Chapter 427: Grandmaster (1)
Jeong Yeon-shin suddenly regained his senses. The banquet hall was teeming with renowned martial artists from the righteous sects.
‘Tsk.’
A delayed wave of pain surged through his hand. A searing burn. His grip on the sword hilt had been completely torn apart.
Drip. Drip.
Beads of blood trickled down, staining the soil beneath the edge of the Divine Sword, Yeorei. Dark crimson dots spread across the ground, one by one.
That was the only sound reverberating in the silence.
Jeong Yeon-shin lowered his eyelids slightly.
Every experience was invaluable.
Instinctively, he began replaying the exchange in his mind.
The breathing of supreme martial artists was extraordinarily long.
Even though he had shared only a single breath with the Peng Family Head, they had actually exchanged nearly twenty moves.
Facing an unfamiliar Gongwolmu head-on.