Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 243

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Chapter 243
“Tsk, tsk. How arrogant. Truly arrogant.”
Ki Ryeon No extended a withered finger, skeletal as a dead branch, and pointed at Cheon Hui.
“You think you alone can stand against both me and him?”
Cheon Hui watched the old man’s accusing finger and twisted his lips into a smile.
“That’s right.”
“Puhahahah!”
Ki Ryeon No doubled over, clutching his belly in uncontrolled laughter.
His laughter subsided only when tears had streamed down his face, and he regarded Cheon Hui once more.
“Hehe, you’re only the second person to treat me with such disrespect.”
“Only the second?”
Cheon Hui tilted his head, curious.
“Is that all you’ve managed?”
At Cheon Hui’s contemptuous remark, Ki Ryeon No’s laughter died abruptly.
“You’re young—you haven’t learned to fear the world yet.”
A chill of Killing Intent flickered across Ki Ryeon No’s gaze as he studied the boy, then vanished as quickly as it had come.
Just as his hand began to move—
“That one is mine.”
Baek Ui Gwi Myeon’s eyes glittered with Killing Intent as he fixed his gaze on Ki Ryeon No and spoke.
“You handle those others.”
“A shame. I would have enjoyed tearing him apart with these hands.”
Ki Ryeon No glanced sideways at Baek Ui Gwi Myeon, chuckled dryly, and withdrew.
Whoosh!
Baek Ui Gwi Myeon unleashed his Killing Intent.
Rage now dominated his mind entirely.
‘How dare they touch this Bak Do……!’
Baek Ui Gwi Myeon stared at his severed blade and ground his teeth, letting Killing Intent pour forth.
The Bak Do in his grip was a gift from Chong Chae Ju himself—a weapon no less precious than the new life it had once granted him.
And now it lay shattered like this.
Split clean in half. The broken end rested in the hands of this blood-soaked child before him.
“You……damn you!”
His eyes, burning with cold fury, climbed higher still, as if reaching toward the heavens themselves.
“What?”
Cheon Hui watched Ki Ryeon No move toward Hyeon Yang and Hyeon Heo, his brow furrowing slightly.
“Aren’t you coming at me together?”
Baek Ui Gwi Myeon’s eyes narrowed.
“You alone are enough for me.”
“Doesn’t look that way to me.”
Cheon Hui tilted his head with a slight smirk and drew his blade.
“Well, it doesn’t matter. After I kill you, I’ll just have to finish off that old man too.”
At Cheon Hui’s confident words, Baek Ui Gwi Myeon’s face hardened like ice.
“You cling to empty hope.”
As he spoke, his eyes blazed with a ghastly light.
His Internal Force began to churn violently, his eyes turning crimson as—
Roar!
Uncontrolled Killing Intent detonated outward.
In the same instant, his leisurely, indifferent expression twisted into something ghastly and vile.
Just as his epithet suggested—Ghost Face.
“It is you who will die here.”
With those words, Baek Ui Gwi Myeon stamped the ground with tremendous force.
Boom!
A shockwave erupted from his harsh True Step, and he launched forward like an arrow.
One step, two steps, three steps……
With each impact, his speed accelerated, and the distance between them collapsed in an instant.
Seon Poong Bo.
A crude Speed Technique that did nothing but propel him forward with raw velocity.
But it was sufficient.
Crack—
His shoulders twisted violently, and the wrist holding the blade bent sharply.
The broken Bak Do swept downward in an arc, following the motion of his arm.
Shreeeeeek!
A violent slash accompanied the lunging attack, tearing through the air with tremendous force.
Had he taken it head-on, even a Master of the Wuji Realm would have struggled to deflect such power.
But his opponent was Cheon Hui.
Clang!
With a light twist of his blade, Cheon Hui deflected the slash and gazed forward.
In the same instant the slash was turned aside, Baek Ui Gwi Myeon closed the distance and swung the sabre in his hand.
Shreeeeeek!
The sabre tore through the air with a shriek, descending in a chopping motion that split the sound itself.
The blade plunged downward as if to cleave Cheon Hui’s skull in two.
But.
Whoooosh—
The sabre swept past with a resonant flourish, not even grazing Cheon Hui’s robes, and carried through empty space.
Baek Ui Gwi Myeon cried out before he could stop himself, his eyes wide with disbelief.
“What—!”
He couldn’t believe it.
With just half a step, the man had dodged the sweeping sabre as easily as brushing aside a feather.
It was a movement so fluid that seeing it didn’t make it real.
But that was far from over.
Pivoting on his right foot, Cheon Hui spun once and tapped the ground lightly.
Thump!
In an instant, he reached the tip of Baek Ui Gwi Myeon’s nose, and a cold smile twisted at the corner of his mouth.
