The air in the Mingongdao felt heavy, as if it were suffocating.
A particularly cool breeze wrapped around the masters of the Tangmen and the Open Sect, passing through them.
The atmosphere brushing against the stone walls of the cave emitted a rough, blunt sound.
This was soon reflected in the hearts of those from the Open Sect.
"Shenye Jeongyeonsin. Ma Gwangik in blue, temporary leader of the martial force."
Conflicting emotions surged simultaneously—reverence and wariness.
As a martial artist, one could not help but be in awe.
The achievement was far too swift, and to gauge the depth of his martial arts, one would have to plunge into the abyss.
Such was the accomplishment of the Open Sect.
The boy's martial prowess clearly surpassed the realm of the late stage.
"It is the realm of the black color of the Yiphuang City. Soon, a new leader may emerge under the banner of the Open Sect."
There was more.
Simply accumulating martial power was different from defeating high-level masters of equal rank.
He possessed an innate sense for battle.
This meant he had skills beyond the peak of martial arts.
If one were to count the martial artists of his age who reached such a realm, one would have to consider the annals of history.