Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 135

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Episode 135
“……Riffraff?”
Hundun’s eyes turned vicious.
“No wonder you’re arrogant beyond measure—you’re Baek Sa Sin’s disciple.”
At that, Cheon Hui let out a soft laugh.
The Gucheon Ap Noe he’d deployed to confuse them had proven far more successful than expected.
“I’m not his disciple.”
Hundun’s brow furrowed.
“Then you must share the same master.”
“No. You’re barking up the wrong tree entirely.”
“So you’re saying we have no connection?”
“If there is one, there is. If there isn’t, there isn’t.”
Only then did Hundun grasp the intent behind Cheon Hui’s words.
“……You don’t even intend to answer.”
“Took you long enough.”
Cheon Hui’s lips curled upward.
His thoughts laid bare before him.
A tangled mess, dizzyingly complex.
……
Hundun’s eyes darkened.
Despite the lingering heat of the day, the air itself seemed to freeze beneath the chill radiating from his gaze.
“A day-old pup that knows no fear of tigers—that’s exactly what you are.”
“Precisely.”
Cheon Hui’s smile deepened.
“Wherever you were raised, you don’t just fear the tiger—you think you are the tiger.”
“Are you calling this seat a day-old pup?”
“Who else would it be?”
“……Interesting.”
Hundun’s voice dropped lower.
In the next breath, he gripped his Woldo and drew it in one fluid motion, raising it skyward.
The blade’s tip pointed toward the sun.
“I’ll teach you which one is the tiger.”
He brought it down in a sweeping arc.
A savage wind pressure carved through the space.
Cheon Hui twisted his body lightly.
As the wind shrieked, the cold gust that descended ruffled his Martial Robe and hair.
Whiiiish—
Simultaneously, a chilling murderous aura shot forth.
“You dodge like a rat.”
The moment the cool voice struck his ears, the haft bent with a sharp twang.
Whoooosh—
At the same instant, the Woldo traced a great semicircle toward Cheon Hui’s throat.
Clang!
Sparks erupted as the Woldo rebounded.
Cheon Hui, who had blocked the Woldo with his sword seemingly from nowhere, gazed at Hundun without a trace of concern.
As though nothing at all had occurred.
“Is that all? You’ve drawn the Woldo—at least show me some real martial arts.”
Cheon Hui spoke matter-of-factly.
“……Remarkable.”
A chill ran down Hundun’s spine.
‘He blocked it so easily.’
Though he had unleashed his full strength in a technique meant to kill without hesitation, his opponent had deflected it effortlessly.
“No day-old pup, after all.”
Since the manifestation of the Heavenly Martial Realm, he had observed everything—Internal Force, martial arts, skill itself.
There was nothing lacking in his opponent.
“A shame to kill him…….”
Hundun drew forth his Internal Force.
The dark aura of Mo Long Gong began to ripple across his Woldo.
No—it extended beyond that, reaching toward the sky.
And the post-ceremony disciples who beheld that aura felt their hearts plummet.
“Such powerful internal force?”
“Dao Gang?!”
Peng Cheol Wi’s face went ashen.
In his gaze fixed upon the Dao Gang wrapping the Woldo, despair seeped through.
To wield such clean, refined Sword Qi meant standing among the very highest of Mugeuk境 masters.
Only those on the threshold of Heavenly Martial Realm could employ such supreme technique.
“Lord Peng. Are you saying someone capable of such Sword Qi is present there?”
Je Gal Seung Ho asked in alarm.
His eyes could not follow the flow of the current situation.
“……Yes.”
Peng Cheol Wi spoke, his saliva catching in his throat.
“That cannot be……”
Je Gal Seung Ho squeezed both eyes shut.
Even for Ilwol Mun, the number of masters capable of wielding Sword Qi could be counted on one hand.
The sect leader, the four chief protectors, and the Four Fiends.
No one else.
Which meant——
“Could it be one of the Four Fiends?!”
At Je Gal Seung Ho’s words, everyone gasped.
The Four Fiends were each at minimum Mugeuk境 masters, worthy to lead an entire sect without the slightest incongruity.
At that moment, Mo Yong Sang stiffened.
At the mention of the Four Fiends, the black aura surging toward the sky caught his eye.
‘This aura……’
It matched perfectly with that of the man his uncle had once warned him to flee from without hesitation, should they ever meet in Gangho.
“Hundun!”
As his cry burst forth——
“Still, it’s a bit much,” Cheon Hui murmured.
He gazed at the pitch-black aura as if tethered to the heavens themselves, and drew his blade.
A white sword that stood in stark contrast to the black aura.
The straight edge of the Baeklyon Geom angled toward the black Hundun and his Woldo.
Cheon Hui, smiling faintly, spoke.
“I’m curious what martial art that is.”