“That’s not all, is it?”
At the mocking words, Baek Ui Gwi Myeon gripped his sabre again and swung it with brutal force.
Learned directly from Chong Chae Ju, and refined through countless encounters with Masters of the Wuji Realm, his technique was a deadly art.
The Flash Lightning Sabre.
The swift and perfectly timed sabre technique lunged for Cheon Hui’s throat in one breath, but.
Whoosh—
The blade met only empty air.
“…?!”
Horror flooded Baek Ui Gwi Myeon’s eyes.
Cheon Hui, who had been standing before him, had vanished in an instant.
As though he were nothing but a phantom.
‘When did he—?!’
Without blinking once, Baek Ui Gwi Myeon turned his head desperately to find Cheon Hui, who had disappeared like a man possessed by a ghost.
“Ah!”
He jerked his head back in panic.
A sharp blade was already swinging toward his skull.
Snip—
Severed strands of hair scattered through the air.
The instant Baek Ui Gwi Myeon, barely clinging to his life, tried to raise his head.
Thwack!
Cheon Hui’s palm, fully extended, drove directly into Baek Ui Gwi Myeon’s undefended chest.
Dribble—
Dark blood streamed from Baek Ui Gwi Myeon’s nose and mouth.
In that moment, Baek Ui Gwi Myeon’s mind went white.
No thoughts emerged.
It was as though everything in his head had been scattered to the winds.
Such crushing force radiated from his chest throughout his entire body.
Thud—
Then Cheon Hui stepped closer to Baek Ui Gwi Myeon, who remained trapped in agony.
“Tsk, it’s been so long since I’ve used it. I didn’t put my full strength into that one.”
He looked down at Baek Ui Gwi Myeon, whose body trembled uncontrollably.
What Cheon Hui had just deployed was the Maehwa Jang, a technique that any Huashan Sect disciple could learn.
But the moment that ordinary palm strike flowed from Cheon Hui’s hands, it became a technique equal to the supreme Palm Arts of the Ascendants.
Mixed with exquisite piercing force, it had set all of Baek Ui Gwi Myeon’s organs vibrating.
“So shall we end this now?”
Cheon Hui was just about to raise his sword when.
“Ugh—you, you bastard!”
Baek Ui Gwi Myeon’s mind snapped back.
Yet he was far from whole.
Black blood still dripped from his mouth and nose, mingling with saliva and mucus.
But the pupils of his eyes, fixed on Cheon Hui, still radiated that same thick, suffocating Killing Intent as before.
“Grind!”
Baek Ui Gwi Myeon gnashed his teeth ferociously.
The Seom Jeon Do was his most confident technique. By speed alone, it could be argued as the fastest in Nok Rim.
Yet it had cut through empty air in vain.
He had never experienced such a thing before.
And what that phenomenon meant was singular.
‘I must pour everything I have into killing this bastard.’
The forearm gripping the blade swelled massively, and a wild Inner Power erupted from within him.
The Crazed Heart Technique!
An Internal Force Heart Technique that could not be mastered without crossing the threshold of madness now revealed itself to All Under Heaven.
Cheon Hui observed him with what seemed like fascination.
“Oh? Still more to give?”
A faint smirk played across Cheon Hui’s lips as he raised his sword and taunted him with a contemptuous flick of the blade.
“Go on. Give me everything.”
Crack!
Baek Ui Gwi Myeon’s grip on reason snapped entirely as Cheon Hui continued to belittle him.
Baek Ui Gwi Myeon planted his feet with the True Step.
Thud!
A heavy sound thundered forth.
A chill blade strike radiating Radiance scattered outward.
Truly fast, and heavy.
The characteristic weight and speed of the Seom Jeon Do merged with his rampant Inner Power, amplifying the already formidable destructive force to new heights.
Screeeee―
The reinforced assault was so swift that the sound of the air being torn asunder came only after the blade had already passed.
At last, the Seom Jeon Do connected.
But in that moment.
Clang!
The Bak Do, swung with full force, was suddenly intercepted by a sword that had materialized from nowhere.
‘How… how is he blocking it so easily?’
Baek Ui Gwi Myeon’s pupils trembled.
The power of the Seom Jeon Do, merged with the Crazed Heart Technique, was more than double its original might.
Even the most skilled master would struggle to parry it so effortlessly…
‘Could it be that this bastard has reached the same realm as Chong Chae Ju?’
Instinctively, he shook his head to deny the thought that had surfaced.
It was an absurd idea.
Chong Chae Ju’s Martial Prowess was of what caliber?
Aside from the Eight Martial Gods, few in the Gangho could rival him—such was his realm.
How could a boy who scarcely had time to dry the blood from his head have reached such a stage?
‘It’s impossible.’
