Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 277

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Chapter 277
The sleeve of the hand gripping the Hwa Weol fluttered.
A swift strike executed in a single heartbeat.
The overwhelming speed of the sword descent created a fleeting illusion—as if the world itself, time itself, had frozen.
And within that stillness, only one figure moved: Cheon Hui.
Swoosh—
The Hwa Weol, infused with the inner power of the Plum Blossom Divine Art, cut horizontally, igniting a crimson light.
The fierce red radiance, bright enough to swallow sunlight itself, was blinding to behold.
‘Maehwa Seong Ryu.’
Before the form could even be consciously shaped, the Hwa Weol, charged with intent, manifested its meaning.
From one end, the red light traced a line, a trajectory along the horizon.
And in the moment that trajectory completed.
Whoooosh—
The air roiled violently in the wake of the horizontal arc, belatedly reacting to what had already passed.
Then the frozen time flowed forward again.
Boom!
The churning air erupted.
A violent shockwave tore across the Estate Grounds of the Blood Feather Sword Clan, wrapped in silence, and scattered outward.
Those nearby were forced backward by the fierce wind that descended upon them.
“It’s an aura storm!”
“Quick! Gather your inner force!”
The momentum embedded in the violent gust caused everyone nearby to feel their entire bodies tingle.
Having stepped back several paces, they trembled under the shock that swept across them.
They saw nothing.
Just a single scarlet sword-light appeared before their eyes, and the world split asunder.
Truly, it was the manifestation of an exquisite sword technique.
The Melcheon Hwa gazed with reverence.
The warriors of the Blood Feather Sword Clan stared with nothing but dread in their eyes.
Everyone stood breathless, gripping their composure as they watched the unfolding situation—when.
“Hmm, perhaps I was too shallow?”
A light voice sounded.
It came from where the shockwave had erupted.
Cheon Hui, who had just demonstrated that terrifying sword technique, tilted his head and let his blade hang downward.
“It hardly felt satisfying.”
As he spoke, his gaze fixed straight ahead.
An old woman and a younger woman stood before Heuk Ya Cha, their eyes radiating a cold light.
The state of both was far from intact.
Their hair, which had been neatly bound, now fell in disarray, scattered in all directions, and blood trickled from between their lips.
Signs of internal injury.
Yet Cheon Hui was not satisfied.
‘Is that old woman the most skilled among them?’
As he surveyed the two who had managed to block the Maehwa Seong Ryu that had been unleashed in an instant.
“I nearly lost my head there.”
Heuk Ya Cha muttered in a peculiar voice, dusty and strange, and raised a hand to smooth back his hair.
The ashen hair that had fallen to his chest was no longer visible.
It had been severed clean at the neck.
It must have been cut away in that single blade strike.
‘……Such a monster exists.’
Though he affected an air of composure in his words, the pupils behind the demonic mask flickered uncontrollably.
All pretense of ease had long since vanished.
The undulating blue light in his gaze was shot through with bewilderment and shock—raw confusion laid bare.
He was a master of overwhelming prowess.
Heuk Ya Cha bit his lip slightly.
As the bitter taste of blood rolled across his mouth, his wavering composure gradually steadied.
Once his mind had settled, he opened his mouth.
“……Guardian, Chwi Ryeon.”
“You called, Lord.”
“You called for us.”
At his summons, the two who had remained frozen spoke in quiet voices, answering him.
Neither turned their backs.
Under normal circumstances, it would be cause for alarm.
But he was well aware that this was precisely because they needed to guard against Cheon Hui.
Heuk Ya Cha’s hand rose slowly.
As the sleeve fell away, a peculiar hand made entirely of jet-black muscle appeared.
“Kill him.”
The cold command fell.
As if they had known such an order would come, they launched themselves forward without hesitation.
Both deployed the speed technique of the extreme.
Their opponent was a master—and not merely any master, but a world-class one who had felled even a Mujeonggdogaek.