“If you’re that curious, I’ll show you.”
A smile spread across Hundun’s face as well.
It was a grin unlike any before—one touched with eerie sincerity.
“As a parting gift for your journey to the Yellow Springs!”
Whoosh.
Hundun swung toward Cheon Hui with everything he had.
Pouring all his internal force into the stroke.
A half-hearted attack against such a master could mean falling victim to his counteroffensive.
Boom!
The black Dao Gang carved through the air like ink, leaving a trail of shadow before it reached Cheon Hui’s chest.
‘Can he escape this?’
Hundun was certain—just as the Black Moon Blade Form had cut down countless others before him, so too would it rend his opponent in two.
As it had so many times in the past.
The dark arc of death closed in upon Cheon Hui’s chest in a heartbeat.
Yet Cheon Hui neither dodged nor retreated.
Instead, he stepped forward.
And brought his blade down vertically.
Swish——
A simple descent from above to below.
No technique, no momentum—merely a clean, unadorned sword stroke.
‘What is he thinking?’
Hundun’s eyes narrowed.
The blade falling toward him was far too slow, and it still bore no Sword Qi.
Compared to the martial art and power he’d just witnessed, it was pathetically weak.
So brittle it would shatter in an instant against the Black Moon Blade Form.
But the moment the two blades met——
Crash!
‘What?!’
Hundun’s expression froze in shock.
The Woldo, which he’d thought would collide with the blade, suddenly warped away in an unexpected direction.
But that wasn’t all.
Whoosh—
The pristine white blade of the Baeklyon Geom appeared as if from a phantom, sweeping forward in a sudden rush.
“Snap!”
Hundun drove his feet hard against the ground.
As he swung the Woldo and retreated, Hundun glared at Cheon Hui.
“That just now…….”
Hundun’s voice trembled.
Because he’d sensed a different momentum than before, he was able to clearly witness the astonishing sight that had just unfolded.
Which was why he couldn’t believe it.
The moment the Heukmwol Doshik and blade collided, the Woldo had been drawn along as if pulled by his sword.
It wasn’t just the Woldo.
The Internal Force from both Dao Gang and Mo Long Gong had been subtly swept up in his flow.
In that instant, every hair on his body stood on end.
“What did you just do?”
“Can’t you see? I reversed it.”
“Reversed it? The Heukmwol Doshik?”
A tremor rippled through Hundun’s eyes.
“Did you use Ihwa Jeobmok?”
“Something like that.”
Hundun’s face contorted.
“You’re talking nonsense. Even the Taegeuk Geom of the Wudang School couldn’t perform Ihwa Jeobmok in such a manner.”
His voice rose higher with each word.
Did any of this make sense?
‘Reverting the momentum of Heukmwol Doshik with mere Ihwa Jeobmok?’
Unless one was an elder of the Wudang School, it was nearly impossible.
‘Are you mocking me?’
A murderous aura erupted from Hundun’s body.
Meanwhile, Cheon Hui couldn’t fathom why Hundun was so angry.
He hadn’t done anything particularly remarkable.
He’d simply reversed the force using Ihwa Jeobmok.
Yet here Hundun was, astonished.
Cheon Hui shook his head slowly.
The standard’s really dropped.
“If you’re really curious, want me to show you again?”
“You can do it again?”
“If you want.”
Hundun clenched his teeth.
He clamped down so hard that his teeth made a sound as if they might shatter.
“Try reversing this one too!”
Hundun lifted the Woldo in a flash.
The Woldo rippled with murderous Dao Gang as it fell toward Cheon Hui once more.
Cheon Hui lightly raised his blade.
Then, following the path of the descending Woldo, he guided his sword gently to the side.
“……!”
Seeing Hundun’s mouth gape open in shock, Cheon Hui let out a small laugh.
“How was that? It worked, didn’t it?”
Hundun unconsciously stepped back three or four paces.
“This… this can’t be…….”
It wasn’t Sword Technique, nor Sword Form.
He simply read his opponent’s movement, then altered its trajectory.
Hundun bit his lip.
He bit so hard that blood came.
“You bastard!”
He spat out a cry mixed with blood.
Then he swung with all his might.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The black Dao Gang rose up like a storm, sweeping toward Cheon Hui with violent force.
Cheon Hui and the surrounding ground alike would be obliterated—the force was that devastating.
But.
Whoosh—
Cheon Hui sidestepped the entire assault with nothing more than a nimble shift of his feet.
Hundun glared at him, slippery as an eel, and unfurled a form wreathed in fury.
“Hah!”
His Dao Gang radiated outward in all directions, as though it would rend Cheon Hui and everything around him asunder—yet.
It stopped.
Cut short mid-strike.
