The shockwave, shaped like lotus petals, rippled outward.Translucent, flickering, it brushed past Zhuge Gaju’s face before scattering.

    Shhhhh—

    Jeong Yeon-shin felt the divine force surging like tidal waves within his body—having utterly shattered all ten strands of the Zaung Divine Strands.

    With the profound power of his Upper Elixir Field enveloping him, his inner energy now followed the speed of his thoughts effortlessly.

    It felt as though he had finally donned a garment that fit.

    He had entered an entirely different realm.

    ["Ink-Lin’s Absolute Mandate…!"]

    There was undeniable alarm in Zhuge Gaju’s voice—uttered the moment he saw Jeong Yeon-shin’s overwhelming footwork, his legs wreathed in black mist.

    The grandmaster sorcerer had immediately leaped backward, widening the gap.

    He was a master of battlefield control.

    Like a storm infused within his pristine white robes, they fluttered violently with the sheer force of his retreat.

    The martial master who once boasted of close-quarters superiority was now nowhere to be seen.

    That alone was enough to stun the gathered warriors.

    Even veterans, their eyes gleaming with insight, had their expressions twisted in disbelief.

    But there was one undeniable truth—

    A supreme martial artist had just abandoned all pretense of dignity—

    And for that, he had gained an advantage.

    Hwaaaah!

    His evasive footwork was incomprehensibly swift.

    In less than the blink of an eye, Zhuge Gaju had already retreated three full paces.

    His lips formed the syllable ‘Hong (宏),’ preparing to invoke his ultimate technique.

    For a grandmaster sorcerer, even the briefest of pauses became an opportunity to unleash destruction.

    For him, that technique was the Roaring Thunder Strike—the very technique that had crippled the Great Bloodlord.

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    Jeong Yeon-shin landed amidst the shattered remains of the White Crane Fan, his knees slightly bent.

    But no one saw him straighten.

    Because in that exact instant, his form vanished—

    And the battlefield was engulfed in a deafening roar.

    ZzzzzzzZZZZZK—!

    The earth split apart, revealing its fiery ochre depths.

    Like the passage of a dragon, the land had been utterly overturned.

    The sheer friction of his movement sent steam billowing into the sky, obscuring the sun.

    And then—

    The Northern Darkblade struck—

    Slamming directly into Zhuge Gaju’s abdominal qi armor.

    At the exact moment of impact, Jeong Yeon-shin’s left hand surged upward, executing a second strike—

    Aimed directly at his chest.

    His injured shoulder trembled, but his extended hand tore through the space itself, twisting reality into a spiral.

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