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“Song Woo-Moon! Why are you here…?!”
As he looked around, panicked, Woo-Moon responded coldly.
“If you’re looking for the Sword King, don’t bother. The geezer’s dead.”
The Mu Heons’ hearts skipped a beat.
They could all feel it.
If they confronted Woo-Moon here and now, they would all die. It was as simple as that.
The moment Si-Hyeon and Woo-Moon reconciled and the identities of the Sword and Saber Kings were revealed, the operation had already failed.
‘Then…!’
While Martial Heaven itself was arrogant and proud, the Mu Heons were different.
The Martial Spirits, Mu Heons’ troop[1], was created in order to allow Martial Heaven’s destruction of the murim to proceed smoothly. They possessed plenty of the awareness and cowardice that the core Martial Heaven group did not.
‘Flee, now!’
Woo-Moon clearly had to be far past the threshold to the Paragon realm considering that he had defeated the Sword King; even thirty Absolute Masters couldn’t take him down, much less three. The Seventh, Ninth, and Tenth Mu Heons looked at each other for a split second, then immediately fled in different directions.
The life or death of the other Mu Heons was already out of the question, and they didn’t even care to begin with.
“W-w-w-where… w-w-w-w-w-where-e-e a-a-are you-u-u g-g-g-oing?! S-s-s-ave me?!”
Woo-Moon cut off both legs of the screaming Eighth Mu Heon and flew forward.
Ma-Ra, who was always...
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