Chapter 44 Turmoil in Beijing
Namgung-woo let his arms fall limply, a profound sense of exhaustion washing over him as he finally confirmed that Yi Ja-ryong’s life signs had vanished.
He felt it from having to erase the clue he had barely grasped with his own hands.
He felt it from the debilitating fatigue caused by his Lower Dantian and Middle Dantian being completely emptied for the first time.
And he felt it from the shock of his first killing, having taken the life of someone who, despite having transcended humanity, still bore a human form.
Yet, Namgung-woo did not simply sink into gloom.
Behind him, the Ghost Domain receded, revealing a sky where the first light of dawn began to softly glow. It was as if the sky was comforting him, telling him that he had found hope. Namgung-woo smiled.
His hand felt light. It wasn’t just his mind clearing; the actual weight had vanished. The Sword Body shattered into countless fragments, then scattered into dust. The iron powder, swirling wildly, was carried away by the early morning breeze.
It had truly been a fierce battle, one where he poured out every last bit of his Internal Energy.
Wielding Extreme Yang Internal Energy and unleashing the ultimate technique of the Thirteen Lightning Sword Strikes, which inherently aimed for tyrannical sword strikes, any Weapon that wasn’t a Divine Peerless Artifact would inevitably break and shatter.
After all, weren’t swords consumables to begin with? No matter how carefully a Martial Artist cherished their Weapon, it would eventually wear down, dull, and reach the end of its lifespan.
