The Killing Ghost Falls, and Bang So-un Prepares to Revel
The Soul-Chasing Death Ghost Ak Bul-beom was a super peak absolute expert. He ranked a proud fiftieth in the Murim rankings compiled by the Haomen. Under normal circumstances, even the full might of the Golden Dragon Battlefield couldn't have handled him.
But things were different now.
Bang So-un's devilish scheme had dragged in both Go-eui and his wife, Hwa-seon. Ak Bul-beom had fallen helplessly into that trap.
His body was already seventy percent wrecked from the duel with Geomgak. The San-gong Poison, disguised as medicine, had ruined another ten percent. And the paralyzing poison he'd just used had taken out yet another ten.
In the end, only a measly ten percent of his power remained. And with that, he had to face three super peak female experts from the Golden Dragon Battlefield.
I’ll kill you all!
Ak Bul-beom's signature weapon and poison dagger technique was originally the One Sword, One Blade. His blindingly fast right-hand sword and the overwhelming left-hand palm strike that crushed everything in its path—the Swift Sword Overlord Palm.
A fearsome martial art that had sent countless foes to their deaths.
But now, only the sword remained in his hands. His blade had been snapped by Geomgak.
All that was left to him was the swift sword. Just that.
Yet its speed was still a threat.
Clang!Clang!Claaang!
Yeon Su-rin, I Yeon, and Ju Ok-yeong focused on defense, carefully tightening their encirclement.
A tiger was still a tiger, even if sick and weakened. There was no need to rush the decisive blow when they held the numerical advantage.
These experienced female experts read the flow perfectly.
That's right, that's right. You're doing well. As expected of my slave girls.
Bang So-un watched the fight leisurely, smiling with satisfaction.
Even a broken tiger was still a tiger. It was an undeniable fact—this was the greatest prey in Jeolhwadae's history.
Having cultivated a force capable of capturing such prey filled him with a fresh sense of pride.
Of course, "cultivated" was a stretch—it was more like forcing absolute obedience through hypnosis and brainwashing.
Indeed, young master. The Jeolhwadae's momentum is impressive.
Jang Il nodded and chuckled.
Disciple.
Bang So-un called out to Un Jung-seon.
Yes, Master.
Un Jung-seon replied politely.
Go fetch the drinks.
As you command, Master.
Haha, the fight will probably be over before you get back.
Truly so, Master.
Un Jung-seon smiled in response and left the room.
Bang So-un's gaze returned to the fierce battle.
How much time had passed?
The turning point came unexpectedly.
Ak Bul-beom's thrust slipped right between I Yeon and Ju Ok-yeong's swords, getting trapped.
Kuh!
He strained to shake it free, but it was too late.
Slash!Thud!
Yeon Su-rin seized the opening, her sword flashing to sever his wrist.
The severed right hand crashed to the floor, still clutching the sword.
Damn it all!
Even as a killing ghost, he was still one. Despite the unimaginable pain, he didn't groan once, unleashing a palm strike with his remaining hand.
But a tiger that had lost its fangs was just meat.
The Golden Dragon's female experts moved in mercilessly to subdue him.
You sonsss of biiiitches!
A roar of frustrated rage. Ak Bul-beom, his vital acupoints sealed by the three women, finally collapsed to the floor. Even his speech acupoint was sealed—he couldn't spit curses.
The three female experts knelt before Bang So-un.
We have fulfilled your command, young master.
We have fulfilled your command, Grand Master.
Good work, all of you. Go rest over there and catch your breath.
Thank you, young master.
Thank you, Grand Master.
Yeon Su-rin, I Yeon, and Ju Ok-yeong withdrew to the side.
But they stood in perfect rigid stances, ready to move at their master's single word.
Bang So-un flashed a satisfied smile at their demeanor.
Just then, a sound came from the door.
Master, your disciple has brought the drinks.
Come in.
The door slid open, and Un Jung-seon entered carrying the tray.
The only man in all Murim who could make the master of Cloud Middle Pavilion fetch drinks like this? Undoubtedly Bang So-un alone.
Here, set it down.
Un Jung-seon carefully placed the tray before Bang So-un's seat and marveled,
As expected, Master's words are never wrong.
He meant the prediction that the fight would end before the drinks arrived.
Haha, it's nothing. Pour me one, disciple.
Yes, Master.
Un Jung-seon knelt and respectfully offered a cup.
A rare medicinal liquor only available at Cloud Middle Pavilion, personally brewed by Go-eui.
Kuh, delicious. It rivals the finest named brews.
