Thud—!

The clattering of iron rods echoed as they hit the ground, and a man drenched in sweat exhaled heavily before turning around.

A middle-aged man with sharp, piercing eyes—Ilcheon Sword—looked at another man and asked,

“What did you say?”

At Ilcheon Sword’s question, Mun Do-hyuk, still kneeling on the floor, responded.

“…The Poison King and the Star King have made contact.”

“The Poison King?”

Ilcheon Sword furrowed his brow at Mun Do-hyuk’s words. The Poison King? Out of nowhere?

It was too sudden—too unexpected.

The Tang Clan had sealed itself away after admitting to illegal human experiments several years …