To hold back, to spare their strength even slightly, would be to invite certain death.
From the opening moment, they threw themselves into the fight with absolute commitment, betting everything on a swift victory.
‘There is no room to hold back.’
Yeo Un Yak, her blade drawn and raised, charged forward while releasing all her Internal Force.
Light burst across her entire body.
Wrapped in a brilliance as dazzling as starlight, she drew her sword.
Screech-screech-screech!
An ear-grating discord accompanied the blade strike of light as it tore through the air.
Those watching gasped, their eyes widening at the ferocity of the assault.
“That… that is…”
“The Gwangbi Geom?!”
Someone cried out in shock.
At the same moment, every eye snapped toward the old woman, and a chill ran through them all.
“Then that old woman must be…”
Dan Li Gwan Cheon trailed off.
They had suspected that anyone brought by Heuk Ya Cha would be no ordinary figure, but what had arrived was far grander than anticipated.
“…Seonghuijeonryurin!”
Those watching recognized the identity of Seonghuijeonryurin, and the crowd erupted in chaos.
Whoosh—
Through it all, Cheon Hui shifted calmly to the side, his movement unhurried.
The blade strike that had nearly grazed him struck the wall instead, detonating with vicious force.
The shockwave sent his hair rippling.
‘The Gwangbi Geom? Has she mixed sword wind with blade force?’
Just as Cheon Hui was analyzing the Gwangbi Geom—
Crack!
A sharp killing intent materialized from behind.
The Cold Woman, Chwi Ryeon, had seized that moment to claim the space at Cheon Hui’s back.
It was a flawless ambush.
She had mastered a martial art exceedingly skilled at concealing presence, erasing herself so completely that she now drove her narrow blade straight forward with lethal precision.
Screech-screech-screech!
Light flashed.
It was a cutting, swift form.
A glint of killing intent passed through Chwi Ryeon’s eyes.
She was a master of Sa Hyuk Ryeon, trained since youth to become a bodyguard.
She had faced masters superior to herself more than once, all in defense of her mistress.
And each time, she had emerged victorious.
The Sasayeongyeol.
This supreme martial art, learned directly from the leader of Sa Hyuk Ryeon, had brought her victory even against masters of several ranks above her own.
This time would be no different.
‘No matter how skilled, at this distance he cannot evade my blade.’
The narrow blade, imbued with chaotic killing intent, was driving toward Cheon Hui’s heart when—
Whoosh—
She saw Cheon Hui’s left hand move in her field of vision.
‘The reaction was quick, but it is already far too late—a desperate parry that changes nothing.’
Chwi Ryeon’s eyes went cold and dark.
Whatever he did now, he could not possibly block her outstretched blade in time.
By the moment his hand reached her, the narrow blade would have already pierced his heart.
And yet—
Flash!
Cheon Hui’s hand vanished in an instant.
It all transpired in the blink of an eye.
At the same moment, Cheon Hui’s left hand snatched Chwi Ryeon’s wrist as she wielded the Hyeopgeom.
It was flawless Plum Blossom technique.
“……!”
Chwi Ryeon’s eyes widened.
‘How is this even……’
She could not hide her shock.
But it lasted only a moment.
Years of cultivation had taught her reflexively to draw forth her Internal Force to free her trapped wrist.
Yet.
“Pointless.”
A low voice reached her ears, and her body was suddenly wrenched forward.
Cheon Hui had pulled her in.
In an instant, as she was drawn to close range, Cheon Hui’s presence filled her entire vision.
‘There exists such a person in this world……’
Her throat tightened.
Beneath eyebrows that curved slightly upward at their tips, she met eyes of perfect indifference—and an emotion she had long forgotten stirred within her.
Fear.
In the instant her pupils trembled.
Whoosh!
A savage wave of energy crashed down upon her.
The sword in Yeo Un Yak’s hand was being wielded, unleashing a fierce cutting wind.
