Divine Skill (5)
As Jeong Yeon-shin countered a surprise attack with a seemingly insignificant move, the two geniuses of Hwanikdae moved with equally swift speed.
Whoosh—Namgung Hwa-shin and Tae Yeom-ryong's figures scattered like extinguished flames.
In the moment when Dokryong and Dokbong were stunned, the gap between them closed.
It was as if they had stretched a fleeting moment into infinity.
Srrng! Namgung Hwa-shin drew his sword and placed it against Dokbong's neck.
The sword of Baek Kirin's Ip Hwang was bluish.
From his hardened expression, clear energy spiraled up from his body.
Tae Yeom-ryong placed his hand on the back of Dokryong's neck.
Even without releasing any of his characteristic heat, the energy quietly surging within him testified to the presence of immense power.
From the beginning, their movements did not consider Jeong Yeon-shin's predicament.
Both of them acted accordingly, successfully catching the short siblings off guard.
"Shall we kill them?" Tae Yeom-ryong asked lazily.
"Kill? You're talking about killing?" Dokryong retorted.
His face, just on the verge of youth, turned pale and shiny.
'A mixed blood of the Iron Tribe?' Jeong Yeon-shin thought.
The peculiar physique of the beasts was the reason.
Little People.
Their height barely reached his shoulders.