[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-childhood-friend-of-the-zenith":3,"chapter-childhood-friend-of-the-zenith-childhood-friend-of-the-zenith-chapter-686":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Childhood Friend of the Zenith",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1240436,1667,"Chapter 685","childhood-friend-of-the-zenith-chapter-686",686,"\u003Cp>“What…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oil Sword’s face hardened as he stared at the woman. Locking eyes with her faintly glowing light-green pupils, his temper began to stir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What did you just say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chilling aura spread across the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah…!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding martial artists flinched, their bodies trembling. The overwhelming aura of a Hwagyeong-level master began to permeate the surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spectators clutched themselves as though struck by an icy wind, while martial artists gripped their weapons, instinctively surrounding themselves with Qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hwagyeong was the realm of an absolute master.A supreme level attained only through natural talent and relentless effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the aura of a master at this level was released, even the summer air turned cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you saying… that those words were directed at me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oil Sword’s stiffened expression and razor-sharp aura made the smirking man from moments ago disappear. In his place stood a grandmaster, one of the Hundred Greats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I acknowledged your beauty and granted you value, yet you dare to crawl ever higher. A worm? Did you just call me, Oil Sword, a worm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Young and beautiful. Even as her family had fallen, she was still a noble daughter. He had approached her deliberately, deeming her worth his attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A worm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What exactly had this insignificant woman just said to him?Oil Sword couldn’t comprehend it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The bloodline of a fallen clan still hasn’t cast away their pride?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tang Clan had lost its former glory and now lived in shame, enduring ridicule from the world. And yet, it seemed this woman hadn’t realized their fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Well…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘When you’ve stood so high, collapsing all at once… it must be difficult to accept.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the Tang Clan, one of the Four Noble Houses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had once been the unrivaled source of Dokgong—poison techniques—and the origin of most of the iron weaponry in Zhongyuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had they remained as they were, holding their position would have been no issue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in their arrogance, they crossed a line that should never have been crossed. When the truth came to light, the Tang Clan crumbled, their position shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They lost their strength as a noble family.Most of what they had slipped away, scattered like air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, what was the Tang Clan’s position?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That answer could be found in the gazes of those looking at the woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold and cutting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no admiration or envy directed toward the Tang Clan’s descendants anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment they learned she was of Tang blood, the contempt in their eyes became almost palpable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the reality of the Tang Clan now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘And yet, what makes this brat think she can hold her head so high?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman’s eyes, though filled with contempt and revulsion, were undeniably beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those eyes, full of strength, met Oil Sword’s gaze directly, unshaken despite the suffocating pressure in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘She’s tempting.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without realizing it, Oil Sword felt the thought arise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her beauty aside, her inexplicable confidence filled him with both anger and desire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He truly wanted to claim her. That thought alone made his Danjun stir with power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you not know your place, or have you simply forgotten it? Your words are truly reckless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What had she said again? That he wouldn’t have her, even in death?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Hah! If you said that thinking the Tang Clan is still what it used to be, you’re gravely mistaken. Or is it that you don’t know who I, Oil Sword, am?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How could I not? I know you well, senior.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sharp tone she had moments ago disappeared, replaced by a polished and refined politeness. But for Oil Sword, who had already seen and heard enough, it didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And yet, you dared to act that way toward me? You must be greatly mistaken, my lady.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oil Sword’s eyes flashed as he unleashed an even greater surge of his aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Urgh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding martial artists let out muffled, almost screaming, sounds of distress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not that you are too good for me, my lady. Rather, you fail to realize that I am far too good for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confidence was fine, but one had to know their place. To raise her nose at him? Such arrogance could not stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pfft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A burst of laughter came from in front of him. That sound made Oil Sword’s brow crease deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re laughing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, my apologies. I couldn’t help myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as she spoke, Tang So-yeol seemed unable to stop herself from laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s so funny? Do my words amuse you that much?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. I tried not to laugh, but I couldn’t help it—they’re just too ridiculous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang So-yeol, briefly covering her mouth as though to hold back her laughter, continued to speak to Oil Sword, her gaze full of mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Should I thank you for finding my body desirable, or should I find it disgusting? It’s quite the dilemma.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oil Sword frowned at her words. Her sharp tongue was one thing, but there was another problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘When did she…?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was definitely holding her wrist, yet somehow, Tang So-yeol had pulled her hand back at some point.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t let go. Not once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, allow me to express my gratitude while forcing myself to feel honored. Unfortunately, my body is already spoken for.