A slayer of the Thirteen Heavens had come to face the Lord of Ipwang Fortress.The Amya Warband’s Immeasurable Squad was one of the most formidable assassination groups in the world. Their members were not mere tools but martial artists who stood at the pinnacle of assassination.


    This meant they possessed an immense amount of information. The possibility that Ma Gwang-ik had entered Cheonju Gate, a place housing the lake infused with the essence of the World Tree, had already been considered.


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    Son Sang-myeong let out a silent breath to calm his disturbance and carefully observed the youthful figure before him.


    A slayer’s initiation of combat varied depending on the opponent’s martial skills and presence. He needed certainty.


    ‘A level capable of walking on water, wearing black pants.’


    Through the gaps of the roughly wrapped bandages, a tightly woven abdominal structure was visible. He had only loosely wrapped his upper body in bandages over black martial pants.


    Moonlight, tinged with a faint blue hue, draped over his shoulders and arms. Each time his foot lifted off the surface of the lake, transparent ripples spread outward in perfect circles.


    There was no doubt.


    ‘The facial features match the description.’


    The paintings had failed to capture his exact appearance. However, it was unmistakably Ma Gwang-ik.


    A martial artist with no peer in his generation except for the Young Lord of the Ming Cult and the monster of Bloodflame Cult.


    Rumors suggested that, despite his young age, he might already surpass even the likes of Smiling Sky, Invincible or Seven Blades Dao.


    It was even said that, in all aspects of combat, he was on a path to perfection as a martial artist of the orthodox school.


    That was the dazzling strength of the current Ma Gwang-ik.


    ‘A man who accumulates stable power faster than any heretic.’


    The overwhelming strength of orthodox martial arts at a certain level had been long established in the history of the martial world. Who could say how sharp his senses had become?


    Judging by how he was immersed in the lake, he must have sustained internal injuries during his expedition in Shanxi. But what was the best course of action?


    “The Amya Warband, I assume.”


    The leading figure of Ipwang Fortress asked quietly.


    A chill ran down his spine.


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