RDM (Novel) Chapter 597

Chapter 597

The man had clear and profound eyes.

Though his complexion was pale, his eyes shone as deep and bright as stars in the night sky.

He felt an unpleasant memory resurface the moment he looked into those clear pupils.


TL/N- I am using Brother instead of Sajae to make it easier to understand

"It's been a long time, Junior Brother!"

The man who calmly replied was Dokgo Hwang's senior brother, Yoo Soo-hwan.

Dokgo Hwang was genuinely surprised by Yoo Soo-hwan's appearance.

"How is Brother here?"

"Why? Is this a place where I should not be?"

"I thought you'd be in hiding......"

"Why should I hide? When my junior brother, who tortured our master, is strutting around unpunished?"

"What? Our master..."

Dokgo Hwang's eyes wavered for a moment.

The fact that he had imprisoned and tortured his master in the basement was a secret known only to him.

If this fact became known, Dokgo Hwang's reputation would plummet and he would have no standing in Kangho, so he was even more careful to keep it a secret.

Yoo Soo-hwan spoke,

"Even though you hated him, he's still our master. To torture him like that - even the heavens will not forgive your wickedness."

"What nonsense are you talking about, torturing my master?"

"Huh! Are you going to deny it?"

"You appear out of nowhere to talk nonsense. I have no time to waste with you, Brother. Step aside."

"Brother Hwang! How did it come to this?  You can't block the sky with your palm."

Yoo Soo-hwan looked at Dokgo Hwang with sorrowful eyes.

That gaze made Dokgo Hwang feel wretched.

"What nonsense are you spouting all of a sudden?"

"Nonsense? Do you think I've appeared out of nowhere to talk nonsense?"

"What do you mean...."

"Think about it. Why have I appeared now."


Dokgo Hwang stared at Yoo Soo-hwan in silence for a moment.

His mind was foggy and he couldn't think of anything.

It was then that his gaze suddenly turned to the pier.

Several Martial Sword Alliance ships had arrived at the pier, carrying reinforcements that had come to support him in Sea Gate City.

"You and Martial Sword Alliance?"


"This cannot be!"

At Yoo Soo-hwan's answer, Dokgo Hwang unknowingly gritted his teeth.

Such was the shocking news.

He had put much effort into finding Yoo Soo-hwan but had failed to do so.

Dokgo Hwang thought Yoo Soo-hwan must have gone into hiding to evade pursuit.

It was true that Yoo Soo-hwan, as Dokgo Hwang's elder brother, possessed remarkable martial skills. However, Dokgo Hwang had the Martial Sword Alliance firmly under his control.

There was no one left in the Martial Sword Alliance who would support Yoo Soo-hwan. Dokgo Hwang had eliminated them all.

In such circumstances, the best course of action for Yoo Su-hwan was to lay low and avoid the Martial Sword Alliance. But if he had actually returned to the clan and rescued their master? Then his appearance now all made sense.

"You... met our master?"

"Yes! You hid him well. But I managed to find him just in time."

Yoo Soo-hwan's voice was filled with anger.

When he had rescued their master, Jeon Mu-ok, his condition had been too gruesome to behold.

His limbs had all been severed, and he was barely clinging to life.

Had Yoo Soo-hwan been even a moment later, he would have been dead.

Yoo Soo-hwan hurriedly summoned healers to treat Jeon Mu-ok.

Thanks to that, Jeon Mu-ok's life was narrowly saved.

Though crippled, Jeon Mu-ok was still the leader of the Martial Sword Alliance.

Yoo Soo-hwan had taken control of the Martial Sword Alliance with Jeon Mu-ok at the helm.

Even those who had initially rebelled were horrified at Jeon Mu-ok’s condition.

They had never thought that Dokgo Hwang would imprison and torture the clan leader to this extent.

He was a villain who had seized the leadership of the Alliance without rightful procedure.

In contrast, Yoo Soo-hwan was Jeon Mu-ok's acknowledged successor.

