Free Web NovelThrowing weapons poured down from the sky.
Clang.
Most of them slammed into the floor, and even the ones that lodged in her body avoided any vital points. It was because the thought that they must not kill her had taken root in the cultists’ minds, knowing the Blood Demon wanted Tang Sohwa alive.
Sohwa realized they did not understand her body.
When Sohwa stayed still, the cultists stopped throwing hidden weapons. By then, however, more than twenty small hidden weapons were already stuck in Sohwa’s arms and legs.
When the surroundings grew quiet, Tang Sohwa pulled one throwing dagger out of her arm.
She hurled it straight forward, but the dagger did not reach the Vice Unit Leader.
Boom.
A throwing dagger that had fallen from the sky pinned her dagger down.
Tang Sohwa did not care and pulled out another hidden weapon lodged in her body and threw it.
Boom.
Again, the weapon was driven into the floor.
Boom. Thud. Thud.
The hidden weapons Sohwa threw, as if of course, could not travel forward.
Sohwa, who had been standing in the same spot all this time, jumped down from the table. The cultists threw hidden weapons to stop her.
Several throwing daggers drove into her legs, but Sohwa did not stop; she kept running.
The flustered cultists all jumped down to the first floor.
Thud.
Dozens of cultists who had thrown their bodies forward to protect the Vice Unit Leader landed on the ground.
But they collapsed before they could take even a few steps.
Some who had thrown themselves toward Tang Sohwa could not even plant their feet on the ground near her and simply dropped straight down.
Thud. Thunk. Thoom.
Dozens of cultists rushed in, yet none of them could reach her.
It was because a formless poison had been spread in the surroundings.
It could not be seen and had no smell, but the moment one drew breath, it took effect at once.
It was one of the poisons Tang Sohwa had treasured in her previous life, back when she had served as Gujeon Pavilion Lord.
The poisons currently stored in the Gujeon Pavilion were not the Tang Clan’s strongest.
It was because many things had not yet reached their time and had not been recorded.
To create an extreme poison that could break the Poison-Impervious Body, the members of the Gujeon Pavilion would modify the Eight Ultimate Poisons. Tang Sohwa had been among them.
Although they had failed to create a breaking poison that could shatter the Poison-Impervious Body by refining the Eight Ultimate Poisons, the experiments had not been in vain.
It was because they had been able to create useful poisons in the process.
The paralytic poison Tang Sohwa was using now was a formless poison created by refining Soul-Pulling Water.
It had the drawback of a very short duration and a narrow effective range, but because it was impossible to perceive the airborne poison, it was perfectly suited to a situation like this.
Tang Sohwa quietly swept her gaze around.
All the cultists who had approached carelessly had collapsed.
Sohwa, clutching the throwing dagger lodged in her shoulder, opened her mouth.
"To think you would try to compete using the Tang Clan’s poisons. You chose the wrong opponent."
Swish.
She threw the blood-smeared throwing dagger and added,
"Airborne poison is my specialty."
The launched dagger lodged itself in the body of a fallen cultist.
Thunk.
Tang Sohwa repeated the action.
Thud. Thunk. Thud.
One by one, hidden weapons stained with Tang Sohwa’s blood embedded themselves in the bodies of the paralyzed cultists.
He watched Sohwa and slowly bent his wrist inward. Fortunately, he could still move his body for now.
However, if he drew any closer, he too might be paralyzed, so he carefully gauged the situation.
By the time the dust rising from the floor had settled, Sohwa bent her body and pulled out all the throwing daggers stuck in her legs and threw them as well.
Her movements looked extremely rushed, like someone pressed for time.
The Vice Unit Leader found it pathetic, yet he did not stop her.
His subordinates could recover quickly anyway.
Right now, the Vice Unit Leader was more worried about something other than the paralytic poison.
His gaze dropped to Tang Sohwa’s sleeve.
That woman seemed to possess some peculiar object. An object that could control the Blood Demon’s blood.
'Has she laid her hands on one of the Blood Demon’s sacred relics?'
He held his breath, wary of Tang Sohwa.
He suspected it, but it was hard to be certain that Tang Sohwa had obtained one of the Blood Demon’s sacred relics.
If she truly possessed the Blood Demon’s Will, Tang Sohwa could kill him on the spot.
The Vice Unit Leader quietly placed his hand over his own heart.
His heart was beating calmly.
Thud. Thunk. Thud.
Sohwa, having thrown all the hidden weapons pulled from her legs, did not stop and began picking up the Blue Blood Hall’s hidden weapons scattered on the floor. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
In the end, the Vice Unit Leader could not endure his curiosity and opened his mouth.
"...What in the world are you trying to do?"
The fact that he was even asking such a question was humiliating, but he could not help himself.
Tang Sohwa did not give him an answer. Instead, while the Vice Unit Leader hesitated, she took a poison vial from her sleeve and sprinkled it over the throwing daggers.
