Chapter 70
Ten Swords grinned.
For some reason, the man whose eyes had met his was now openly following him.
Judging by his splendid attire, he looked like the scion of a wealthy family.
‘What a strange world. Money will solve everything, I suppose.’
The Ten Swords subtly activated his lightness skill as if to flee, moving toward a secluded spot.
Sure enough, the other guy followed openly.
The Ten Swords had never retreated in battle while traveling with their comrades, the Twelve Demon Swords, and their master and mentor, the Sword Demon.
They had wiped out bandit hordes numbering in the hundreds, and stormed into waterways to carry out massacres. Even that formidable swordsman had ultimately fled in panic when facing the Twelve Demon Swords.
Moreover, this was a region where no martial arts sects had established a foothold. He believed there was absolutely no chance of losing to such a mad young man.
The Twelve Swords of the Ten Thousand Horses were, from the start, the elite survivors among the countless orphans of the Ten Thousand Horses Palace. Having killed their comrades and survived countless life-and-death duels, and then being selected as subordinates of the Sword Demon to receive training and support, it was only natural they brimmed with confidence.
Turning with his back to a cliff, one of the Twelve Swords asked with a smile.
“Did you come chasing after me to die?”
Dan Woosung glanced around, slipping on his gauntlets as he asked.
“Why are you alone?”
