Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 27

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Chapter 27
A moment later, the impact from the collision with Tai Shan Yi Quan caused the brick wall to collapse with a thunderous crash.
Crack-crackle—
The disciples of Bao Wang Men, who had been stunned by the shocking outcome, snapped back to attention at the loud noise and moved in perfect unison.
“M-Master!”
“Are you all right!”
Even as they rushed to pull Tai Shan Yi Quan out from beneath the collapsed rubble,
……
the members of Plum Blossom Sword School—except for Jik Geom and Seol Ran—stared at Tian Hui with expressions that seemed unable to distinguish dream from reality.
It was martial prowess so extraordinary it left them breathless.
Of course, the martial skill displayed five years ago at the Five Sacred Mountains Conference had been shocking in its own right, but this was a blow of an entirely different magnitude.
“There’s no comparison to back then.”
“……Such power……”
“No wonder the elder sister and elder brother would hang on Master Tian Hui’s every word.”
Unlike the others in their amazement, Jik Geom and Seol Ran, who had been grinning widely since Tian Hui’s entrance, murmured with casual indifference.
“He’s the real deal, as expected.”
“Master Tian Hui is something else, truly.”
The two, speaking in unison, exchanged glances and smiled faintly before nodding in agreement.
……!
At that moment, Jik Geom’s eyes, which had been gazing over Seol Ran’s shoulder, suddenly widened dramatically.
“Brother?”
Seol Ran turned in confusion at the sudden shift in Jik Geom’s expression.
Thud!
Jik Geom struck the ground forcefully.
Deploying the Falling Leaf Leg Technique, which consumed considerable Internal Energy, Jik Geom dashed past her; Seol Ran turned to follow his gaze.
And then she understood why.
At the edge of her vision, Jik Geom was embracing two figures—a man and a woman—in a tight hold.
“Family……”
Watching Jik Geom’s joyful reunion, a bitter smile crept unbidden across her lips.
At that moment, an unnatural sound echoed across the courtyard.
Crack-crackle-crack—
The collapsed wall convulsed violently, and Tai Shan Yi Quan emerged from beneath it.
The disciples of Bao Jing Dan stared at Tai Shan Yi Quan, who appeared unharmed, with relief washing over them—
“Ugh.”
Tai Shan Yi Quan let out a short groan and clutched his abdomen, where internal injuries had taken their toll.
“M-Master!”
“A-Are you all right?”
As a Bao Wang Men disciple rushed to support him, Tai Shan Yi Quan raised one of his massive hands—large as a cauldron lid—to wave him away.
Though he appeared intact at first glance, Tian Hui’s Internal Heavy Water Method had violently shaken his organs, leaving him in considerable distress.
Thump—
Tai Shan Yi Quan, whose forehead now bore raised sinews from the strain of enduring the pain, forced his lips open with difficulty.
“I’m……fine.”
Gritting his teeth, he urgently drew upon all the Internal Energy from Tai Shan Kong.
Whether it was due to forcibly suppressing the internal injuries with his Internal Energy, his complexion grew noticeably calmer, though his expression remained rigid.
‘Merely one strike……and such damage.’
Once he had stabilized, he glared at Tian Hui.
Just one fist technique.
Yet with that alone, this young Taoist had revealed to him—one who had already reached the pinnacle of a Master of Fist—just how formidable his opponent truly was.
A long furrow of wrinkles carved itself across his brow.
‘I dare not underestimate this foe.’
Around that time, Tian Hui was observing Tai Shan Yi Quan and those standing around him.
‘Was that really supposed to be the sect leader?’
Tian Hui tilted his head.
For someone called a sect leader, Tai Shan Yi Quan’s bearing and skill were far too insignificant.
Compared even to those standing beside him, there was little to distinguish him.
“Who are you?”
At that moment, Tai Shan Yi Quan spoke up.
“Me?”
Tian Hui let out a small laugh and turned the question back on him, flicking the sleeve upon which a red plum blossom was embroidered.
