A night veiled in dusk. The end of the mountain path was a gorge. Jeong Yeonshin was looking down at the sloping ground with a strange expression.
It was because the place was familiar. It was the cliff he had stepped on long ago after taking a palm strike from the War God, just before gathering three Divine Sword Division Leaders with the movements of the Number One Sword Under Heaven.
"Always noisy."
It was the same now. Jeong Yeonshin had long since taken his eyes off Mungok. In the place Mungok would soon arrive, seven absolute masters had already confronted one another.
The three Northern Kings, including the Northern Saber, and the group of Great Monk Beomheo. Everything around was hazy white. It was hard to see through even with ordinary ocular arts.
Ku-gu-gu-gu-gung— Formless qi waves collided and locked together like a tidal wave. At the boundaries where the qi waves rubbed together, even fog was billowing up. Because of that, it seemed as if they were facing off above the clouds.
Jeong Yeonshin muttered.
"Snow King is handling water qi. That one with the dangling neck over there... every time his true qi tries to seize control of the combat distance, it gets blown away by Senior Post-Heaven Vast Immortal's Samadhi True Fire."
He was the tall man on the Northern Saber's side.
Snow King.