Crackle, crackle.
Park Jin-hyeok raised his head a little sluggishly. The surging black-purple blood energy around him trembled violently, like a beast struggling desperately to escape, yet an invisible force field held it firmly in check. Within the narrow space around his body, the air warped and black serpents of lightning danced wildly.
That was the gap in their Martial Dao Pressure!
Step, step, step.
The tundra paving stones beneath Park Jin-hyeok's feet, hard as steel, fractured inch by inch. The others were forced back and had to raise their Blood Energy Barriers to withstand the shock waves from the clash of pressure.
"How domineering... Great Xia's young legend."
The middle-aged sword saint, renowned throughout Kimchi Country, stared at the youth before him as he spoke.
With both hands in his pockets, Jiang Yuan looked down at him and said calmly,
"Got a problem with that?"
Park Jin-hyeok said nothing. He merely reached out and slowly gripped the sword at his waist. A ferocious blade presence surged from beneath his feet in wave after wave, powerful enough to cleave frozen earth and tear through steel.
As a prodigy celebrated throughout Kimchi Country who had made his name over a decade ago, he was every bit as proud and radiant as the blazing sun. How could he willingly bow to anyone, much less someone over twenty years his junior?
"I know you're strong. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many stories about you. But some say you're invincible beneath the rank of King... I find that hard to believe."
Park Jin-hyeok gazed at Jiang Yuan, black arcs of electricity flickering in his eyes. His normally composed face, its edge kept carefully concealed, now showed a rare trace of his youthful arrogance.
"Then let's have a little spar."
Jiang Yuan's eyes flashed.
Terrifyingly