Woo-Moon swung his sword in a wide arc with the scabbard still on.1

Crack!!1

The opponent’s jaw shattered, sending his teeth flying through the air.0

“Agh!!”0

The gang henchman was rolling around, crying as his blood splattered over the floor.0

“You bastard!”0

Rather than being scared, the other henchmen became even more frenzied after seeing the blood and rushed toward Woo-Moon fiercely.0

Woosh!0

“Where the hell did he go this time?”0

Even if a true cultivator were present, it would have been difficult for them to see through the illusions cast by Woo-Moon as he used the Divine Phantasm Step. How could some random thugs keep up?0

With his excellent memory, Woo-Moon went to find all of the henchmen who had sworn at him earlier.0

“Ugh!”0

“It hurts!”0

“Momma!!!”1

Every time Woo-Moon swung his sheathed sword, legs were broken, arms were crushed, and skin was torn apart by his sword wind.0

Of course, the people of the Inksmoke Gang were overall stronger than the enemies who had attacked the Leebi Merchant Guild. Even so, to someone like Woo-Moon, they were merely an army of slightly stronger ants.0

“Oh, f–fu–! What the hell are you bastards doing?! What’s keeping you from handling a bastard like that?!” Mu-Shim shouted, frustrated.0

He was still caught up in the conversation that had occurred between Yeop Ji-Jil and Woo-Moon...0