"Damn it. Damn it… Damn it!"@@novelbin@@

Hyeok Mun-yak, the Gilyeon Sect Master, spat curses endlessly.

It didn’t make sense. Everything had been perfect. Then why? Where had it all gone wrong?

"Just die already, damn it!"

His fingers moved frantically, weaving seals in the air, summoning the elements of the world to manifest as sorcery.

Whoooosh!

It was meaningless. The moment Namgung Jincheon’s sword moved, all his sorcery dissipated into nothingness.

"How is this even possible…?"

Namgung Jincheon had already been struck twice by Je Cheon-hyeok’s fists. His side was pierced through with a gaping hole, and his chest was deeply caved in.

Even for a transcendent martial artist, such injuries should have been debilitating.

Je Cheon-hyeok’s fists weren’t mere punches—they embodied the destructive force of Pa Cheon, true to its fearsome name.

A single graze from his fist was enough to obliterate an ordinary warrior.

Even Namgung Jincheon shouldn’t have been able to withstand two direct hits unscathed…!

"Polar Divide!"

The Gilyeon Sect Master squeezed out his remaining strength to unleash the same sorcery that had once left a meaningful wound on Namgung Jincheon.

The sorcery wasn’t particularly hard to evade, but Namgung Jincheon couldn’t dodge. If he did, Namgung Yeon would die.

Crack!

Space distorted, pulling everything into a single point—a collapsing black star.

Namgung Jincheon’s eyes swept over it indifferently.

Swish.

His Imperial Sword Form cut through the center of the black star. The sorcery disintegrated as if it had never existed.

"Damn it…"

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