Ssshhh.
Sohwa again threw hidden weapons at the fallen cultists.
Thud. Thunk. Thud.
The Vice Unit Leader’s brow furrowed sharply.
The more he watched actions he could not understand, the more uneasy he became.
He knew the Tang Clan were a bloodline with a strange culture of repaying grudges twice over. But he simply could not understand why, with her life on the line, she would be swept up in her emotions and waste her strength pointlessly on each person one by one.
'She must have some other scheme.'
At last, the Vice Unit Leader became certain of the worst assumption he had been most afraid of.
'Is that poison liquid a poison that handles the Blood Demon’s Dokgo?'
He was thinking that when another doubt arose. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
At first, Tang Sohwa had pulled out the hidden weapons stuck in her body and thrown them at his subordinates.
They had clearly been the Blue Blood Hall’s hidden weapons, and she had launched them the instant she pulled them out, as if pressed for time, so there had been no chance to coat them in poison.
'What is she doing?'
Growing uneasy, the Vice Unit Leader turned his gaze toward the back door. He shouted at the subordinate guarding the door.
"What are you doing? Restrain her at once!"
"Yes!"
He had not wanted to leave the area in front of the door empty, but in the end the Vice Unit Leader lost his patience and decided to stop Tang Sohwa first.
Whoosh.
A cultist sprinted forward as if flying. And just as quickly as he closed the distance, he pitched forward, slamming his head into the table in a ridiculous manner.
Boom.
Tang Sohwa twisted her body and hurled a throwing dagger at him.
Thunk.
The throwing dagger, smeared with black poison liquid, lodged in the fallen cultist’s shoulder.
The Vice Unit Leader guessed the woman’s move.
"Are you luring us into the range of the airborne poison?"
Tang Sohwa did not answer. She glanced at him briefly, and that was all. She seemed intent on driving a hidden weapon into every cultist, launching another dart.
The Vice Unit Leader instinctively judged that he had to stop that nonsense.
He immediately raised his arm.
Fwoosh. Swish. Fwoosh.
With a single light flick of his hand, six hidden weapons flew out.
They did not aim for Tang Sohwa.
Boom. Thud. Boom.
The hidden weapons drove into the wooden planks set against the back door.
The Vice Unit Leader immediately lowered both hands to his sides. Then the hidden weapons flew back.
Whirr.
Because the weapons were buried deep, the wooden planks came along with them, whole.
The plank brushed past Tang Sohwa’s side, whipping up a fierce gust of wind.
The Vice Unit Leader instantly threw two more hidden weapons.
Swish. Fwoosh.
The plank that had been on its way back was pushed away again and crashed into a pillar.
Boom.
Stirring the air around Tang Sohwa, the Vice Unit Leader gave an order to his subordinate.
"I’ve cleared away the poison. Restrain her again."
With the Vice Unit Leader’s permission, the subordinates guarding the door rushed in all at once. They pressed down on Tang Sohwa’s shoulders from both sides and forced her to her knees on the floor.
Perhaps because she had already driven blades through all of the cultists’ bodies, Tang Sohwa only looked relieved and did not resist.
The Vice Unit Leader, eyes bloodshot, watched and shouted.
"Check inside her sleeves!"
It was because he feared that snake-like woman would pull some cunning trick again.
Suddenly, the Vice Unit Leader’s expression twisted and he hurriedly changed his words.
"No, strip off all her clothes! Whether it’s red prayer beads or some bead, she may be carrying it on her body, so take it from her at once!"
From behind the Vice Unit Leader, wind surged like an explosion. The Heukcheon Amgui’s inner energy flared. Even while unable to move his body, he was watching everything.
Cursing, the Vice Unit Leader muttered to the Heukcheon Amgui,
"It’s all over now. Just give it up."
He turned his body back toward Tang Sohwa and asked,
"Dammit, when does that airborne paralytic poison of yours wear off?"
He had grumbled almost like talking to himself, but even while bound, Tang Sohwa obediently gave him an answer.
"It doesn’t last that long. About half a quarter-hour to a full quarter-hour."
The Vice Unit Leader’s brow twisted.
"It feels like a quarter-hour has already passed, so why can’t they get up yet?"
The subordinates who had followed him were elites who understood Blood Arts properly.
If they focused even a little, they could quickly purge most poisons, and even if a hidden weapon lodged in a vital spot, they could restore their muscles and force it out on their own. And yet it was strange that they were this paralyzed for so long by a poison whose duration was supposed to be a quarter-hour.
Of course, he too had heard the rumors that the Tang Clan Head’s eldest daughter possessed a genius-level talent for crafting poisons.
The Vice Unit Leader was genuinely curious about the identity of a poison capable of poisoning someone who had learned Blood Arts.
But while he was inwardly impressed, Tang Sohwa gave a shocking answer.
"When the paralysis wears off doesn’t matter. All of your subordinates are already dead."
