Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 30

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Chapter 30
The man who stepped out from the inner chamber, Ba Wang Wen Zhu, glared at the young Daoist who had spoken to him so disrespectfully, then froze at the sight around him.
‘What in the world?’
Scattered around the young Daoist were disciples of the Ba Wang Sect in their Martial Robes—some groaning, others collapsed in terrible shape.
As he hurried to examine them—
“……!”
Ba Wang Wen Zhu’s expression shifted sharply.
Among those sprawled around the boy were members of his Ba Tian Tuan and Xue Sha Dao Ke himself.
‘Xue Sha Dao Ke has……’
His mind raced.
Xue Sha Dao Ke was among the top five Peak Masters within the Ba Wang Sect.
Yet he lay defeated here in less than a quarter hour.
Along with the Ba Tian Tuan members, no less.
‘If that’s the case, then this boy must be at least a Peak Master himself!’
Even as Ba Wang Wen Zhu was turning this over in his mind—
Crack—
the young man’s lips split into a grin.
In the darkness, his teeth gleamed pure white as he looked at Ba Wang Wen Zhu and spoke.
“So you’re the sect leader?”
Ba Wang Wen Zhu’s brows shot upward.
Killing intent surged from his body at the disrespect from one so much younger, and his Martial Robes billowed outward.
“You little brat!”
Who was he, after all?
The Zhuan Lun Blade—among the handful of supreme masters in Shaanxi Province and renowned throughout the land.
Moreover, the leader of the Ba Wang Sect, which had been swiftly rising in power of late.
“Did you orchestrate all of this?”
“Then who else do you think did it? Unless your eyes are knots in a log, you ought to know.”
Tian Hui spoke with an expression of disdain, and the muscle in Ba Wang Wen Zhu’s forehead twitched as his fists clenched.
“Do you know where you even—”
He stopped mid-shout.
Only then did the young Daoist’s appearance come fully into focus.
A robe the color of dark ink, with crimson patterns sparsely visible like drops of blood.
In particular, when he saw the patterns densely embroidered across the sleeves, his eyes went wide.
‘Plum blossoms? Plum blossoms?’
Ba Wang Wen Zhu’s shock spilled outward.
A Daoist robe with plum blossom embroidery existed in only one place in all the land.
‘Could it be that Leng Mian Dao Gui and Ba Jing Dan failed their mission!’
As this thought seized him and his teeth clenched—
“Master!”
“Sect Leader!”
A hundred warriors appeared beside him and dropped to one knee in unison.
They were the Ba Tian Tuan, the final pillar of the Ba Wang Sect’s military might.
Ba Wang Wen Zhu looked down at the young man in front and bellowed.
“What were you doing while this catastrophe was unfolding!”
“I—I beg your pardon.”
Trembling from head to foot under Ba Wang Wen Zhu’s fury, the young man—Suo Jing Ming, the Ba Wang Sect’s senior disciple and leader of the Ba Tian Tuan—hurriedly bowed his head.
His apology came in a rush.
“I will attend to it at once, sir.”
Ba Wang Wen Zhu stared at the back of Suo Jing Ming’s lowered head and thought.
‘His skill falls short of Xue Sha Dao Ke’s, but his Combined Attack with the Ba Tian Tuan members is unmatched in our sect.’
Ba Wang Wen Zhu smiled coldly to himself.
Though Suo Jing Ming was his disciple, he harbored not a shred of affection for him.
To him, Suo Jing Ming was merely a weapon.
Nothing more, nothing less.
‘There seems no chance of victory, but I can at least measure his true strength.’
Once he had calculated everything, he spoke.
“Then don’t delay—deal with him at once.”
“Yes, sir!”
As Ba Wang Wen Zhu commanded with cold eyes, Suo Jing Ming and the Ba Tian Tuan roared in acknowledgment and straightened their bent knees and backs.
Then Suo Jing Ming fixed his gaze on Tian Hui.
“And who the hell are you?”
“You insufferable worm! It’s not enough that you’ve caused a disturbance in our sect—you dare speak to your master with such insolence? I’ll beat some respect into that thick skull of yours!”
The forceful rebuke from Suo Jing Ming sent a ripple of brightness through the Ba Wang Sect disciples’ faces.
“The Ba Tian Tuan leader has stepped in!”
“If it’s Ba Tian Tuan, even that bastard should—!”
Suo Jing Ming felt the weight of their admiring gazes and encouraging shouts, and his shoulders straightened with pride, his chin tilting upward.