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you saying you’re engaged?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It is merely a love I carry alone. I simply have no intention of allowing anyone else to have me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even engaged, yet speaking of a one-sided, undying love?Oil Sword let out a dry chuckle, but just as he was about to scoff further—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“However, if someone greater than him appeared, perhaps both my body and heart might waver. But…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang So-yeol ran a hand through her hair, her gaze piercing straight through Oil Sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…you, senior, are no better than a worm. No one is. So, don’t feel too disappointed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Well, this is something.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Tang So-yeol’s words ended, Oil Sword smiled. At the same time, his Danjun roared to life, and his aura erupted even more fiercely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hwaaaaah!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure intensified, crushing everything around him as murderous intent filled his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you saying the only man worthy of claiming your body would have to be the greatest under heaven?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheer arrogance. The audacity. It was unbelievable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These are not words I can simply let go of.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Precious and beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Young and desirable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For all those reasons, he had tried to endure. But this—this was too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll have to teach you a lesson.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It no longer mattered whether or not he possessed her body. All that remained was to teach this foolish “junior” the harsh reality of the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll show you the truth of the world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that thought, Oil Sword reached for his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You really are a filthy old man.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice rang out from behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oil Sword turned his head sharply to the right, but there was no one there. Confused, his eyes darted around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hand suddenly clamped down on his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a voice came from his left, light and playful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It must be hard to act like this in front of so many people, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice, tinged with laughter, made Oil Sword tense. He tried to unsheath his sword and shake the hand off, but—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wouldn’t move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crrrrunch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how much strength he exerted, his body remained bound, as if tightly shackled. A wave of unease washed over him, and he funneled all his energy into his Danjun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kwaaaaah!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi surged from his core, but—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What…!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the energy was indeed surging outward, it failed to explode fully into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The person gripping Oil Sword’s shoulder was absorbing it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t just stopping his Qi—they were nullifying it entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they were doing so while standing this close?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This is impossible!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grinding his teeth, Oil Sword strained to release more Qi, but—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, old man.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dry voice cut through his efforts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let go of the sword. Stop wasting your energy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crunch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gah…!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The overwhelming pressure bore down on him even more. The Qi he was desperately releasing was crushed, replaced by an even greater force pressing him down relentlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His legs trembled involuntarily. It felt as though he would collapse to his knees at any moment, but even that was denied to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one gripping his shoulder wouldn’t allow it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who was this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who on earth had the power to unleash such overwhelming pressure?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beads of cold sweat formed on Oil Sword’s forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And all the while, the atmosphere around them shifted strangely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahh… the pressure… it’s gone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Finally, I can breathe again…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The martial artists around them let out sighs of relief, freed from the crushing aura Oil Sword had unleashed earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did Oil Sword withdraw his aura?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what’s going on now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the murmurs of those around him, Oil Sword swallowed dryly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘…The pressure is gone?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They said the crushing aura had disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, he still felt the suffocating weight bearing down on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The pressure is focused on me alone.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoever was doing this was controlling their aura so precisely that no one else could feel it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had fine-tuned it to target only Oil Sword, pouring this overwhelming force directly onto him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the sheer magnitude of that pressure…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘…This is impossible.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could such a thing even be possible?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Oil Sword, skilled as he was, couldn’t manipulate pressure with such precision—let alone at this scale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chilling, bone-deep terror crept over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To think that someone had not only approached him this closely without him noticing but was now completely restraining his movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘No matter what, I need to get out of this.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Escape first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the conclusion Oil Sword reached. He prepared to channel all his martial arts techniques into his hand to break free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Oil Sword’s blade began to leave its sheath—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Put it back.