Chapter 883: Those Drunk on Past Glory Are as Good as Dead (3)
Woooom!
A sword imbued with immense inner energy descended powerfully from above.
Dan Honhyeol-su furrowed his brow, stepping back a few paces. The blade that narrowly missed his face stopped midair as if defying gravity, only to surge forward like a lightning bolt, aiming for his neck.
"Tch."
Twisting his body, Dan Honhyeol-su struck the side of the incoming blade with his hand. A metallic clang echoed as the sword bent slightly under the force but instantly recovered, unwavering in its trajectory.
