Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

Chapter 407

The twilight glow cast long shadows, accompanied by a quiet stillness that felt serene yet solemn.

Jeong Yeon-shin absentmindedly lowered his gaze to his hands.

The mist, which had taken the form of a sword, now scattered into a dark crimson haze.

The Bloodlight Phantom Demon Sword of the Demonic Blood Extreme Art. From its subtle radiance to its razor-sharp sword form, it was the most elegant technique he had ever witnessed. Even compared to the Dragon Coil Sword, it stood unmatched.

The weight of realization struck him deeply.

He had only ever heard of such an absolute technique, and now, he had wielded it himself. A faint trace of regret flickered across his face—this was not an opportunity that would easily come again.

"If one chooses to be a brute rather than a warrior, they should be treated accordingly."

A smooth yet chilling voice. A remark aimed at the decapitated Phantom Night Lord.

Jeong Yeon-shin swiftly lifted his head.

A man stood upside down, his feet planted against the underside of a tree branch.

Draped entirely in a jet-black long robe, his presence exuded a subtle yet undeniable dignity. He showed no intention of directly confronting Jeong Yeon-shin.

The most esteemed figure within Ipwang Fortress’s Singeom Squad.

The eyes of Jin Myeong-jo of the Demonic Blood Extreme Art slowly lifted.

From Jeong Yeon-shin’s perspective, they appeared to be descending—a pair of blood-colored pupils, still smoldering, as though the burst of formless sword energy had left its mark.

His inverted stance also seemed to be part of his unique energy circulation technique, a method to dissipate the heat accumulating in his Upper Dantian.

"It suits you well. You won’t need an extra black robe."

He was referring to the Violet Battle Robe. To Jeong Yeon-shin, those words carried more weight than any praise.

"Senior Jin."

Jeong Yeon-shin brought his hands together in a rare, respectful pugong salute.

"Thanks to you, I survived this ordeal."

"You did well."

"It was all thanks to the Bloodlight Phantom Demon Sword. I was on the verge of death, but it proved invaluable."

His gratitude was sincere.

A match against a Thirteen Heavens Lord, a supreme martial master of the world. His True Energy was depleted, and his internal injuries had only worsened.

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