Baek Ui Gwi Myeon attempted to withdraw his blade, denying the thought that kept resurfacing.
But then.
“……!”
The blade would not budge.
At that moment, Cheon Hui’s lips parted, and brilliant white teeth filled his vision.
“I had high hopes, but you’ve disappointed me.”
Staring at Cheon Hui, his monotone voice left him involuntarily recoiling.
In those dark, indifferent eyes, he saw his own terrified reflection.
“I think it’s time to end this.”
Cheon Hui’s eyes gleamed with an eerie light.
As Baek Ui Gwi Myeon met those eyes, where a faint crimson glow was rising, he swallowed hard beneath the crushing pressure that now dominated the space around him.
Flash!
An intense red radiance was unleashed upon him.
The Severing Light Sword Technique.
One of the sword techniques that had been lost and forgotten even within the Huashan Sect for centuries now manifested anew in Cheon Hui’s hands after such a long age.
Drip, drip―
Baek Ui Gwi Myeon crumpled slowly.
The embedded blade pierced through his back and emerged, dripping with fresh, searing blood.
Thud.
The moment Baek Ui Gwi Myeon released his blade.
“Hack!”
Blood poured from his mouth.
Dark blood stained his robes and pooled across the ground.
“Well, that’s one down.”
Cheon Hui spoke coldly as he drew his sword.
Scrape—
Baek Ui Gwi Myeon’s body crumpled slowly, collapsing into the pool of blood with a wet splash.
Cheon Hui glanced down at the fallen form, wiped the blood from his blade, and slung it across his shoulder.
Then he turned his gaze toward Ki Ryeon No, who stood dazed and forgotten even as Hyeon Yang and Hyeon Heo continued their struggle.
“Now it’s your turn, isn’t it?”
Ki Ryeon No’s adam’s apple bobbed violently.
‘This… this can’t be.’
He’d suspected the man was a master when he shattered Baek Ui Gwi Myeon’s technique.
But this was something else entirely.
Even if Baek Ui Gwi Myeon was the weakest of the Four Kings of Nok Lim, he was still one of the Four Kings.
To topple such a man as though toying with him—Ki Ryeon No was hopelessly outmatched.
Sweat seeped through his garments.
‘I have to run.’
His eyes darted desperately as he launched himself from the ground—
“And where do you think you’re going?”
“You won’t escape!”
Hyeon Heo and Hyeon Yang cut off his retreat.
“…You bastards!”
Trapped, Ki Ryeon No’s brow furrowed in rage.
Then it happened.
Crack!
Something flew down and struck the ground before him.
“What?!”
“What just—!”
Hyeon Yang and Hyeon Heo recoiled as the weapon struck.
‘The Yu Yeop Do?! Has he come?!’
The moment Ki Ryeon No recognized the blade embedded in the earth—its entire length curved—his face lit up.
And then.
Tap.
An expressionless old man descended from above, landing gracefully before the blade.
Ki Ryeon No’s cry rang out.
“Mu Jeong Do!”
The old man called Mu Jeong Do glanced sidelong at Ki Ryeon No, then lifted the Yu Yeop Do.
“You look pleased with yourself.”
His scornful remark made Ki Ryeon No’s expression darken.
But he quickly shook his head.
He understood how much strength Mu Jeong Do’s arrival brought to their cause.
“You came alone?”
“Hardly.”
Mu Jeong Do spoke quietly.
“Everyone’s here.”
Before his words had even finished—
Thud-thud-thud!
Dozens of Nok Lim fighters materialized, forming ranks on either side of Ki Ryeon No and Mu Jeong Do.
“…!”
“Reinforcements? Another wave?!”
Hyeon Yang and Hyeon Heo paled.
Even before this, the Huashan Sect had been losing ground.
And now more enemies arrived.
As their faces darkened, Ki Ryeon No let out a hollow laugh.
“Hehehehe, now we—”
Crash!
In that instant, an explosion tore through the air, and Ki Ryeon No coughed blood, flying backward.
Caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, the Nok Lim Daoist tried to catch Ki Ryeon No as he flew toward him, but—
“Gasp!”
Unable to withstand the force of the incoming strike, he was sent flying back nearly a dozen paces alongside Ki Ryeon No.
“……!”
“Elder?!”
Mu Jeong Do and the Nok Lim Daoists started in alarm, their eyes fixed on the spot where Ki Ryeon No had been.
Cheon Hui stood there.
Cheon Hui lowered the foot with which he’d kicked Ki Ryeon No skyward, his gaze sweeping across Mu Jeong Do and the gathered Nok Lim Daoists.
“Well, well? Quite the crowd.”
Cheon Hui muttered the words softly, meeting their eyes before twisting one corner of his mouth into a crooked smile.
“Did you all come here hoping to die by my hand?”

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