“Don’t you see this? Or are you so ignorant you can’t tell what it means?”
Tai Shan Yi Quan’s face had turned crimson.
He was already seething over what that young Daoist had done to him, and now to be openly mocked on top of it all—his fury was about to burst from his chest.
“How could such a man be a Daoist of Huashan Sect!”
Tian Hui watched Tai Shan Yi Quan trembling as he spoke, then stopped the hand he’d been waving.
“Oh, so you do understand.”
Crack!
Far from stopping, the continued mockery sent Tai Shan Yi Quan’s face a deeper shade of red.
“You insolent cur!”
Unable to contain his rage any longer, he finally erupted, stomping his foot hard with a thunderous boom.
“All of you, form ranks!”
His roar of command rang out like a lion’s cry.
“Yes, Master!”
The members of Bao Jing Dan—formerly known as Bao Wang Men—shouted back in unison, scattering in all directions to form a circle around him.
‘Go ahead then. Do something.’
Tian Hui waited to see what would come next.
Soon the Bao Jing Dan members surrounding him took a combat stance, radiating a palpable killing intent.
Tian Hui’s eyes narrowed.
The atmosphere and momentum had grown far sharper than before—he could feel it.
‘I was hoping for something, but this is a letdown.’
Tian Hui felt the wind going out of his sails.
He hadn’t even been hoping for the Sword Demon Formation or the Plum Blossom Sword Formation.
He’d simply wanted someone worth fighting, and this didn’t even come close.
‘Wasted my time waiting.’
Tian Hui’s expression turned cold and flat.
Yet to those watching, his stillness appeared in a different light altogether.
‘Hah! He’s paralyzed by the pressure of the Bao Jing Formation and can’t move!’
Tai Shan Yi Quan’s stern face relaxed into confidence.
No matter how skilled a master might be, numbers were always an advantage.
“No matter how skilled you are, you cannot possibly escape the Bao Jing Formation!”
With his triumphant cry, the morale of the Bao Jing Dan members surged.
“Attack, all of you!”
Riding the momentum, Tai Shan Yi Quan gave his command.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The Bao Jing Dan members rushed in from all sides as if they were a single organism.
Tian Hui swept his gaze across them all.
Swords, blades, fists, and palms descending toward him.
The weapons and secret martial arts they wielded were diverse, yet perfectly synchronized.
Slip—
Tian Hui, who had been watching, raised his index finger.
Seeing him raise his finger instead of drawing a sword, the faces of the Bao Jing Dan members twisted into cold sneers.
But they did not know.
That this gesture was their death sentence.
Flash!
The Red Light blazed across the surroundings, and beautiful plum blossoms bloomed in all directions.
A vision so breathtakingly lovely it could steal one’s soul.
Yet the result it wrought was merciless.
Thud—Thud—
Corpses with holes pierced through their foreheads rolled across the ground from every direction.
“That was—!”
Go Gye Young, who had been exchanging blows with Jik Geom, threw her eyes wide open and stared ahead.
‘Yes! That was it! That Red Light issuing from his finger—it penetrated the Cold Face Sword Ghost!’
Jik Geom, watching from the side, was equally horrified.
“What exactly was that—”
For five years serving Tian Hui, he had believed himself to know him well.
But he had been mistaken.
‘Does Huashan Sect possess such a Formation Technique?’
Jik Geom recalled the Formation Technique he had just witnessed.
The plum blossoms that bloomed from the index finger alongside the Red Light were beautiful, yet brutal.
‘When did he ever learn such a martial art?’
Jik Geom struggled to calm his racing heart.
It wasn’t just today—even ordinarily, he’d never dared to harbor thoughts of keeping pace with Tian Hui.
He’d believed himself talented, selected directly by his master, but meeting Tian Hui had opened his eyes.
Compared to Tian Hui, his own talent was nothing but a firefly before the sun.
‘He truly is a master.’
As Jik Geom reached this conclusion.
“……!”
