It was the stillest spot on the battlefield.Many eyes were fixed on the scene unfolding in the gorge. The number of spectators who had come to witness this spectacle outnumbered the members of the demonic sect factions.


    This had been orchestrated by the Seven Great Sects of Xi’an. They sought to solidify their dominance.


    Wi Il-hwa could not respond.


    Her enemy had struck a nerve with unnerving precision. Her sensory martial art, a famed technique in the Xi’an region, was faltering. As the Sword Demon Lord had fallen, her gaze had been locked on him, assessing every move.


    Now, the sun had drifted further west, casting a heavy winter light. The bushes lining the gorge quivered, following the anguished cries of disciples being slaughtered further down the battlefield.


    The dry gorge radiated a desolate energy. The ridges leading from Daewol Gorge to the Guanzhong Plains gleamed like the edges of blades.


    The strike I just saw.


    That overwhelming cascade of phantom images.


    It had nothing to do with his cultivated energy.


    The man’s very sense of movement was on a different level.


    Amdong Wolshibeop had acknowledged this. Somehow, with a body honed to perfection, he had stabilized countless positions with ease. It was a gift—a realm of talent untouched by effort alone.


    The term "prodigy" felt inadequate. He was cheongo somu, the kind of existence seen once in a millennium—if ever.


    It made her feel unworthy even to harbor envy. What sort of world could such a man experience with such extraordinary senses?


    And so, Wi Il-hwa, the Lord of Sungyeojimun, conceded the truth about her enemy.


    This man was truly the leader of the Divine Sword Corps.


    The martial arts tournament in Hanzhong had introduced the world to the alias Seomye (Silent Elegance). The headquarters of the Murim Alliance was based in Hanzhong, and news of the event had traveled to the ears of the sect leaders in Xi’an. S~ea??h the Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Among the unbelievable rumors was a detail about his age. They said the current Lord of Ma Gwang-ik was extraordinarily young.


    Even now, many found it hard to believe. The world was vast, and information was often unreliable.


    But if it were true—


    If he had truly ascended to the rank of Black Rank within Ipwang Fortress at such a young age, his talent would be extraordinary. It wouldn’t matter how noble his lineage was. He would be a mystery of the martial world.


    The man before her fit the description. His natural aptitude for movement alone was enough to bypass Amdong Wolshibeop. His handsome features still bore a faint trace of youth.


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