Cheon Hui had already blocked the Woldo with his blade, and now he raised his left palm and drove it straight into Hundun’s chest.
Crack!
His hand—which had shattered the Woldo’s haft—impacted precisely into Hundun’s abdomen.
In that instant, the breath punched from his belly.
Boom!
The back of his Martial Robe tore to ribbons.
“Cough!”
Hundun staggered, blood spraying from his lips.
“Hack… hack…”
Though the shock had stolen the light from his eyes, he remained standing—barely—his hands gripping the Woldo now split cleanly in two.
“Cough! Cough!”
Then, finally, his knees buckled.
Watching from a distance, the post-ceremony disciples could not tear their eyes from the duel unfolding before them.
“…How… how is this possible.”
“A master who raises the Dao Gang, utterly helpless against him.”
Confronted with the stark contrast—Hundun on his knees, Cheon Hui standing untouched—they gasped in disbelief.
Peng Cheol Wi, in particular, who had witnessed the final technique Cheon Hui unleashed, clenched his fists.
Cheon Hui, though barely a speck in his distant vision, loomed in his eyes like an insurmountable mountain.
Je Gal Seung Ho, meanwhile, nearly laughed aloud.
‘Excellent!’
The moment he recognized his opponent as Hundun, despair had gripped him.
For Ilwol Mun to dispatch Hundun here meant they had decided to settle this conclusively.
But now the tide had turned.
‘With Hundun defeated, Ilwol Mun won’t dare act rashly any longer.’
His mind raced with keen insight.
Sending Hundun had required tremendous resolve from Ilwol Mun itself.
Yet Hundun—whom they had surely believed invincible—had fallen.
Ilwol Mun would be in shock.
‘Nothing but confusion.’
Je Gal Seung Ho’s eyes gleamed.
Ilwol Mun would have no choice but to move with extreme caution from this moment forward.
What that meant was simple.
‘Now I have time to escape.’
His gaze turned westward.
Toward Lanzhou, in Gansu Province, and the Shin family compound that lay there.
While Peng Cheol Wi sank into frustration and Je Gal Seung Ho’s mind turned to calculation, the three remaining post-ceremony disciples stood in silence.
Mo Yong Sang stood beside them, his mouth agape in disbelief, while Hwang Bo So Hyeon had lost all words.
And Yang Se Ryeong gazed quietly at Cheon Hui.
‘Who… exactly is he…’
She had known him to be a master, but this was an entirely different caliber.
As her pupils flickered with uncertainty.
Step—
Cheon Hui, dusting off his hands, began to move.
The moment he approached the blood-spitting Hundun and raised his blade skyward—
“Everyone, protect the Dharma Protector!”
Ilwol Mun disciples poured in from all directions.
Cheon Hui cast them a glance.
Roar!
In an instant, he detonated his Internal Force.
Crack-crack-crack!
In that moment, a radius of ten paces of earth sank nearly a hand’s breadth.
“Hack—!”
“Urgh—!”
The Ilwol Mun disciples who had rushed forward couldn’t press their attack; they bent at the waist under the mounting pressure.
As the oppressive force intensified and they couldn’t draw breath, their bodies pressed flat against the ground.
“Who told you to move on your own?”
Cheon Hui looked at them with a cold smile playing at his lips.
The disciples of Ilwol Mun felt their skin crawl at that glacial grin.
That was when it happened.
“……I’ll kill you.”
A desolate voice cut through the air.
In the same breath, Hundun—who had been kneeling with his head bowed—snapped his gaze upward.
His eyes blazed like wildfire.
At once, the Mo Long Gong internal force erupted from his entire body skyward, warping the surrounding air as it thrummed with trembling force.
Then he rose slowly to his feet.
Gripping the Woldo in its half-destroyed state, his eyes gleamed as he hurled the shattered hilt away.
Crack!
Cheon Hui tilted his head lightly, slipping clear of the hilt’s trajectory.
“Still have strength left, I see?”
“…….”
Hundun straightened the Woldo before him.
A blade cleaved in half.
Yet its momentum felt more sinister now than when the blade had been whole.
A fierce aura stretched forth in spokes from the courtyard’s center, claiming the space.
In that instant, a dark dragon rose from his Woldo, coiling upward.
The final form of the Heukmwol Doshik.
The Mukyong Seungcheon.
Whoooosh!
The rushing wind pressure sent Cheon Hui’s hair whipping about; his Martial Robe billowed wildly.
Cheon Hui brushed his loosening hair back with ease.
“Now that’s decent.”
With those words, his eyes flashing with keen brilliance, Cheon Hui drove his blade forward toward Hundun as he came rushing in alongside the dark dragon coiled in his Woldo.
‘Impossible—!’
Murderous aura exploded from Hundun.
A slow thrust, delivered with absolute honesty.
