anyone knew it, Jeok Leegeon was standing behind him.

Heo Pil-ju's heart sank. He hadn't been able to grasp Jeok Leegeon's movements.

Jeong Charyeon and her family gathered in one place, and the Martial Artists of the Righteous Sword Sect, including Im Mu-yeol, surrounded and protected them.

Only then did Jeok Leegeon turn towards Heo Pil-ju.

Jeok Leegeon's face was as cold as ice.

Heo Pil-ju felt a chill. The fact that his opponent was young made it even more bizarre.

Heo Pil-ju tried to shake off his anxiety and gave an order.

"Kill him!"

Swoosh!

Jeok Leegeon rushed forward at an incredible speed and struck a masked man with his shoulder.

The man flew towards one of the walls as fast as Jeok Leegeon had rushed in.

Boom!

The man, who had collided with the wall at an incredible speed, bounced back out.

The man, his bones crushed all over his body, couldn't get up again, and the wall he had hit was cracked.

Crack.

Everyone's heart sank at the unbelievable sight.

This was just the beginning.

The next moment,

Snap!

The neck of the man who was ten steps away from Jeok Leegeon was bent to the side.

No one in the room could grasp Jeok Leegeon's movements.

"When!"

Swoosh.

Leaving behind those words, the masked man next to him slowly collapsed.

Jeok Leegeon had pulled out the sword of the man whose neck he had snapped first and stabbed the masked man's neck. It was truly as fast as lightning.

Heo Pil-ju screamed as if he was wailing.

"Attack him together!"

Whoosh--

Jeok Leegeon's figure moved like the wind again.

Swoosh!

The three masked men who were rushing in flipped over at the same time with one sword strike and fell. He didn't unleash Sword Qi, he just cut them down. The chests of the three men were cleanly cut.

Jeok Leegeon turned his body sharply.

The swords of the two men who were rushing in from behind were already right in front of him.

Swish.

Jeok Leegeon's figure smoothly slipped between the two swords and then unleashed a series of punches.

Bang! Boom!

The two masked men, whose chests were struck by the punches, flew away as if they were bouncing.

The masked men who flew like arrows crashed into the wall and bounced back out. Their ribs were completely crushed, and they were already dead.

Jeok Leegeon's movements were truly beyond imagination.

And they were fantastic.

In the situation where his subordinates were dying, Heo Pil-ju was admiring Jeok Leegeon's skills. In short, he was out of his mind.

Jeok Leegeon was simultaneously bending the arms of two masked men at right angles.

Snap snap snap!

Jeok Leegeon's hand struck the necks of the screaming men.

The two masked men let out bizarre screams and collapsed. They were instantly dead.

Swish swish swish swish swish!

Masked men were falling every time he swung his sword, every time he waved his hand.

Jeong Charyeon could feel it. Jeok Leegeon's anger.

If she and her family weren't in this room, he would have drawn his sword. He would have killed his opponents in a truly horrific way.

Jeong Charyeon quietly hugged the unconscious Suryeon. She didn't wake her up on purpose. It wasn't a sight for Suryeon to see. Ahn-ssi was taking care of Jeong I-chu, and Seo Baek was taking care of Hwa Ryeon.

"Attack him together, attack him together!"

Four masked men rushed in from all directions.

Whoosh!

For a moment, it seemed like a strange wind sound was heard,

Thud thud thud thud!

The actions of the four masked men stopped right there. With Jeok Leegeon in the middle, the four men stabbed each other's chests with their swords.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

The four men fell at the same time.

"Wow!"

The Righteous Sword Sect Martial Artists, including Im Mu-yeol, exclaimed and cheered.

Heo Pil-ju, who was in shock, shouted.

"Flower Shifting?""

Swoosh! Swoosh!

It was truly a one-sided massacre. But Jeok Leegeon didn't show any mercy for even a moment.

At the moment when Jeok Leegeon was about to stab another masked man's heart with his sword,

Swoooooooooosh!

With a tremendous wind sound, a flurry of light flew from Heo Pil-ju's sword.

It was a chance he had been aiming for. It was a Strong Energy containing all of his Inner Force.

It was an incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, the Strong Energy was rushing in as if to bisect Jeok Leegeon's body.

Whir.

Jeok Leegeon only slightly twisted his upper body while standing in that spot.

The Strong Energy slightly grazed Jeok Leegeon's face and passed by.

'He avoided the Strong Energy?'

Heo Pil-ju saw it clearly.

Even while avoiding the Strong Energy, Jeok Leegeon's eyes were still directed at him. Even though the Strong Energy grazed his face, he didn't even flinch and was looking at him and smiling.

'I'm going to die!'

At the moment when fear surged in his heart,

Flick.

Jeok Leegeon's figure disappeared from his sight.

Jeok Leegeon, who had appeared behind Heo Pil-ju, grabbed the back of his neck.

"S, save me."

To Heo Pil-ju's plea, Jeok Leegeon said coldly.

"Don't force others to do what you have never done in your life!"

Snap snap snap.

Heo Pil-ju's neck was broken.

Now, the only person left alive in the room was Chungso.

He trembled and stepped back. He should have run away already, but he couldn't.

It was as if he was possessed by something. After flashes and swooshing sounds, he was standing alone in a pile of corpses.

Looking around at the corpses, Chungso unknowingly uttered a word.

"...It's a dream."