‘Heheheh, if I make a show of myself here, the sect master’s position in the next generation is mine.’
As he reached to draw his blade, a thought crossed his mind.
‘I wonder if this will serve as a little exercise after dinner.’
Tian Hui, watching the proceedings, took in the full measure of those arrayed against him.
Two hundred terrified Ba Wang Sect disciples, and a hundred warriors primed for combat.
That was every presence he’d sensed.
“A moment should suffice.”
Though his expression remained flat, Tian Hui’s words carried an unsettling edge as he clenched his jaw.
Whoosh!
The Ba Tian Tuan members surged forward like a column of ants, their blades flashing toward Tian Hui.
“No matter how skilled you are, you won’t escape from this formation!”
The moment they moved to execute their Combined Attack—
Thud.
Tian Hui took a single step forward, and every one of them felt a shockwave slam into their chests.
“Cough!”
Dozens of them were hurled backward through the air.
“What… what is this…?”
Suo Jing Ming had barely begun to form the Combined Attack when he watched the Ba Tian Tuan members scattered like autumn leaves—and terror seized him.
Crack!
Pain exploded across his chest.
And that was the end of him.
“—!”
The Ba Wang Sect Master’s eyes trembled at the sight of Suo Jing Ming collapsing, his chest caved in.
‘In… in a single blow?’
Cold sweat beaded across his forehead.
The others seemed oblivious to what had just transpired, but he had seen it clearly—every detail etched into his mind.
Dozens of Blade Winds appearing and vanishing in an instant.
‘When did Huashan Sect cultivate such a monster…?’
The Ba Wang Sect Master’s mouth went dry.
“P-please… spare—” Gag.
All the while, Tian Hui continued his work methodically.
The Ba Tian Tuan members who had charged forward with such confidence now lay as cold corpses on the ground, while those fortunate enough to survive could neither think of flight nor move from where they stood.
It was Tian Hui’s very presence that froze them.
“Then…”
Tian Hui turned his gaze slowly from side to side.
Flinch!
In that instant, the Ba Wang Sect disciples averted their eyes, turning their heads away from his stare.
“So there are a hundred of you left?”
Tian Hui’s eyes had already accounted for every last one of them.
Tap.
His feet moved lightly, and what followed was a one-sided slaughter.
“N-Sect Master!”
“Save us, please!”
The Ba Wang Sect disciples fled desperately toward their master, crying out for aid.
“…Enough. Hold.”
At last, the Ba Wang Sect Master stepped forward.
He drew the blade at his waist and fixed his gaze on the approaching Tian Hui.
Shing!
The blade had a somewhat unusual form.
Its width was considerably greater than a normal blade, yet its length was some six inches shorter.
With the blade slung across his shoulders, the Ba Wang Sect Master let his voice fall low and measured.
“So there is some skill in you after all.”
Tian Hui, whose expression had been dismissive until now, finally seemed to register that he had encountered someone worth regarding—a faint smile crossed his lips.
“For a sect master to show a different eye than the rest of your rabble, I suppose you have some measure of discernment.”
“Why would a Huashan Sect disciple attack the Ba Wang Sect?”
Tian Hui let out a soft laugh.
The motive was painfully transparent.
“Why? Playing dumb?”
……
Ba Wang Wen Zhu’s eyes went cold.
So he had come to the Ba Wang Sect knowing the full situation all along.
“Is there something you want?”
“Something? Not particularly—well, actually, there is one thing.”
Tian Hui, who had spoken as though the matter wasn’t worth considering, suddenly seemed to remember something, and the corner of his mouth curved upward.
“What is it? I’ll do my best to grant it, so let’s put this matter behind us—”
Ba Wang Wen Zhu asked, trying to appease him, but it didn’t take long for him to realize his choice had been a mistake.
Tian Hui’s eyes turned glacial.
“Your neck.”
……Negotiations are over.”
Realizing that appeasement was impossible, Ba Wang Wen Zhu suddenly exploded with inner power.
“Of course I am.”
Tian Hui’s sneer deepened.
Ba Wang Wen Zhu’s eyebrows twitched.
Anger flared up briefly, but he suppressed it quickly, scrutinizing Tian Hui and his surroundings with cold eyes before asking.
“You came alone, I see.”
“I take back what I said earlier. So your eyes are ornaments too.”
Tian Hui looked at Ba Wang Wen Zhu with a pitying gaze and added.
“Then yes, alone. Who else would there be?”
