Chapter 368: A Supreme Martial Master (3)
Jeong Yeon-shin walked slowly, pulling the rusted handle of the creaking cart behind him.
The orthodox martial artists trailing in the distance watched with a sense of disbelief.
The sheer pressure rolling in like a natural disaster from beyond the smooth, bronze-hued front gate and immaculate white walls was suffocating.
Whoosh—!
A wave of dust rippled outward, pushed by unseen forces. The thick haze swirled like smoke, shifting violently in the air.
The aura filling the battlefield was unlike anything found elsewhere in the world.
An atmosphere only reserved for the rulers of great sects—the presence of absolute masters.
"Are we really just going to let him walk in?"
"Even if he really is Ma Gwang-ik, he might just disrupt the battlefield rather than help..."
"But he’ll still be far more useful than us."
The junior disciples, filled with anxiety, murmured among themselves.
The expressions of the elders from Mount Qingcheng and Emei were even heavier.