RDM (Novel) Chapter 373

C 373



Screams burst out one after another.

The soul reaping threads had penetrated the warriors' foreheads.


At the same time, a sharp, piercing sound echoed through the underground chamber.

It was the sound of the Ghost Blade slicing through the darkness.


"Please... save me..."

One after another, desperate cries echoed through the chamber.

Yoo Soo-hwan's eyes trembled.

"My God!"

He was a skilled swordsman.

He had always fought fair and square from the moment he picked up a sword.

He believed that was how a true swordsman should be.

He believed that a warrior should not resort to underhanded tactics, especially one who aspired to greatness.

His mind was flexible, but when it came to the martial arts, he was stubborn.

He had been taught that this was the way of a skilled swordsman. And he believed it.

But when he saw the martial arts of Pyo Wol, his existing values were shaken to the core.

"Is this how an assassin fights?"

"Not all assassins are like that. Only Pyo Wol, the demon, can fight like that."

Geoksan, who was leaning on Hong Yushin, confirmed Yoo Soo-hwan's words.

"A demon?"

"Yes! A demon! He's always been like that. He enjoys making fun of others from a high position."

Geoksan's face was full of contempt as he looked at the battlefield.

He had sworn loyalty when he was released, but his competitive spirit towards Pyo Wol had not completely disappeared.

Pyo Wol was like the Reaper himself, harvesting souls with the ten soul harvesting threads and cutting off the breath of life with the Ghost Blades.

The darkness enhanced his abilities, and Pyo Wol used the darkness to collect the lives of his enemies.

It was like a well-orchestrated farce.

If such a performance had taken place, the audience would have cursed the troupe and him.

Pyo Wol had elevated the art of killing into the realm of art.

"He's insane!"

Hong Yushin shook his head.

The burning hatred and venom towards Pyo Wol melted away like snow when he saw the unfortunate warriors being dealt by Pyo Wol.

They looked so pitiful.

"The eight constellations? Fuck them! If he targets you from the darkness, even the eight constellations wouldn't be safe."

He shook his head in disgust.

He knew that Pyo Wol was great, and he understood that his killing technique was so extraordinary that no other assassin could follow it.

But hearing about it and seeing it with his own eyes were two different things.

The shiver on his skin wouldn't go away.

Slash! Swoosh!

The sound of flesh being torn apart echoed in the darkness.

Gu Ja-hwang stopped his lion roar, realising that it was useless to continue.

His face was filled with anger and fear.

Pyo Wol was like a mirage, unreachable no matter how hard he tried.

He had used every known technique to catch him, but it was all in vain.

Neither the lion's roar nor his mighty fists could affect him.

"Stop it.


He unleashed another strike, but it only shattered the bell-shaped stone, not even touching Pyo Wol's shadow.

Something flickered in the darkness of the ceiling.

It was a faint thread that only a warrior of Gu Ja-hwang's level could see.

But it was moving too fast, and if he didn't concentrate, he would miss it.

Puff, puff!

Before he knew it, the soul reaping thread had taken the lives of half of his subordinates.

Now only half of them were still alive.

Even those who survived were terrified, like frightened dogs with their tails between their legs.


"My God!"

His anger rose as he saw his subordinates gripped by fear.

They should not be so frightened.

They were brave warriors who had followed him across countless battlefields.

Though they had not gained fame in Kangho for fighting in secret, they were skilled enough to hold their own in any martial arts sect if they went public.

It was extremely painful for him to see them all terrified at the same time.

He felt even more frustrated when he thought that it was all because of one person, Pyo Wol.

He had only heard the name Pyo Wol. He had never imagined that he was such a formidable villain. He remembered the martial artist who had not yet arrived here.

'Manslaughter! What the hell are you doing?

The only person who had a chance of catching Pyo Wol was 'ManSlaughter of the Eight Constellations'. He had sent a letter requesting assistance, but for some reason there had been no word from him.

"Damn it!"

Gu Ja-hwang gritted his teeth.

At this point, waiting for 'ManSlaughter's support was pointless.

By the time he arrived, everyone would have been slaughtered.

In the end, he would have to solve all these problems himself.

Puff, puff!

Gu Ja-hwang tore off all his cumbersome clothes, revealing a body as solid as steel.

His trapezius muscles on his shoulders were as rough as a mountain range, and his arms, wearing gauntlets, swelled as if they were about to burst.

He was using the Golden Blood Demon Skill to the extreme.

Once used, the aftereffects were so severe that he had to lie down for several months. It was a technique he used only in dire situations.

Gu Ja-hwang muttered.

"Since it's come to this, let's burn it all down."

His eyes were not those of a man thirsting for life.

They were the eyes of one prepared for death as he took a step forward.



Even at that moment, his subordinates continued to die.

He could see Pyo Wol's intentions.

By slaughtering his subordinates first, Pyo Wol wanted to make him desperate.

Pyo Wol was indeed a cruel man.

But he was also second to none in terms of his cruelty.

He did not despair or falter at the death of his subordinates.

"I'll show you who the real madman is."


He kicked a barrel stacked beside the tent.

The barrel shattered and a viscous liquid poured out of it. It was oil.

It was stocked for lighting torches or cooking food.

Twenty barrels of oil were stacked beside the tent.

Gu Ja-hwang smashed all the oil barrels.

The oil quickly spread throughout the underground chamber.

He threw a torch on the oil.


In an instant, huge flames shot up to the ceiling.

