Chapter 501: Ipwang War (1)
A quiet mountain path cut through the forest.
This was an official road avoided by commoners, as one could never predict what kind of misfortune might befall them here. The road was narrow, and the bare winter branches jutted out like blades, but to those who had mastered Grass on Water Flight, this terrain was no different from a well-paved staircase.
Moreover, it was one of the paths leading to Ipwang Fortress, making it a strategic point contested by warlords, foreign powers, and great sects alike.
Thud.
Right in the middle of that path, a scar-riddled middle-aged man stood with his eyes closed. Suddenly, he threw his scabbard to the ground and, gripping only his sword, broke into a sprint.
Whoosh!
His coarse, dark blue martial robes rippled wildly in the strong wind, and as the opposing wind intensified, so did the speed of Blue-Clad Warrior Hong Jugeom.
His footwork incorporated the mysteries of Wind Deity, a movement technique unique to the Seomye Martial Vein of Ipwang Fortress.
With no leaves to fill the forest, the mountain path was left bare, swept by the chilling wind. Hong Jugeom surged forward like a tailwind, but before long, three figures had begun to pursue him, matching his speed.
At that very moment, events began unfolding simultaneously on all four fronts of Ipwang Fortress.
"You’re mimicking the Ming bloodline. The intel was accurate."
The foremost pursuer spoke in a curious tone.