For this unworthy disciple's brew to receive such high praise... I don't know where to put myself.
Un Jung-seon's face flushed. He seemed embarrassed yet pleased by his master's compliment.
Now that we've had a drink, shall we get to the main event?
With a sinister grin, Bang So-un turned to Jang Il.
Jang Il, bring the killing ghost here.
Heh heh, yes, young master.
Jang Il hoisted Ak Bul-beom and dumped him unceremoniously before Bang So-un.
Ak Bul-beom lay prone, glaring at Bang So-un with eyes blazing like fire.
If glares could kill, Bang So-un would have died a dozen times over.
But reality didn't work that way. Bang So-un responded with mocking scorn.
You must be wondering how you fell so completely into this trap. I'll kindly explain from now on.
As he opened his mouth to continue, Bang So-un blinked as if realizing something.
Oh right, your speech acupoint is sealed. Sorry, sorry. I'll have it undone right away. Hey, tall pussy bitch.
The tall pussy bitch awaits Grand Master's command.
Ju Ok-yeong responded.
Good. Come here for a moment. On your way... yeah, that'd be perfect. Crawl over and give our poor great hero something nice to look at. Bare your lower body completely.
The tall pussy bitch obeys Grand Master's command.
Without hesitation, Ju Ok-yeong stripped off her pants, down to her undergarments covering her privates.
Her most intimate crotch cleft and even her asshole were fully exposed in utter degradation, but not a shred of shame crossed Ju Ok-yeong's face.
Only unwavering devotion to her master's order.
In that state, she dropped to her elbows and knees, prostrating herself low.
Her tall frame in such an extremely submissive pose only amplified the humiliation.
Ju Ok-yeong crawled forward. Her bare ass thrust high into the air.
Naturally, every hole between was on full display.
And she didn't stop there—she wiggled her hips side to side.
As if shaking her ass was her sacred duty, she did it with fervor.
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle.
The unthinkable degrading spectacle of a female super expert.
Hahaha, excellent.
Bang So-un clapped and laughed at the sight.
Puhaha, that ass is killer no matter how many times I see it.
Jang Il burst into laughter too.
The two savored it genuinely. It was always a fresh, thrilling pleasure.
Forcing a female super expert they'd never have dared glance at before to expose her genitals and perform such lewd antics.
Making bitches with pussies prove they were inferior beasts below humanity—it stoked their conquest lust.
On the other hand...
?!
Ak Bul-beom froze, his face the picture of someone who'd seen what he absolutely shouldn't.
A super expert could be absolutely loyal to her master. But even lord-vassal bonds had limits.
Yet this shattered those limits with mocking ease. It was pure shock.
Making a female expert crawl...? With her pants and underwear completely stripped...? Asshole and pussy fully bared, shaking her hips lewdly...?
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible.
Ak Bul-beom reeled as all his accumulated common sense shattered.
The tall pussy bitch has obeyed Grand Master's command, baring her lower body and crawling to arrival.
Ju Ok-yeong had arrived, forehead pressed to the floor.
Her massive ass was right in Ak Bul-beom's line of sight, perfectly positioned.
The holes between her cheeks, naturally.
Unable to bear the shame, Ak Bul-beom squeezed his eyes shut. His eyebrows twitched.
Well done. That's the attitude of a proper pussy slave.
Bang So-un chuckled in satisfaction.
This tall pussy slave bitch exists only to absolutely obey every command of Grand Master.
Good. Now release our poor great hero's speech acupoint.
The tall pussy bitch obeys Grand Master's command.
Ju Ok-yeong turned and released Ak Bul-beom's speech acupoint.
He was about to unleash a torrent of curses—but his mouth stayed shut.
Ju Ok-yeong had prostrated herself again, her huge ass now filling his entire view.
Ak Bul-beom forcibly averted his gaze, biting his lip hard.
Bang So-un snickered at the sight.
Oh? You look uncomfortable. Our battlefield's pride, Lady Ju's figure is truly top-class. Especially that artistic ass. A chance to see such a body and ass naked doesn't come often, yet you react like that? What a pity.
......
Fine, fine. I'll have it moved. Hey, our lady hero, withdraw again. Ah, no need to crawl back. And no need to put your underwear back on either.
Yes, Grand Master. I obey your command.
Ju Ok-yeong rose and swiftly returned to her spot.
She stood in rigid stance once more. But with her crotch's pubic hair and pussy still exposed, she looked comically ridiculous compared to before.
Bang So-un turned his gaze back to Ak Bul-beom.
Now, shall we talk?
You bastard! What the hell are you?!