The grain fields were dying.Boom!

    Amidst the dazzling sunlight scattering over the white snow, flashes of crimson and ashen light clashed and dispersed in an erratic rhythm.

    Amid the shattered remnants of sword energy, the snowy ground constantly overturned.

    These were supreme masters, extending their movements far. The moment they were repelled dozens of feet away by the recoil, they instantly clashed again in an endless cycle.

    The shadowy palms of Bloodshadow Rakshasa Hand intertwined with the Dual Sword Energy of the Eight Illusions Divine Art, creating a chaotic web of strikes between blade and hand.

    Zzzeong—!

    Sparks scattered across the black eyepatch embroidered with golden silk.

    It happened the moment she grasped the entire sword body with her pale hand.

    The gusting sword energy stormed forward, violently tossing her hair back, while the divine sword she had seized pressed steadily toward her chest.

    “I heard the Bloodflame Cult Leader twisted the teachings of Buddha into something monstrous. Your palm techniques are just the same.”

    The wielder of the floating sword spoke from beyond its hilt.

    He was tall, his limbs long. An unmistakable swordsman of impeccable stature.

    The hem of his ashen robe stretched all the way to his feet, and the short-cropped, gray-white hair on the nape of his neck stood out with its striking color.

    Time had not left its mark on his face—it was beautiful. Yet, his sharp and fierce expression made his features feel completely detached from his surroundings.

    She stared coldly at the left hand of Chil Sado.

    Unlike her other hand, which had blocked the blade, this one bore no trace of energy reinforcement.

    Yet Baek Seo-goon, the Youngcheon Sword Demon, did not let his guard down, even with his sword floating freely. The martial arts of the Bloodflame Cult were unpredictable—there was no telling when some grotesque technique would surface.

    But there was another reason he was speaking. Sear?h the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    As the Sword Lord of the Unorthodox Path, he knew the power of provocation all too well.

    "Bloodshadow Rakshasa Hand. For something named after a Rakshasa, it lacks depth. It resembles a bloodthirsty ghoul more than a guardian of Buddhist law."

    Rumble—

    The floating sword trembled. The force pushing forward and the power holding it in place clashed in a tense equilibrium. The snow beneath them billowed in a constant, hazy mist.

    Chil Sado''s lips curled slightly.

    “Your understanding of the martial world seems pretty shallow. True Bloodline Arts don’t involve vampirism.”

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