Jeong Yeon-sin landed gracefully, his hands falling naturally to his sides.
There was no need for extra steps.
The fluttering hem of his blue robe briefly wrapped around his legs before falling away.
"The Demonic Extermination Water... it truly counters the masters of the Demonic Path."
He confirmed the effectiveness of its name.
It had a very favorable compatibility against the power of the Samawaido.
If he limited his opponent, he might even be able to contend with a superior master.
"Huh..."
It was a breath that seemed to release the air from his lungs.
A dead breath.
The master of the Sunma-ryeon, whose head had been crushed, lost his balance.
For a moment, his body swayed.
He could not withstand the whirlpool of the Qingpa.
The shoulder cover that had draped over him clung helplessly to his back.
Whoosh! The fragments of the power he had not yet released swirled in a gentle breeze.
Slowly, his body toppled backward.
His eyes were wide open.
Thud! A heavy vibration resonated.
He was on a fairly sloped downhill path.
His whole body slid down a little before coming to a stop.
It was instant death.
"…!" The formation of martial artists that had been rushing behind him suddenly came to a halt.
There were about a dozen of them.
The legs that had been executing lightness techniques suddenly tensed up.