Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 593

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Chapter 593
Yeo Ha-ryun was the protagonist of the Jicheon Cheonma, and his period of unity arrived even faster than in the original work. Naturally, he was formidable.
Without even needing to kill others to replenish his inner energy, powerful qi flowed abundantly through his entire body.
Yet despite this, the problem was that the Young Lord did not yield.
‘The Blood Dragon Body never appeared even in the Jicheon Cheonma….’
I watched their battle with eyes that never relaxed their vigilance.
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The formless technique of the Cheonma Supremacy Scripture.
Yet even without physical form, it possessed enough power to overwhelm an opponent.
Such force was blocked by the protective qi, resulting in a deadlock.
Moreover, when the Cheonma True Qi touched the Glacial White Divine Art, it froze rather than dispersed!
‘Troublesome.’
The Glacial White Divine Art.
Counted among the supreme techniques of extreme yin energy, this martial art’s characteristics differed fundamentally from other techniques.
Where the Cheonma True Qi suppressed opponents through its unique oppressive weight, this froze the very essence of qi itself, erasing its mobility.
Moreover, its nature was different.
If the Cheonma True Qi was impact, this was erosion.
Of course, if the difference in power were clear, such distinctions would be meaningless, but that was not the case now.
The opponent’s inner energy was equally formidable.
Crack. Crack.
The opponent approached, freezing the Cheonma True Qi.
Gunbaekgeom’s blade flew forward leisurely, yet carrying a strange vertigo within it.
As the instinct that evasion was difficult struck him, Yeo Ha-ryun suddenly stepped forward and extended his hand.
Crash!
“A pity. Had it been the Glacial Frost Blade, I would have severed your hand and frozen it.”
Hand and blade collided, yet their respective qi maintained a stalemate in midair.
Qi scattered outward and exploded.
An ordinary person would have been caught in this explosion, coughing blood and perishing.
“If I kill you and then that Soggakju, Jegalling’s expression would be quite worth seeing, wouldn’t it?”
Gunbaekgeom was talkative.
Was it the aftereffect of being dead for so long before resurrection?
Or was it the inferiority complex from when he was defeated and killed by Hyeolrin Gwangssal Jegalling in the past?
Yet such matters were beyond Yeo Ha-ryun’s concern.
He simply gazed at his opponent with reddened eyes.
‘A secret technique of the Hyeolseonggyo. If that’s the case….’
Yeo Ha-ryun applied force to his hand.
That hand ultimately grasped the opponent’s blade firmly.
Though their qi canceled each other out, grasping a blade with bare hands still wounded the hand.
The skin of his hand split open, and blood flowed down.
Yet he did not stop.
And simultaneously, his hand turned black.
The foreign sensation surrounding his hand was distinctly different from the qi that enveloped it!
At that moment, a subtle twist formed within Yeo Ha-ryun’s grip.
Crack. Crackle crackle!
Crash!
The sword shattered like glass.
Gunbaekgeom’s eyes widened in shock, and his qi wavered for an instant.
As the force that had been steadily eroding the surroundings faltered, the Cheonma’s true qi surged forward in a torrent.
Boom!
With the explosion, Gunbaekgeom was sent flying backward.
Dozens of scales on his body were torn away, and he bled profusely.
“Gack!”
Gunbaekgeom spat blood as he was hurled back.
Yet Yeo Ha-ryun merely gazed down at him with a cold expression.
Blood flowed from Yeo Ha-ryun’s hand, freezing in the cold, but soon shattered into fragments and scattered away.
As if brushing away something filthy, Yeo Ha-ryun flicked his hand once to shake off the blood shards before speaking.
“How weak.”
“You… bastard… How did you do that? How did you destroy my sword…?”
Yeo Ha-ryun did not answer.
He merely turned his hand black once more, just as he had when destroying the sword.
Seeing this, Gunbaekgeom’s pupils narrowed vertically like a reptile’s.
“You’ve contained qi in your hand. How is that even possible…?”
What strange ability did eyes transformed like a dragon’s grant him?
“You bastard! How can you control qi with bare hands without even using a sword!”
Gunbaekgeom had discovered the secret of Yeo Ha-ryun’s hands.
“Go to the afterlife and ask the King of Hell yourself.”
Shimmoo’s Ultimate Technique—True Breaking Heaven Palm.
Yeo Ha-ryun’s body rushed forward like lightning, his palms extending outward.
In response, Gunbaekgeom gritted his teeth and thrust both palms forward to meet him.
Two palms infused with the qi of the North Sea Ice Palace technique!
Crash!
Yet.
Astonishingly, the qi of the North Sea Ice Palace technique was drawn into Yeo Ha-ryun’s black hands as if being devoured, and vanished.
Crack!
As a result, both of Gunbaekgeom’s hands bent at grotesque angles and shattered.
Red scales fell away as Gunbaekgeom shrieked in agony.
“Kraaagh!”
“This is the end.”
Yeo Ha-ryun’s hand returned to its natural color, and a black sphere materialized before him, extending outward.
Upon reaching Gunbaekgeom, it expanded and unleashed a tremendous explosion.
Crackle, crackle, crackle.
The surrounding landscape warped simultaneously.
It shattered into fragments and transformed back into the reality before them.
As Yeo Ha-ryun looked around, the people remained exactly where they were.
The martial competition had ended.
The Gungju rushed toward Gunbaekgeom, who lay collapsed in a pool of blood.
“Geom!”
The Gungju called out his son’s childhood name as he ran forward and caught him.
I watched him with a complicated expression.
His son had died twice before his father’s eyes.
Even though he had brought it upon himself, the complexity of emotion did not fade.
