The words were uttered amidst the chaos of the battlefield. The claim was that killing Ma Gwang-ik''s warriors would reveal a satisfying reaction from Jeong Yeon-shin, and so they acted upon it.As the elite warriors of Yeoryeong, who had ruled the martial world with secretive terror, lay collapsed on the ground or retreated, Ma Gwang-ik-ju returned the words of the Shaanxi Supreme Demon with a sharp retort.


    "What about Yeoryeong, whose warriors were slaughtered by the dozens under Mancheon Hwawu?"


    Wi Geuk-sang laughed heartily, his wide sleeves flaring like banners in the wind.


    "That bandage of yours, the trembling energy waves—your pain from internal and external wounds seems immense. Have you been drinking? I heard the Beggar Sect''s Divine Beggar employs drunken techniques, but I''m not sure if your swordplay can compare. Judging by Mancheon Hwawu, you must be Ma Gwang-ik-ju Seomye, and these men are Ma Gwang-ik''s warriors. Have you come to retrieve Jeong Hye? You''ve taken the bait!"


    The words were chaotic and arrogant, closer to incoherent ramblings than an actual conversation—a sign of a demon’s distorted mind after prolonged immersion in dark martial arts.


    However, there was truth in his nonsensical chatter. Yeoryeong''s insights were rooted in intelligence.


    Jeong Yeon-shin did not respond.


    Step.


    He silently walked toward the Shaanxi Supreme Demon, his steps echoing on the hard earth of the courtyard.


    His vision blurred slightly, accompanied by faint hallucinations brought on by the numbing effects of the medicine.


    It was a relief that Mancheon Hwawu had cleared the chaos earlier; otherwise, the situation might have been overwhelming.


    "I feel no pain now. It’s not something I’d take again, but... this will suffice."


    The path ahead was clear. No one stood in his way.


    "The Lord has finally arrived," someone muttered.


    "Why those eyes...?"


    "Could it be...?"


    The Ma Gwang-ik warriors who had retreated from Wi Geuk-sang whispered among themselves.


    Most of them were Jeong Yeon-shin''s seniors. Their keen gazes, unmatched even among other martial artists, scrutinized every detail: his erratic breathing from unstable internal energy circulation, his slightly contracted pupils, and his twisted, faintly unnatural smile.


    Everyone noticed—Baek Mi-ryeo, Hyeon Won-chang, Cheongmyeong, and all the others.


    "We should’ve buried that Hwangbo brat sooner!"


    "Should we stop him?"


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