It was the Gwangbi Geom.
The blade strike surged forward without hesitation.
Despite Chwi Ryeon being caught in Cheon Hui’s grasp, it seemed intent to cut through both of them together.
“Oh, so you’re just going to cut through both at once? How ruthless. Isn’t that something. Terrifying.”
Despite his words, Cheon Hui smiled coldly.
Then he hurled Chwi Ryeon away as if tossing her aside, directly into the path of the incoming blade.
“But that’s a mistake.”
“……!”
“……!”
Both Yeo Un Yak, who had unleashed the strike, and Chwi Ryeon, who suddenly found herself meeting it, were taken aback.
She hastily raised the Hyeopgeom.
And desperately drawing forth her Internal Force, she swung the blade wide to meet the strike.
The Internal Force of Sasayeongyeol flared to life.
A turbulent, scorching power that seemed to consume even the soul wrapped around the Hyeopgeom.
Crash!
The sword energy collided with the incoming force in a direct impact.
The thin blade of the Hyeopgeom quivered under the shock for a brief moment.
Whip!
The sword energy, leaving traces of its passage like a meteor across the sky, shot upward.
“Gasp!”
Chwi Ryeon’s brow furrowed as she barely deflected the strike.
Her wrist throbbed with pain.
“Chwi Ryeon!”
Then came Yeo Un Yak’s urgent cry.
The moment she turned her head in alarm, a burst of deep crimson blossoms suddenly filled her entire field of vision.
It was a strange, mesmerizing sight.
As she stared, entranced, at the spectacle before her.
Slide—
A soft scarlet radiance gleamed between the petals.
It was the blade of the Hwa Weol.
Spray!
Blood scattered, and an arm flew.
Chwi Ryeon’s eyes flew wide open.
The hand holding the Hyeopgeom fluttered in the air, spraying crimson blood in all directions.
And belatedly.
“Ugh……”
A groan escaped her lips.
Overwhelming pain made her mouth convulse involuntarily.
But she swallowed the groan.
‘I have to protect the Faction Lord!’
Glancing at Heuk Ya Cha, she steadied herself and raised her right arm.
Then she brought it to the left shoulder where her arm had been severed.
Sizzle!
She ignited Sammae Jinhwa.
It was a temporary measure.
“Ugh!”
Agony flooded through her, threatening to steal her consciousness, but she gritted her teeth and endured.
The acrid stench of burning flesh filled the air.
A sickening reek.
“That kind of thing……!”
“To bear such pain, swallow!”
Those watching stood aghast.
Who would have imagined that mere moments after losing an arm, she would cauterize her own shoulder?
As everyone shuddered at Chwi Ryeon’s ruthlessness and watched in horror—
“Good judgment.”
Cheon Hui offered his praise.
In battle, excessive bleeding was among the most common causes of death.
In such circumstances, a response like that was nothing short of excellent.
“You as well.”
Cheon Hui shifted his gaze and pivoted his body. Deploying the An Hyang Pyo, he moved with feather-light grace.
Screech!
A razor-sharp blade whistled past the tip of his nose.
It was Yeo Un Yak’s surprise assault.
“So that’s what the Faction Destruction wanted.”
Watching Yeo Un Yak swing her sword, Cheon Hui traced a smile across his lips.
A light one.
But the woman watching him had no choice but to stiffen.
A Speed Technique that compressed space itself.
And Martial Prowess that overwhelmed the Mujeonggdogaek.
Everything was enough to sharpen her vigilance to its peak.
She urgently halted her Speed Technique.
Wheeeee—
The moment her feet touched ground, a shockwave rippled outward and her face contorted.
‘……My balance!’
Her eyes wavered.
Having forcibly stopped the Water-Skimming Technique, which she’d been executing at maximum intensity, her thighs and calves screamed in protest.
But she bore the pain, twisted her body, and swung her blade in one fluid motion.