Both the moral high ground and the initiative were in Yoo Soo-hwan's hands.

Those who rebelled were not given the slightest incentive.

Most of the martial artists pledged loyalty to Yoo Soo-hwan. Those who had been loyal to Dokgo Hwang and resisted were all subdued and imprisoned.

And so, Yoo Su-Hwan completely seized control of the Martial Sword Alliance and became the new Alliance Leader.

Jeon Mu-Ok, who had been abdicated, officially passed on the position.

"You will not ruin my dream."

"Too many have suffered for your dream."

"Don't talk nonsense. The strong possess everything, and rule; that's the law of Kangho. If I have sinned, it is only in being loyal to the law of Kangho."

"Who says there is such a law? Who says that because you're strong, you have the right to rule over the weak? The strong must have at least some dignity and humanity. Otherwise, the world will become a hell.

"Again with your nagging."

Dokgo Hwang's killing intent flared up.

Though Yoo Soo-hwan had taken control of the Martial Sword Alliance, if he won, his subordinates would change their hearts and follow him.


Yoo Soo-hwan suddenly sighed.

When he saw Dokgo Hwang refusing to admit his mistakes and raising his killing intent, his chest tightened involuntarily.

"That's right! You were always like this. That's why you tortured our master and even threw me into the Unreturnable Prison."

"Even if I go back to the past, my decision will not change."

Dokgo Hwang drew his sword and aimed it at Yoo Soo-hwan.

His killing intent pricked Yoo Soo-hwan's forehead.

Yoo Soo-hwan also drew his sword.

There was no more reason to talk.

The sword would tell everything.


With a shout, the two collided.


As the two clashed, a storm whirled around the area, turning it into chaos.

In the midst of their battle, Hong Ye-Seol and Thunder Eye had just regained some strength. They quickly hugged Sal-no and left the battlefield.

"Pull yourself together."


They moved quite a distance from the battlefield, but the aftermath of the clash still reached them. But there was no time to escape further. Sal-no's condition was too critical.

Hong Ye-Seol hurriedly took out a healing pill and made Sal-no take it.

It was a life-saving pill that she had received from Pyo Wol not long ago.

No matter how severe the wound, it could preserve life.

Pyo Wol had passed on the life-saving pill that he had received from the Divine Physician to Hong Ye-Seol as well.

After administering the life-saving pill, Sal-no's condition did not worsen further.

The two of them quickly bandaged Sal-no's wounds with a generous amount of Golden Healing Ointment.

Though they managed to prevent Sal-no's wounds from worsening, they had to find a healer to save his life.

Hong Ye-Seol spoke to Thunder Eye,

“Quickly, take Sal-no to the healer.”


“I must command the Black Shadow Assassins here.”

“Understood. Take care of yourself.”

“You too.”

Thunder Eye carefully cradled Sal-no and left the battlefield.

Only then could Hong Ye-Seol take a moment to catch her breath.

Zing! Zzzing!

Even at that moment, the intense battle between Dokgo Hwang and Yoo Soo-hwan was continuing.

Hong Ye-Seol, watching the spectacle for a moment, suddenly thought of Pyo Wol.

"What happened to him?



Pyo Wol let out a faint sigh, lifting his head.

He had barely managed to repair the internal injuries he sustained in his fight with Go Il-won.

The battlefield was strewn with countless corpses.

These men, all dressed in black martial robes, were members of the Assassins guild, who had died defending him.

Many assassins had fought against the Ghost Fleet Warriors and died to protect him.

Even now, many more were still fighting to defend him.


Even as they were cut down and dying, the assassins did not let out a single scream.

Though they surely cried at birth, they made no sound in death.

This was the destiny of those raised as assassins.

Their harsh training had suppressed even their basic human instincts.

Pyo Wol bit his lip for a moment, looking at the bodies of the assassins.

The sight of those willingly giving their lives for him stirred his heart.


Eight Soul Reaping Threads emerged from his hand.

At the end of the Soul Reaping Threads, eight Ghost Blades were now suspended.