The remaining members of the Plum Blossom Sword School were bewildered by the Formation Technique that Tian Hui had just deployed.
Startled by martial arts they’d never seen before, they immediately turned to Seol Ran, who ought to know something about this situation, and pressed her with questions.
“S-senior. What is that?”
“Does our sect have a Formation Technique like that?”
“Do you know, senior?”
Seol Ran shook her head at her martial sisters’ questions.
“I don’t know either.”
Her mouth had gone dry.
‘He dispatched all of them—the opponents who gave us such trouble—before we could even blink.’
Like the other members of the Plum Blossom Sword School, her heart felt as though it might burst from shock.
‘The Tian Hui I’ve seen all this time wasn’t everything. Where does his true depth end?’
As she gazed at Tian Hui, a far deeper reverence kindled in her eyes than before.
Then.
Whoosh!
Tian Hui’s silhouette vanished.
“……!”
The Bao Jing Dan members charging forward widened their eyes at Tian Hui’s sudden disappearance.
Screech!
And then came the sharp sound of air being torn behind them.
Crack!
Their waists bent like scythes.
Tian Hui, materializing and vanishing like a mirage, wove through their ranks, reaping their lives.
“The Bao Jing Formation is…….”
Tai Shan Yi Quan’s jaw hung slack.
The Bao Jing Formation was a Formation Technique that amplified and pressured the Internal Energy of the Bao Jing Dan members.
‘He’s breaking it with pure force…….’
A chill ran down his spine.
Even with his strength, could he break through the Bao Jing Formation by force alone?
He shook his head.
Though Tai Shan Yi Quan possessed the Internal Energy of one master, the formation was maintained by some fifty members.
“At this rate…….”
Realizing that he and his forces were being driven into a corner, Tai Shan Yi Quan urgently drew upon his Internal Energy.
He then fixed his gaze on Tian Hui, who was slaughtering the Bao Jing Dan members, and waited for his opening.
‘I have only one chance to strike!’
His eyes narrowed to slits.
There was only one path left.
To unleash his one Ultimate Technique, the Heavenly True Fist, which had earned him the epithet Tai Shan Yi Quan in times past.
As he gathered all his Internal Energy into his fists and watched Tian Hui for a moment.
‘Now!’
The instant he saw Tian Hui seize a Bao Jing Dan member by the throat, he stomped the ground.
And with it, he threw his right fist forward.
Whooooom!
A violent gale erupted.
As the tremendous energy of the Heavenly True Fist swept over Tian Hui like a wave.
“About time you showed up.”
Tian Hui looked at him and waved his hand.
Crack!
The air between them shattered.
“……!”
Tai Shan Yi Quan’s jaw hung slack.
The Heavenly True Fist, unleashed at full force, was reduced to nothing by a mere gesture.
“This is… impossible…….”
Watching the stunned Tai Shan Yi Quan, Tian Hui reached out and twisted his throat.
“Gasp!”
Tai Shan Yi Quan grasped Tian Hui’s right hand with both of his own, straining desperately to break free.
“Ugh—hack!”
Tian Hui glanced down at the man’s forearm, where veins bulged beneath the skin, and murmured almost idly.
“Why are these children so fragile?”
“……!”
Tai Shan Yi Quan’s eyes went wide.
What kind of thing was that to say?
‘Fragile? You’re the monster here!’
“Ack—ack!”
But the thought never left his lips, stifled by the hand closing around his throat.
“Not even satisfying.”
Tian Hui watched Tai Shan Yi Quan thrash without interest, then simply tightened his grip.
Crack-crack-crack—
The vertebrae shattered, and he was gone.
Tian Hui stared into the hollow eyes of the lifeless Tai Shan Yi Quan for a moment, then hurled him aside with a flick of his wrist.
The corpse flew three lengths through the air, landing amid the ranks of the Bao Jing Dan members.
Gulp—
They stared at the dead body of Tai Shan Yi Quan, their tongues caught between their teeth, rendered speechless.

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