Seeing the blade come so deliberately, so slowly that he could dodge it at any moment, Hundun twisted his mouth into a sneer and swept the Woldo horizontally.
The dark dragon opened its jaws wide.
It swallowed the thrusting blade and Cheon Hui in a single gulp.
‘I’ve won—!’
Just as he began to smile in victory.
Crack-crack-crack!
Fractures spiderwebbed across the dark dragon.
It shattered into pieces, and through the gaps shot the keen point of a blade, sharp as ice.
“——!”
Hundun released the Woldo without hesitation.
With the Mukyong Seungcheon destroyed, clinging to the blade served no purpose whatsoever.
What mattered most now was simple: evade that blade.
Fortunately, the approaching sword moved slowly.
And its path was honest and direct.
He could dodge to the side or deploy his Bobeop—either would suffice.
He tensed the tips of his toes with urgency.
In that same instant, just as he began to unfold his Bobeop.
“Gasp—”
He drew only empty air.
As though his feet had taken root in the earth itself, they would not come free.
Hundun’s expression twisted with bewilderment.
‘Why……?’
In that moment, the blade that had been three paces away arrived at his chest.
That span of time was infinitesimal.
Shorter than a single blink—a mere fraction of an instant.
Yet it felt endless to Hundun.
It felt like an eternity had passed.
And only when the blade drew near did he finally understand.
From the beginning, there had been no escape from this.
Thunk!
The sword pierced his abdomen.
Boom!
The shockwave from the Mukyong Seungcheon shattering erupted like a delayed afterblast.
Dust billowed up, obscuring his vision.
Whirrr—
A faint wind swept past moments later.
The dust-laden breeze swept through once, catching both Cheon Hui and Hundun.
“…… You’re strong.”
With Cheon Hui’s sword still lodged in his abdomen, Hundun’s lips parted to release a thin thread of blood.
But only for a moment.
“Keh, keh-keh.”
Hundun suddenly began to laugh.
As if he’d lost his mind.
Still bleeding, he laughed for a brief span, then fixed his gaze upon Cheon Hui and spoke.
“But how pitiful.”
“Pitiful?”
“That you would dare touch this sect.”
Hundun’s focus began to blur.
He forced his half-closing eyes open wide, meeting Cheon Hui’s stare.
“Had you but left this sect untouched, you might have earned renown.”
“You still don’t understand. It wasn’t I who touched something I shouldn’t have—it was all of you.”
Hundun’s body convulsed as he listened to Cheon Hui’s words. Then he burst into laughter.
“Keh, keh-hah! Like the man I once was. The man who feared nothing in the Gangho!”
Hundun twisted his lips.
“But you too will come to understand the truth. This damnable place called the Gangho—no one can survive it alone.”
At his words, Cheon Hui let out a cold laugh.
Not surviving alone.
“That’s the excuse of the weak, like you.”
“So then, let’s just—”
“You talk too much.”
Cheon Hui paid no further heed to his words and yanked the blade free from Hundun’s abdomen.
Blood poured from the wound.
“Kack!”
His eyes rapidly lost their light from the excessive hemorrhaging, and his body pitched forward.
Thud!
Cheon Hui shook the blood from his blade.
And just as he was about to sheathe it—
‘Hmm?’
Cheon Hui’s gaze turned toward the ridge.
A figure approaching from the distance at tremendous speed carried an aura that was nothing short of remarkable.
“This newcomer is quite formidable.”
Then, moments later—
“…… Ryeong!”
With an anguished cry came a middle-aged man dressed in a pure white Martial Robe.
The broad-framed man with thick features surveyed the surroundings as if searching for something, his complexion gradually turning deathly cold.
“You. It was you.”
The middle-aged man’s calm hair began to stand on end around him.
Simultaneously, his gaze shifted toward Cheon Hui.
‘Considerable strength.’
Cheon Hui met the middle-aged man’s icy gaze and gripped his sword.
A power that resonated through every fiber of his body.
And the exchange of Internal Force that occurred in that instant was far from ordinary.
‘Not even comparable to Hundun.’
Not merely Hundun, either.
His aura ranked among the most formidable masters Cheon Hui had encountered in this lifetime.
It was then that the man’s mouth slowly began to open.
“So you’re the one who caused this mess?”
The aura radiating from him churned the air like a tempest, yet Cheon Hui stood unmoved by its force.
“Yes…….”
The moment Cheon Hui opened his mouth.
“Wait, please stop!”
A woman’s urgent voice cut through the tension.
It was Yang Se Ryeong.
The middle-aged man, seeing her rush toward him, immediately kicked off the ground.
Boom!
Coarse dust erupted in all directions.
Yang Se Ryeong cried out as she pushed through the cloud of dust, her voice trembling.
“Father!”

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