Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

The Lord of Sipjeonmun had been slain.

Alongside his previous crushing defeat at the hands of Ma Gwang-ik, this was another event that would shake the martial world.

However, despite such a significant event, the tides of battle did not shift dramatically. The battlefield was vast, but more importantly, there were simply too many factions entangled in the conflict.

Boom! Boom! Claaang!

Blades scattering cold steel light. Hundreds of weapons wielded by the warriors of the Heavenly Net Brigade formed a veritable hell of swords, akin to the abyss of blades in the netherworld.

Each and every one of them was a master who had cultivated their Protective Essence Veins, capable of surpassing human limitations. They surged toward the leaders of the Society of Sacred Swords, attacking from all directions—both on the ground and in the air.

The air was thick with deafening explosions, the roar of slicing winds, and the relentless clash of blades, all interwoven like an inescapable net.

—"Southwest, by Seomye’s position... The Sipjeonmun-armored warriors have formed a Sword Formation. Hah, and they're even using Isolated Force Transmission? Their eyes must be rolling back in madness. We need to break their necks before they become a problem."

—"Deputy Leader So-yeon is closest."

—"I’m heading there now."

Robes fluttered violently in both the skies and the ground below.

A mix of astonishment and killing intent filled the air. While some screamed as their throats were pierced or limbs severed by the blades of the Great Lords, others, still filled with inner energy, pushed the wounded forward with maddened roars.

"If we advance in Charyun Formation, we’ll win! Forget precision strikes and swordplay—cut their tendons and push them off the cliffs...!"

"They're human just like us! They’re not supreme masters!"

"Indeed! At best, there are a dozen or so commanders from the old orthodox sects gathered here."@@novelbin@@

"Why are you lowering morale!?"

The reason why the Heavenly Net Brigade’s warriors were desperately pressing against the Great Lords of the Society of Sacred Swords at this moment...

It was because the world knew of Ipwang Fortress’s ruthlessness. When they used the pretext of civilian exploitation to annihilate the Hwangbo Clan, the entire martial world was forced into vigilance.

That had happened in Shandong, near the northern border, yet the tale had long since reached Sichuan.

If they lost, they would be annihilated.

"Ipwahng’s Divine Spears can shatter even bare-handed defenses! We must—Kugh!"

"Those with Dual-Strength Qi Techniques, head that way! Lord of Seonmok Ridge’s Ice Techniques are running rampant!"

Splurt! Rumble—!