Apart from the two blades embedded in Go Il-won's back, he had pulled out all the remaining Ghost Blades.

With eight Ghost Blades floating around him, Pyo Wol dove into the midst of the Ghost Fleet warriors.


The eight Ghost Blades swirled through the warriors of the Ghost Fleet like living creatures, moving in an unpredictable, unstoppable pattern.



Unable to counter the unpredictable movements of the Ghost Blades, the Ghost Fleet's warriors lost their lives in mere moments.

In an instant, the formation of the Ghost Fleet collapsed.

Their morale had already been crushed by Go Il-won's death, but Pyo Wol's unbelievable martial prowess broke their spirit completely.

Flesh tore, and blood splattered.

Deaths occurred in quick succession, and the injured writhed on the ground.

With Pyo Wol's unbelievable martial prowess and the addition of the assassins, the Ghost Fleet warriors rapidly crumbled.

“Do not retreat. Avenge our Lord,” Jo Pyeongrak yelled, his voice on the verge of breaking.

He still cradled Go Il-won's corpse in his arms.

Even as he held his master, he continued to urge his troops until the very end.

Although Pyo Wol's involvement on the battlefield had increased the casualties among his subordinates, Jo Pyeongnak had no intention of retreating.

Despite Pyo Wol's incredible strength, he believed he wouldn't hold out much longer.

The injuries Pyo Wol had sustained were grave.

Indeed, Pyo Wol's movements were gradually slowing down.

It seemed that with a little more effort, they would be able to defeat Pyo Wol.

With this hope, Jo Pyeongnak continued to urge his men.

It didn't matter how many of his subordinates died.

If their deaths could avenge Go Il-won, then it would be a valuable sacrifice.

“We are almost there. Attack more.”

Jo Pyeongrak yelled, his voice cracking.

Upon his command, the Ghost Fleet's warriors pressed the attack harder.

That's when it happened.


“It's an ambush.”

Suddenly, screams were heard from behind Jo Pyeongrak.

‘An ambush?’

Startled, Jo Pyeongrak looked back, only to see warriors attacking from behind.

“It's the Martial Sword Alliance.”

“They've betrayed us.”

Those who attacked the warriors in the rear were the warriors of the Martial Sword Alliance.

For the Ghost Fleet, who knew of Go Il-won's secret alliance with Dokgo Hwang, it was a stab in the back.

“These damn dogs!”

Jo Pyeongrak trembled with rage.

It was the worst-case scenario.

Pyo Wol and the assassins were attacking from the front, while the warriors of the Martial Sword

Alliance were assaulting from the rear.

The Ghost Fleet's warriors were cornered and trapped.

What Jo Pyeongrak did not know was that the warriors of the Martial Sword Alliance attacking them were not followers of Dokgo Hwang, but followers of Yoo Soo-hwan.

After arriving in Sea Gate City, Yoo Soo-hwan had ordered the warriors of the Martial Sword Alliance to help Pyo Wol.

The warriors of the Martial Sword Alliance faithfully followed Yoo Soo-hwan's instructions.

With their intervention, the tide of the battle turned in an instant.

The Ghost Fleet's warriors fought tooth and nail to the very end, but eventually, all fell, leaving only Jo Pyeongrak standing.


Jo Pyeongrak burst into a hollow laugh.

People often laugh in sad situations when they are utterly dumbfounded or in shock, and that was precisely Jo Pyeongrak's state at the moment.

“How can this be!”

Pyo Wol approached him.

Bathed in blood, Pyo Wol's appearance was hardly that of a human.

Jo Pyeongrak gritted his teeth.

“If not for you… If only you hadn't…”


A dagger embedded itself in his forehead at that moment.

Jo Pyeongrak did not fall immediately but glared at Pyo Wol. But that only lasted a moment as he collapsed backwards, still holding Go Il-won in his arms.


That was the end of Jo Pyeongrak[a].

[a]Don't you dare glared to our supreme leader

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