Chapter 182: I Am Yi Neung-so
Jia Hao Xing Gong.
Could such a renowned martial art truly exist in the martial world?
And none were as shrouded in mystery.
Most martial artists know it exists, yet those who have witnessed the Zha Xian Gong with hostility have mostly met their end. This only adds to its notoriety.
It was rare for the Head of the Huashan Sect to personally intervene, and it had been an exceptionally long time since the Head of the Huashan Sect drew his sword in such a public setting, whether in a martial contest or a life-or-death duel. People were satisfied merely by coming here and witnessing the Zha Xian Divine Art.
Sword Saint Kang Yichun had confirmed the true nature of the Zha Xian Sword Technique.
A dazzling, sunset-hued sword light shot forth.
Once unsheathed, Purple Twilight would surely take on a blood-red hue.
Yet, facing the Purple Mist Sword, Yi Nengsu spread his sword-wielding right hand and left hand wide apart, smiling.
‘How dazzling.’
As if waiting for the Sword Saint’s attack, Yi Neung-so opened his mouth. He didn’t speak to the Sword Saint, but rather blurted out these words as if confirming them to himself and the onlookers.
“I am Lee Neung-so.”
Then, as if refusing to acknowledge Lee Neung-so’s existence, a crimson sword light fell upon his crown. Just as everyone was engulfed in the question, ‘How could anyone possibly dodge that?’, Lee Neung-so spun his body and swung his sword.
From his entire body, the Hwandu, left arm, and right arm shot out in succession.
