“Move aside!”
Paaaaat!
Jang Han, who was raising a hideous sawtooth blade, was split in two by a single strike and flung to the left and right. The one who struck did not even think of avoiding the spraying blood and ran forward with even greater speed.
“H-hiik!”
It was truly a demonic momentum. One member of the Unorthodox Faction froze on the spot, overwhelmed by it. Namgung Dohwi, again without a moment’s hesitation, swung his sword and tried to cut the one before him to pieces.
Bang!
But the one who should have been cut by his sword was sent flying by a fist power that came from somewhere. Because of that, Namgung Dohwi’s sword only sliced through empty air. The corners of Namgung Dohwi’s eyes twitched in displeasure.
A low Buddhist chant reached his ears.
“Amitabha.”
Hye Yeon was looking at Namgung Dohwi with calm eyes.
“I understand that your heart is in a hurry, but excessive killing will harm the benefactor who commits it.”
“……Yes, Monk.”
Though he answered obediently, Namgung Dohwi’s face was still full of dissatisfaction. Hye Yeon once more chanted a low invocation. It was not as if he did not understand the man’s heart.
If he himself heard that Mount Song was burning, his heart would be so urgent that he could not care for anything else. How much more so for Namgung Dohwi, who led the Namgung Family?