Chapter 169
The Vicious One, I Did It
As the Iron-Crested Sword let out its cry…
Yoo Jeong-hong, who had finished regulating his qi, and Gwang-shin and Dan-woo-seong, who had been watching, all smiled simultaneously.
Kwang-shin savored the sword’s name like music before uttering a single word.
“How splendid.”
It was a joyful sight, a rare scene indeed.
For the man who had been the gambling den’s owner was spitting out the sword’s name not with a blade, but with a black iron umbrella.
That story must be why the sound resonated so beautifully.
A sword’s name is its response, like a high-level martial power resonating in communion, when the weapon’s master fully understands it.
Yoo Jeong-hong, Gwang-shin, and Dan-woo-seong knew that Cheol-myeong-ho had swung that black iron umbrella without missing a single day, aiming to fill it a million times.
Therefore, this sword spirit was not easily attained.
Cheolmyeongho’s efforts and various intertwined circumstances led to its emergence.
Moreover, this sword name was a peculiar sound that even the white-robed and black-robed practitioners gathered here had never heard before.
It was solely Cheolmyeongho’s sword name.
To continue the priest and dumpling errand.
To avoid killing the man from the Black Path.
Above all, because Cheolmyeongho himself did not want to die.
That’s why the righteous martial artists ultimately grow stronger.
It wasn’t simply to kill someone.
Cheol Myeong-ho gazed at the sword energy wrapped around his black iron umbrella like a country bumpkin, as if it were blindingly bright.
