It was a low murmur, almost like he was talking to himself.But to a supreme master, it was nothing of the sort. Their heightened senses transcended the comprehension of ordinary people.


    The new Ma Gwang-ik Sovereign was no exception. If the Black Sovereign of Divine Extreme Blood, Jin Myeong-jo, had a junior capable of such feats, he would undoubtedly hear it.


    And, of course, he did.


    “My apologies, Senior Jin.”


    The voice was calm, but it resonated with such clarity and energy that it hummed in the air. Jin Myeong-jo’s pale face turned even whiter.


    It was as though the junior was speaking right beside him, though the speaker was far away. The sound was unnervingly vivid.


    This level of precision could lead to the rarely seen Six Harmonies Resonance. A state where a voice, amplified by internal energy, would reverberate across all directions. Only the purest and most refined internal energy could accomplish such a feat—a testament to the junior’s profound mastery of cultivation techniques and mental discipline.


    Jin Myeong-jo’s lips twitched slightly.


    ‘Damn…’


    The voice carried with it an aura of formidable internal energy. It wasn’t just a sound but a force, laden with spiritual pressure.


    The new Ma Gwang-ik Sovereign emerged from the faint light of dawn, casting an imposing shadow. Draped in a loose black cloak, each step he took seemed to ripple unseen waves across the air.


    To Jin Myeong-jo, the energy was palpable—tangible, almost within reach. Sёar?h the N??eFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    ‘Curse it.’


    He inhaled sharply, regulating his breath with his cultivation technique to steady his body. The overwhelming rejection he felt from the waves of energy required a concerted effort to resist.


    By the time his breathing had stabilized, the black-cloaked figure had descended before him, the hem of his long coat fluttering behind him.


    His movements were fluid, his footsteps natural, reminiscent of the innate grace of the noble clans. It was clear that the Ma Gwang-ik Sovereign had advanced significantly in his studies since departing the fortress.


    ‘A monster of a man.’


    Jin Myeong-jo’s thoughts turned grim as he fixed his gaze. From the moment he faced his junior, his sharp eyes had drawn a mental line, a projection of composure crafted by sheer force of will. His practiced expression radiated the aura of a dignified and commanding senior, befitting the noble power he wielded.


    Tilting his head slightly, he regarded the approaching junior as one aristocrat might regard another.


    “The Blade Specter Patriarch is staying at Imjo Province.”


    He spoke before the junior could close the distance, a calculated move meant to gain the upper hand in their exchange.


    The junior’s narrowed eyes briefly flickered with interest, and Jin Myeong-jo internally winced, knowing he had successfully drawn his attention to the Blade Specter Patriarch.


    That fleeting moment of reprieve gave him some relief. He sighed inwardly.


    Eliminate the unorthodox factions disturbing Xi’an’s populace.Assassinate the Yuryong master posing as the lord of Baekyangmun.Grant full authorization for mass elimination, regardless of status.


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