The Ming Emperor. He is the Best on the Continent. His profound strength must befit the throne.
As long as martial arts exist, that is the only proper condition for the one who bears the imperial seal. Those who lacked it were swept from the histories by all manner of bizarre and unexpected assassinations. On the other hand, some names remain like hidden reefs.
As far as Jeong Yeonshin knew, Emperor Geonreung was the most complete human being. Even now, though there is debate, many chroniclers appraise him that way. He had no reason to raise a qi wave for countless high-ranking officials to submit on their own.
There had been no cause for him to reveal the mysterious Reaching the Peak of Perfection.
‘Unless it was an extreme battle posture.’
Jeong Yeonshin thought.
Hwooouk!
Emperor Geonreung’s oppressive presence was enveloping the Forbidden City. The emperor was called the Son of Heaven. It felt as though an existence like the sky itself was surrounding even Beijing.
It was as if a giant Dragon Robe was defensively embracing the city. Could this be a precursor to the Moon-Piercing Art? The will to protect was seeping out.
He was wary of Jeong Yeonshin.
Step.