Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

The Ghostly Tyrant Queen, the Bright Wing Lord, and Feng Lord.

A formation where Peng Yeol-ran and Feng Lord Li Shi-myeong had trapped Ma Gwang-ik between them—while the rest of the Twin Kings and Three Lords observed from above.

"……."

Jeong Yeon-shin slowly ran his hand down the blade.

It bore an intricate, ever-shifting wave pattern—just like the Northern Dark Sword he had once broken.

A signature mark of the Tang Clan's Secret Forging Art, a technique known for producing legendary weapons.

True Silver Iron.

A metal said to exist only in this land.

A rare weapon.

Despite being only slightly over three feet long, with a silver handle to match, its faint radiance shimmered endlessly across the surface.

He could tell—it would move like an extension of his own body, no matter which Seomye Martial Technique he used.

A sword that required no taming.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen a sword this fast in responding to Yi Gi Yu Geom. It could even rival the Ten Ri One Kill technique of the Dark Night Battlefront.”

“The passage of time does not weigh heavily on him. For such a warrior to have been born in Ipwang Fortress…”

“A horse is still a horse, no matter how you dress it up. What a roundabout way to say he’s young.”

The voices came from above.

It was Hwangbo Gon, the Divine Martial King, and Amgun, the Shadow Lord of Kunlun, speaking atop the ridgeline.

The ominous gaze of Hu Gae, the Demon Beggar of the Beggars’ Sect, could also be felt from where he lay on the large rock.@@novelbin@@

Their presence alone created an invisible but overwhelming pressure.

Yet, Jeong Yeon-shin merely lifted his eyelids slightly.

He wasn’t looking at the Twin Kings and Three Lords—figures he had never met before.

His focus remained solely on the person who had just admitted to killing Ha Do-un of Suncheon Ik-ju.

The Ghostly Tyrant Queen, Peng Yeol-ran.

Haa… haa…

Blood seeped from her impaled abdomen, though the flow was beginning to slow.

An unseen surge of true energy coursed through her, while wisps of white vapor escaped from the corners of her lips, dissipating into the air.

Despite the fact that her abdominal artery, spleen meridian, and even her spine must have been torn apart along with her internal organs—she straightened her posture, slowly but surely.

Her grip remained firm on the massive broadsword, still too large to be wielded with one hand.

The pale smoke emanating from her body spread throughout the area, as if poised to unleash a deadly sword wave at any moment.

A true absolute being.

She activated her technique—Five Tiger Severing Blade Art.