Starlight Wheel Blade.
The sword that had once slaughtered scores of Murim fighters with a single stroke descended upon the Gangho once more, crossing the expanse of decades.
The blade traced a brilliant arc, flashing toward Cheon Hui’s waist in an instant.
A sword blazing with pristine white light.
The fourth form of Starlight Wheel Blade—Brilliant Sword Phosphorescence—wrapped ghostly white flames around the blade.
‘An intriguing sword technique.’
Cheon Hui watched the Brilliant Sword Phosphorescence with interest, then swung the Hwa Weol overhead.
The Hwa Weol fell from above.
Within it bloomed the beautiful Inner Power of the Plum Blossom Divine Art, transforming into petals of crimson light.
‘Plum Blossom Falling.’
As his sword point lowered—
A red plum blossom drifting in the air softly landed upon Yeo Un Yak’s Brilliant Sword Phosphorescence.
Where ghostly flame met crimson petal.
The space between them shattered.
Boom!
Forced to endure the cascading Plum Blossom Falling, Yeo Un Yak faltered and stumbled backward.
Her condition was poor.
Her complexion had gone ashen, and deep furrows creased the space between her brows.
The visage of someone barely holding something back.
Only for a moment.
“Retch!”
At last, Yeo Un Yak vomited a mouthful of blood onto the ground.
Dark, viscous blood and scraps of entrails.
It was clearly a fatal internal injury.
Yeo Un Yak coughed up blood violently, gritting her teeth as she reached for her sword again.
“I let my guard down.”
Heuk Ya Cha surged forward.
In an instant, he burrowed into Cheon Hui’s embrace. It was a speed technique of remarkable swiftness.
That was when Cheon Hui’s brow furrowed slightly.
He could have brushed him away at any moment, but Cheon Hui allowed him to press close.
There was something familiar about the aura that emanated from him as he unfolded his speed technique.
‘Could it be?’
When Cheon Hui’s eyes widened a fraction as he belatedly discerned the aura spreading from his opponent,
—Thump.
Heuk Ya Cha’s long sleeves fluttered as his palm, wrapped in pitch-black sagi, struck precisely against Cheon Hui’s solar plexus.
The first blow ever to land on Cheon Hui.
In the next instant, ash-colored hair shot skyward, and violent internal force erupted.
Boom!
Heuk Ya Cha’s robes ballooned outward.
Simultaneously, a faint circular wave of force spread outward from the black hand that had struck Cheon Hui’s solar plexus.
The subtle essence of the Naegajungsubeop—its true form.
A martial art that destroys and detonates the opponent’s interior in a single breath unfurled.
“Melcheon Hwa.”
With Heuk Ya Cha’s strange incantation, a violent explosion tore through Cheon Hui’s interior.
Crash!
Heuk Ya Cha’s eyes blazed with murderous light.
The force was unmistakably distinct in his hand.
It had struck true.
It was a perfect attack that should have meant instant death.
And yet.
“…What are you?”
A bewildered voice cut through the silence.
Shocked, Heuk Ya Cha lifted his gaze, his composure shattered.
Cheon Hui’s eyes had narrowed to slits as he looked down at him.
Heuk Ya Cha was staggered—despite being hit by Melcheon Hwa, Cheon Hui appeared utterly unharmed.
He couldn’t believe it.
Melcheon Hwa was a technique learned from his master, and its power was unparalleled under heaven……
‘……Even taking the direct hit head-on, he appears completely untouched.’
When Heuk Ya Cha’s gaze confirmed this, his eyes filled with shock.
“How do you……?”
Cheon Hui opened his mouth, then fell silent.
What followed was an even more astonishing and devastating revelation that struck Heuk Ya Cha’s ears—no, his very mind—like a thunderbolt.
『……You’re cultivating the Gwihon Ma Gyeong of the Hang Clan, which was exterminated?』

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