Yeo Ha-ryun felt a strange compassion emanating from his brother.
‘Yes. That is the kind of brother he is.’
Though he would not express it, being a villain, fundamentally this brother was human, and humans ultimately feel compassion.
‘That is why we walked different paths from the beginning.’
Knowing that his brother’s path and his own would never intersect, Yeo Ha-ryun had decided to be content with merely parallel lines.
“Heaven takes my son from me once again!”
Blood streamed from the Gungju’s eyes.
“Only my son could protect the North Sea Ice Palace! Only my son could inherit the Guardian’s will and protect the world! Only… only my son!”
The Holy Maiden wept along with her father’s lament.
Yet these were not tears shed because her only brother had died again.
‘Father… why was I not also your child?’
He had never once remembered her birthday.
But she had thought it only natural, for he was the North Sea Ice Palace Master. There was no need for him to concern himself with such trivial matters.
So spending her birthday with her wet nurse had become routine.
‘I could not even take my brother’s place.’
Gunbaekgeom, unable to know his daughter’s heart, simply wiped away his tears of blood.
Blood vessels stood out in his eyes.
He tried to set down the corpse of his son Gunbaekgeom and rise.
That was when it happened.
“Cough… hack… cough…”
Gunbaekgeom, thought to be dead, exhaled while coughing up blood.
Everyone stared in shock as the Gungju embraced his son once more.
“Geom! Are you conscious! Geom!”
“F… father…”
“Yes. I am here. Your inadequate father, who let you die for the sake of rules and pride, is here! Rise. Rise…”
“Step… back… so I… am not…”
“Geom?”
“Kaaaagh!”
Thud!
Archduke Gunbaekgeom opened his mouth and tore into the Gungju’s throat.
“Father! Faaaaaather!!”
The Holy Maiden rushed forward, but one of the Elders blocked her path.
“First Elder! Please let me go! Father is….”
“Enough. A creature who has already lost both arms cannot stop him. We cannot allow a dog’s death.”
“Ah… Ahhh….”
What could I say?
That I despised Father, that only my brother was truly his child, that I no longer considered him my father?
I was not even given time to voice my anger.
My brother Archduke Gunbaekgeom drank in the blood of the Gungju, his own father.
Yet the Gungju did not push away his son.
“Ah… my son…. Is it already… too late….”
The Holy Maiden, his daughter, embraced her brother with a tenderness she had never shown before.
In silence and shock.
The Gungju Gunbaekgeom closed his eyes and opened his mouth.
“My daughter….”
The Holy Maiden trembled.
“Take what comes next. The position of Gungju is now yours.”
And as his body crumbled, Archduke Gunbaekgeom, now completely transformed beyond human shape, rose covered in his father’s blood.
Scales sprouted across his face, and his teeth were no longer those of a man.
“Kyaaaaaaaa!”
A monstrous roar erupted from him as he stood.
The Elders sighed and stepped forward.
“We have lost a precious bloodline to Hyeolseon’s schemes.”
“It cannot be helped.”
“We must purify the Young Lord and restore the Guardian Sect.”
The guardians bound to the holy ground finally unleashed their power.
The aura released by these five wove together like chains, binding the Young Lord Archduke Gunbaekgeom.
This was not martial technique.
A formation!
Like a sword formation, the five powers merged into one.
“Kaaaaaa!”
The Young Lord resisted, his entire body radiating an aura reminiscent of blood rather than the extreme yin energy of the North Sea Ice Palace technique.
Yet his resistance could not match the overwhelming force of the five Elders. His entire body began to slowly freeze.
Just as Yeo Ha-ryun’s Cheonma formation had frozen before.
This time, it was the Young Lord’s blood energy that froze instead.
Watching this, I reflected.
‘He lived selfishly to the very end.’
His pride and arrogance at refusing to surrender the Icebound Sword led him to gamble with his own life—and he lost, dying in defeat.
Because of this, the Gungju had descended into madness, and the suffering it caused was beyond measure.
That wasn’t all.
I had tormented my Master Jegalling, and even after my resurrection, I had never shown any genuine goodwill.
As I held such thoughts in a corner of my mind.
An extraordinary transformation began to unfold.
Whoosh!
Vital energy blazed to life.
It melted the freezing body and pushed back the Elders’ power.
“Isn’t that the power of Hyeolseon!”
“We must block it with all our strength!”
As the Elders cried out in alarm, Yeo Ha-ryun was already rushing forward.
But before Yeo Ha-ryun could reach him.
The Young Lord let out a scream.
“Kaaaaaaaaaaa!”
Simultaneously, blood poured from his entire body.
As if to expel every drop of blood within him, he sprayed it forth like a fountain.
The moment Yeo Ha-ryun froze at the sight.
A tremendous force ascended from below the mountain like a soaring dragon, shattering the Young Lord’s body to pieces.
Boom!
The body exploded, and laughter echoed through the air.
‘No. Who on earth could this be? This is a sacred ground—outsiders shouldn’t be able to enter without permission, should they?’
As I pondered this.
“Hahaha! So things are unfolding this way?”
Three Masked Persons appeared alongside cheerful laughter.
Cho Cheon-gun, Geumgwang Seongmo.
‘How did Hyeolseonggyo get here?’
But I had no idea who the remaining one was.
He spoke.
“Greetings. Seed of Banson. I am the Tong Cheon Sect Leader. Ah… in the world, I am called the Hyeolseon Sect Leader.”
Uuuuuuung–
‘The Hyeolseon Sect Leader?!’
In that instant, a tremendous aura engulfed the North Sea Ice Palace!

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