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the sound of that voice, Oil Sword reflexively shoved his sword back into its sheath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oil Sword’s eyes trembled violently, unable to comprehend what had just happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his mental state began to crumble—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You two, put those away as well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice spoke again, this time addressing others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was directed toward Tang So-yeol and another woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only then that Oil Sword noticed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang So-yeol was gripping a dagger in her hand. Behind her, the young woman who had been with her—a supposed successor of the Sword Lord—had partially drawn her blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There are a lot of eyes watching.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the young man’s calm remark, both women quietly complied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the dagger and blade disappeared from view, the suffocating pressure on Oil Sword eased slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling the change, Oil Sword managed to squeeze out a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Who are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oil Sword, overwhelmed by the crushing pressure, forced the words out. Who could this person be to wield such overwhelming power?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And what would you do with that information?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man’s mocking tone completely crushed the question. His voice carried on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was planning to just watch, but here you are, an old geezer ogling a fresh-faced young girl. Did you leave your conscience behind while advancing to your level?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice, tinged with annoyance, also sounded oddly young.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Play with people your own age. Looks like the days of swinging your cock around recklessly are long gone. Am I wrong? You piece of shit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crude, sharp words carried so much pent-up fury that Oil Sword swallowed hard. The sheer venom in his tone was undeniable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s with this nonsense you’re pulling right in front of everyone? Should I just rip it off? Make sure you can’t use it again? Would that help?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rip what off? Oil Sword wanted to ask, but the answer felt so obvious that the question died in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, wait. I shouldn’t even ask. I just need to rip it off. That’s the right thing to do. Scum like you shouldn’t have it. That’s justice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chilling words made Oil Sword’s spine tingle, cold sweat dripping down his back. The crushing pressure and his defiance didn’t matter anymore—he had to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he didn’t…!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“St-stop!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Click.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Oil Sword felt his life teetering on the edge, a voice broke through. A figure pushed through the crowd, a warrior bearing the emblem of the Murim Alliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop this! Unapproved fighting before the Bi-mu-je begins is strictly forbidden!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the warrior’s words echoed, the suffocating pressure vanished in an instant. The hand gripping Oil Sword’s shoulder disappeared just as suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally freed, Oil Sword stumbled backward, gasping for air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah…hah…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He struggled to catch his breath, his gaze darting around to find the one who had restrained him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When his eyes landed on his opponent, Oil Sword’s jaw dropped in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was young. Far too young.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At most, he looked to be barely in his twenties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sharp, ferocious features aside, his youthful appearance was striking. He might have even been younger than he looked. At best, he was no more than a late-stage junior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet… this boy had completely subdued him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s with the staring? Gonna look away, or what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man furrowed his brows, his tone sharp and disdainful. Without realizing it, Oil Sword averted his gaze slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Damn it—!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling the humiliation burn in his chest, Oil Sword’s hand instinctively moved toward his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop this…!! If this continues, I’ll have no choice but to disqualify both of you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Alliance warrior’s stern warning held him back just in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oil Sword gritted his teeth and suppressed his anger. He couldn’t afford to lose the chance to participate in the Bi-mu-je. After all, he had come here to make a name for himself. It seemed his opponent understood this as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steeling himself, Oil Sword’s trembling voice steadied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You… are lucky.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To think you dared lay a hand on my body. I could have severed it right here, but the Alliance’s rules have spared you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confident that his opponent wouldn’t push things further and risk disqualification, Oil Sword thought he could end this here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he underestimated his opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You won’t have such luck next time, so prepare y—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell are you even saying, you piece of shit?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opponent—Gu Yangcheon—wasn’t the type to let such words slide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Oil Sword could react, Gu Yangcheon’s foot shot forward. Seeing it, Oil Sword instinctively cloaked himself in Qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Hwagyeong master’s defensive aura enveloped his body—a powerful, nearly impenetrable barrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Yangcheon’s kick shattered Oil Sword’s defensive aura like tofu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was unbelievable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oil Sword tried to dodge, but before he could even move, Gu Yangcheon’s leg struck again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crunch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tip of Gu Yangcheon’s foot landed squarely between Oil Sword’s legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sickening crunch echoed in Oil Sword’s ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh… damn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The men watching couldn’t help but flinch, instinctively covering their groins. It was an uncontrollable reflex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after, Oil Sword collapsed to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guuuuooooooohhhh!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oil Sword was plunged into a new universe of pain.\u003C\u002Fp>",2531,"2026-06-05T15:10:12.585Z",1,"novelbin.me","7d8eba10bf347e4fb518b5d1b9a132a9ea274bd5635e48e0076a88eec6eedd56","childhood-friend-of-the-zenith-chapter-687","childhood-friend-of-the-zenith-chapter-685",974,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fchildhood-friend-of-the-zenith-cover.jpg"]