The flames spread throughout the entire underground chamber, fuelled by the oil.

The underground chamber was filled with red flames and black fire, and the terrifying heat threatened to melt the cave walls.

Gu Ja-hwang's subordinates, who were closest to the flames, inhaled the thick black smoke first.

The deadly smoke, which contained the searing heat, melted their lungs in an instant. They fell without even screaming.

A few people were quick enough to retreat from the flames. But the entire underground space was already engulfed in flames. There was no escape from the flames and smoke.

Gu Ja-hwang, who had started the fire, didn't even bother to look at his subordinates who were dying as a result of his actions. Hong Yushin and Yoo Soo-hwan were horrified by the scene.


"Is he trying to kill us all?"

It was a 300-chamber underground labyrinth, with labyrinthine tunnels stretching in all directions. But there was only one vertical cave for the air to escape.

Pouring oil and setting fire in such a terrain could only mean one thing: everyone would die together.

In fact, Gu Ja-hwang had started the fire with this very intention. It was clear that if time passed, only his subordinates would die. So he thought it would be better to start the fire with the idea that everyone would die together.

There was another effect of the fire: it completely blocked Pyo Wol's hiding places.

No matter how amazing Pyo Wol's hiding skills were, he couldn't hide in such intense heat and flames forever. As a human, he would eventually be forced out by the heat.

Gu Ja-hwang was also hot, but he trusted his internal strength and physical abilities. He created a barrier to block the heat and smoke.

Neither could last forever, but Gu Ja-hwang believed he could outlast Pyo Wol in a battle of endurance and inner strength.

In the midst of the raging flames, he blinked his eyes and looked ahead.

Then it happened.


A black figure descended into the middle of the blazing inferno, right where the military tents had been. There were many tents, so the heat was even more intense.

Pyo Wol stood in the middle of the fire, seemingly unaffected by the heat, and stared at Gu Ja-hwang. Even in the midst of the blazing flames, his pale face showed no sign of redness. He still looked ghostly.

He didn't come out to avoid the flames.

If he wanted to avoid the heat, he would have fled to a tunnel where the fire hadn't spread yet.

Pyo Wol revealed himself because Gu Ja-hwang blocked his escape route and challenged him directly.

Gu Ja-hwang must have thought he had a chance of winning, but he didn't realise how big a mistake he had made.

The flames parted on either side as Pyo Wol walked towards Gu Ja-hwang. It was as if the fire had a mind of its own and avoided Pyo Wol.

Of course, the fire couldn't have a mind of its own.

It was a phenomenon created by Pyo Wol's amazing internal strength.

The intense heat and flickering air caused the black dragon robe to flutter.

The fluttering black dragon robe looked like a bat spreading its wings.


Gu Ja-hwang's teeth clashed.

His body reacted involuntarily.

Was it that much?

His opponent was not a simple assassin who hid and ambushed others.

It was something else, wearing the guise of an assassin.

Although Gu Ja-hwang had experienced numerous battles and faced countless experts, he had never seen a warrior like Pyo Wol before.

Seeing this, his mind and body shrank with an unpleasant feeling he had never experienced before.


To shake off the fear, Gu Ja-hwang let out a roar.

The roar swept through the underground, causing the flames to burn even more fiercely.

Gu Ja-hwang kicked the ground and charged at Pyo Wol.

Having perfected the Diamond Blood Horse Technique, his physical body was as indestructible as a diamond.

His highly trained, solid body was his weapon.

With speed added to his rock-like body, there was nothing he couldn't destroy.

Like a wild buffalo charging with his entire body, Gu Ja-hwang tried to attack Pyo Wol with all his might.

Even when Pyo Wol saw Gu Ja-hwang coming at him with terrifying force, he did not dodge him.

Instead, Pyo Wol ran towards Gu Ja-hwang.

"How foolish. You dare to collide with me head on!"

Gu Ja-hwang shouted in triumph.

He thought he would have the advantage in a direct confrontation rather than a sneak attack.

Crush him like a fish.

Just before he collided with Pyo Wol, his body began to rotate.

Starting from his ankle, his waist turned, followed by his shoulder.

It was a technique called Turning Fist, a way to turn your body like a top in an instant to maximise your destructive power.

The two collided.


At that moment, Gu Ja-hwang realised that something was wrong.

He felt no counter-force from Pyo Wol's body, which should have been pushed away by his spinning power.

Instead, Pyo Wol's figure disappeared like a mirage.

An illusion? Then where is he?

Gu Ja-hwang's eyes widened.

His senses had been fooled by an illusion?

That was impossible.

His senses were not that weak. But it really happened.

Pyo Wol had spread the Demon Shadow Exchange and deceived Gu Ja-hwang's senses.

That was when it happened.


He felt an unfamiliar sensation on both of his shoulders.

Turning his head, he saw an unfamiliar foot.

Pyo Wol had landed on his shoulder.

Gu Ja-hwang tried to swing his fist to hit Pyo Wol who was on his shoulder. But at that moment, he felt a strange sensation on his neck.

Qi Thread?

Gu Ja-hwang realised that it was the same qi thread that had captured his subordinates.

He tensed his neck and shouted.

"Do you think you can hurt me with that?"


In an instant, his head separated from his body and flew through the air.

What Pyo Wol had unleashed was not the Soul Reaping Thread, but the Threaded Serpent Qi.

The wire of Qi had sliced through his flesh and bones.

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