Chapter 310
The entire audience was stunned, their eyes wide open, and their mouths hanging. They couldn't believe what they saw and quite frankly, even if they did, it wasn't possible for the divine technique of a major sect to be this much mastered by someone. Not to mention that someone was an outsider, not a resident of Murim.
"Allow me to reintroduce myself," The white-haired boy spoke, a certain confidence in his voice that couldn't be concealed even if he wanted to, "I am the fifth prince of the Smith Empire, the inheritor of all the techniques left by the Ma Do Cheonma. I mastered every technique he left behind and not only did I master them, I perfected them."
The boy raised his sword again, a divine feeling emanating from his sword, "9th Heavens' Divine Pierce."
