Chapter 172: A Swordsman Decides Fate With Their Sword (1)
A dozen martial artists stood before the main gate of Heaven's Summit, their eyes fixed on the notice board long after everyone else had gone inside.
Exhaustion was etched onto their faces. They had traveled an immense distance without proper rest, but a brilliant light still shone in their eyes.
A seven-foot-tall man in a red robe, a massive Dragon Scale Dao slung across his back, stepped forward. At his waist hung a hexagonal truncheon as thick as a grown man's forearm.
There was only one martial artist with such distinct features in the world—Yong Mu-Sung, the commander of Iron Brigade.
After leaving Gansu, the Iron Brigade had rushed to Wuhan with almost no rest, managing to arrive just before the Demon Hunters' event began.
Yong Mu-Sung clicked his tongue as he read the latest update on the notice board. New information had been added concerning the fate of Jin Mu-Won. "Tsk! So it's come to this."
"This is how Heaven's Summit operates," Jongri Mu-Hwan sighed, his expression equally grim. "They never tolerate those who challenge their authority."
Chae Yak-Ran shook her head in disbelief. "How on earth did his identity get exposed? He's not the negligent type. Did he really not know how much attention Heaven's Summit pays to anything related to the Northern Army?"
"He must have let his guard down," one of the Iron Brigade members suggested.
"Or maybe he got a little arrogant after making a name for himself," another added. "When people suddenly gain fame, they tend to get careless."
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