Chapter 452
Chapter 452
A dull resonance spread in an instant.
It was a sound as if iron was being sliced apart. The black mist, severed in a single stroke, scattered to the sides with a chilling, whispering friction—saaaah.
Beyond it.
Thud.
The intruder landed on what remained of the relatively intact floor.
And then, he staggered slightly. Like someone unable to steady themselves, drunk on liquor.
Had it not been for the long, sunlit waves of his black hair and the extraordinary fabric of his violet robe, he might have been mistaken for Ju Gwang-shin, the Drunken Beggar King, or Dae-ya-shin, the Grand Beggar Immortal—legends of the Beggars' Sect.
At least, that’s what So Mucheon, the Lord of Great Heaven Gate, thought.
Fortunately, Yeomcheon Pavilion had both an overwhelmingly high ceiling and an adequately spacious rooftop.
It was enough to firmly support the feet of the uninvited young man.
Is he human…?
So Mucheon had heard of martial arts that stimulated the upper danjeon through alcohol. In fact, he knew of sects that practiced it as an advanced secret technique.
Among them were the Beggars' Sect, one of the Nine Great Sects, as well as the Thirteen Heavens’ Dreaming Moon Clan, rulers of the far southern lands.
There were even rumors that some of the Hao Clan’s martial veins possessed similar techniques.
Yet, no matter how one looked at him, this intruder had no trace of alcohol on his face.
His smooth, almost unnatural skin did not belong to someone accustomed to drunken techniques. He had heard that masters of Drunken Fist and other liquor-based arts usually had rough, weathered features.
Therefore, the overwhelming presence just now could only be explained as the raw state of being intoxicated.
It was truly unbelievable. Even now, from afar, the way he muttered to himself seemed anything but ordinary.
He appeared profoundly drunk.
A natural disaster that cannot steady itself.
He was someone to be avoided.
“You…?”
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