Chapter 737: PAID

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“The First Blade Division has returned and reports as ordered.”

At the sound of a firm voice, the Sword Saint, leader of the Martial Alliance, responded without hesitation.

“I see. Did everything go smoothly?”

“Yes, my lord.”

Thirty men had joined the mission—none were lost.

A few bore minor wounds, but nothing severe.

Their flawless execution of the mission proved why they were considered second only to the Sword Emperor in reliability.

“You’ve done well.”

“It was an honor to serve the Alliance.”

The First Blade Leader, Song Jongho, spoke with resolute conviction.

The Sword Saint nodded and began walking, prompting Song Jongho to follow without delay.

“How is the prisoner?”

“He’s been restrained and locked in the inner chamber.”

“Did you manage to extract any information?”

“...”

Song Jongho hesitated briefly before replying.

“He’s unusually tight-lipped. We couldn’t extract any meaningful details. My apologies.”

“Hm.”

The Sword Saint’s sigh was faint but heavy.

It was disappointing, but he did not blame the First Blade Leader.

“Even the Death Echo Sword couldn’t make him speak…?”

Song Jongho, known as the Death Echo Sword, had earned his moniker because anyone who heard his voice usually didn’t leave alive.

Despite the sinister title, Song Jongho was a righteous man who had spent years as a shadow operative for the Martial Alliance.

Once an assassin, now a loyal blade of the righteous sects.

He was the Alliance’s dagger in the dark—silent and lethal.

‘If even the Death Echo Sword failed, the prisoner must be formidable.’

The Sword Saint frowned.

Song Jongho was chosen precisely because of his expertise in extracting information, yet even he had failed.

‘This complicates things.’

There were still methods left, but if none yielded results, the Sword Saint would have few options remaining.

The most troubling option…

‘Calling in the Blade King.’

Torture and information extraction had long been the Tang Clan’s specialty.

But with their recent disgrace and exile, seeking their help wasn’t feasible.

‘Tch.’

The Sword Saint’s brows furrowed deeply.

‘No choice but to find another way.’

Letting the situation spiral further was unacceptable.

As his mind raced, an image flashed before him.

The young man who had crushed the Shaolin prodigy.

The most talked-about figure in Hanam.

‘…So Yeomra.’