Chapter 62: Nine Dragons Strife (7)
The moment I saw the flying sword, I instinctively knew.
Even with the Dragon Scale Armor, if I couldn’t dispel the force behind that sword, I could die.
The problem was, in my current, worst-case physical state, that was impossible.
“······!”
But he couldn’t just stand there and die.
Desperately trying to parry the sword, he pulled back the hand that had been about to gouge out Baek Muha’s eye.
‘Damn it······.’
This seemed utterly hopeless.
It was merely a matter of dying 0.5 seconds sooner or later.
Just as the shadow of death drew near.
Clang! CRASH!
With a sound like tearing air, the Sunlight Sword was deflected.
“……?”
It was North Palace White, who had flown in from somewhere, deflecting the sword.
He glared at the target who had hurled the sword at me, his eyes carrying a faint glimmer of anger.
“Are you okay?”
Only upon hearing those words did I barely regain my senses and follow North Palace White’s gaze.
A middle-aged man with long white hair stood holding a single white long sword.
It was Baek Ryong-dang, the Sun-Moon Divine Sword, Baek Jung-cheon.
Bukgung Baek spat out in a low voice.
“Are you mad?”
“······I only stepped forward to protect my child. ”
“But your sword was dripping with murderous intent.”
Bukgung Baek was right.
If he’d meant to protect Baek Muha, he should have aimed for my hand.
Not my chest.
“Guess the sword slipped in the heat of the moment.”
“The Sun-Moon Divine Sword missing its mark…”
When naming the greatest swordsman of the Nine Dragon Fortress, one name always comes first.
