The man sitting on the rock locked eyes with Jeong Yeon-shin.Ziiing.

    A resonant hum echoed in his mind.

    For a moment, it felt as if they had exchanged swords. A silent communion between supreme martial artists. sea??h thё n?vel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Jeong Yeon-shin felt an immensely powerful energy wave.

    It’s as if he’s fused his sword into his inner energy. A master of the highest level of swordsmanship.

    This wasn’t an ordinary fluctuation of internal energy. It carried the deep traces of profound cultivation, along with a mental image sharp as a honed blade.

    The essence of a lifelong pursuit of the sword was embedded in his qi.

    Despite appearing to be in his forties, his power was unfathomable. In the world of warriors, he was still considered middle-aged at best.

    "You… You are indeed the one I thought you were."

    The man spoke slowly.

    "You have reached the realm where you carry a sword within your heart. Your blade is honed to the point where it cannot be ignored."

    "Your energy is also well-forged," Jeong Yeon-shin responded, his natural humility guiding his words.

    From the corner, Jeon Baek, who had been standing frozen in place, suddenly inhaled sharply. Was this a familiar face? His reaction suggested he had encountered the man before—and in a way that left an impression.

    But the white-clad swordsman didn’t even glance at him.

    He merely raised an eyebrow slightly.

    "Arrogant, but you have the right to be. I never expected the rumors to be true… If the treasure of the Assassination Sect were to fall into your hands, it would be a catastrophe."

    He had seen through Jeong Yeon-shin’s internal state in an instant.

    And the murmured words that followed were just as clear. If he didn’t kill him now, he might never get another chance.

    Saaaa—

    The sound of rain hitting the ground thickened. The rhythmic patter of muddy water splattering at their feet was oddly sharp.

    The man seated so casually before them was not someone one could simply stumble upon by chance.

    There was an unmistakable aura of the Sim Mu-ryeon sect about him. Given the overwhelming presence, he was likely one of the Three Martial Lords.

    The martial world was as vast as the entire continent itself. It spanned nations, an expanse wider than any kingdom.

    It was said that the Lord of Light Blades (Gwang Do-jon), the fastest and most destructive sword in all of Hanaam, was a woman.

    That meant the man before him could be Lord of Twin Blood Blades (Bi-ik Hyeol-jon), who had mastered exotic poisons and once split dozens of ships along the Yangtze River.

    But the Lord of Twin Blood Blades is known to wield twin swords.

    Either way, this man was a testament to how deeply Jeong Yeon-shin had become entangled in the upper echelons of the martial world.

    He had risen to a position where even the Four Vajras of Shaolin would call him a peer.

    Every encounter he had now was with extraordinary figures.

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