Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

A noblewoman from a prestigious clan with black hair cascading down to her shoulders lifted the sleeve of the Sungmok and revealed a hidden detail. Her blue eyes sparkled as she did.

Sraik—

The long needle, still stuck in the palm of the dead man's hand, was now exposed. It was the very hand that had been pointed at Jeong Yeon-shin.

It was clearly an assassination technique.

"I can kill with a single leaf, so I haven't harmed the innocent," was the sentiment behind the action.

Sungmok, as the Sect Leader of the Shin Sword Sect, had intended to express this sentiment to protect the people’s hearts.@@novelbin@@

"…?"

It was a meaningless action. The gaze of the onlookers, who had gathered around, quickly shifted elsewhere.

Suddenly, the wasteland outside the city became visible, stretching far and wide.

It was densely packed with a vast forest, and even the tall structures scattered across it exuded an old-fashioned, oppressive feel.

The formation had completely collapsed.

It was not unlike when the Bloodflame Cult’s headquarters, hidden in the shadows, was shattered at the feet of the Sect Leader of Ipwang Fortress.

To the common folk, and even to the more seasoned martial artists, this was a mystical sight. The true form of the Thirteen Heavens had just been revealed to the world.

The Dark Night Sect.

A massive faction of assassins wielding bows. Their reputation for cruelty surpassed that of any other assassin faction in the world.

Their actions, like other factions of the Thirteen Heavens, were just as vicious. They believed that the lowly Han people, who had been blessed by the land, should not be allowed to live peacefully, and they frequently plundered the grain-producing regions.

Sungmok’s life or death was no longer the focal point of the crowd's attention.

At least, not for the common folk. It was clear that they had witnessed something that would drive them to panic.

"Wh-what...?!"