Hearing his answer, a smile played across Ba Wang Wen Zhu’s lips.
“So you came alone.”
Tian Hui mirrored his smile.
“What? You think you can kill me if I’m alone?”
“Without question.”
Ba Wang Wen Zhu’s smile vanished.
Roooar!
Dense inner power radiated outward in all directions.
His eyes flashed as he drew upon the inner power of the Zhuan Lun Heart Method—a technique he had learned from an unnamed renegade monk in his childhood.
‘Seven-to-one odds in my favor.’
He calculated his chances coldly.
His opponent was undoubtedly a remarkable master, but he had confidence in victory.
He believed in the power of the Zhuan Lun Heart Method—the epithet and life’s work that had made him one of Shaanxi Province’s most renowned masters—and in the Zhuan Lun Blade Method.
Gripping his blade, he smiled watching Tian Hui frozen before him.
‘He’s been overwhelmed by the weight of the Zhuan Lun Heart Method’s power.’
But did he know?
That Tian Hui wasn’t frozen at all.
That he simply stood motionless because he didn’t feel his opponent worthy of deploying any technique.
‘Still, he deserves his title. Better than the riffraff.’
Tian Hui gauged Ba Wang Wen Zhu’s momentum.
His inner power was clearly superior in both volume and quality to his subordinates.
‘At this level, he surpasses that one from Bei Feng Shang Tuan.’
The power that slightly exceeded Leng Mian Dao Gui—the strongest master he had faced since stepping into the Jianghu—swelled his martial robes.
And then, because his blade now carried inner power, the color of the blade’s edge began to shift.
Blade Qi.
“I’ll end you.”
Ba Wang Wen Zhu kicked off the ground immediately.
He closed the distance to Tian Hui in an instant, raised his blade diagonally, and slashed.
The Blade Qi transformed into Blade Wind.
Screeeech!
It generated an enormous vortex.
It was the Zhuan Lun Flash—the fastest and sharpest technique in the Zhuan Lun Blade Method.
Watching the Blade Wind approaching and devouring the air around him, Tian Hui raised his palm.
In that split second, just as Ba Wang Wen Zhu’s face lit with the smile of victory,
Crash!
Sparks flew.
“……!”
Ba Wang Wen Zhu’s eyes bulged wide as saucers. His pale palm gripped the blade wrapped in Blade Qi with an almost negligent ease.
“That was… the Zhuan Lun Flash…….”
“The Zhuan Lun Flash?”
The corners of Tian Hui’s eyes crinkled.
“Isn’t that name a bit grandiose for the damage it dealt?”
“You!”
Ba Wang Wen Zhu’s teeth ground together so hard his lips blanched.
He poured every last drop of his Inner Power into his next strike, surging forward to slash his blade across.
Whoosh—
Tian Hui twisted at the waist and slipped past.
But the moment Ba Wang Wen Zhu bent his blade to unleash the Zhuan Lun Void Slash, having already predicted the dodge—
Crack!
Tian Hui’s palm struck the blade’s spine.
“Agh!”
Violent force reverberated up through the hand that held the blade, and Ba Wang Wen Zhu’s face contorted.
But it wasn’t finished.
Tian Hui seized the wrist of the hand gripping the blade, then snapped it in one swift motion.
Crack-crack-crack!
The wrist bent at an unnatural angle.
“Aaaahhhhh!”
Writhing in agony, Ba Wang Wen Zhu finally lost his grip and the blade tumbled from his fingers.
Thud—
In the blink of an eye, the chain of attacks had concluded. Ba Wang Wen Zhu cradled his twisted wrist, drool streaming from his mouth.
“How… how did you pull off the Zhuan Lun Void Slash with bare technique…….”
“Technique? That’s just a casual gesture.”
Tian Hui spoke without the slightest concern.
But to the man hearing those words, Ba Wang Wen Zhu’s face drained of color.
“Just… just a casual gesture?”
“Why break out a cleaver for poultry? Though you’re not even worth that much.”
At Tian Hui’s contemptuous tone, something in Ba Wang Wen Zhu’s pride cracked. His face crumpled like crumpled paper.
Yet he had nothing to say in return.
That single exchange of moves had burned into his bones the vast gulf between them.
‘There’s no way I can win.’
His earlier confidence of seventy percent advantage evaporated like morning mist.
Staring up at Tian Hui with despair written across his face, he grasped for any lifeline—and his sect came to mind.
“Behind me… behind me stands Bai Gui Cheng.”
“I already know that.”
“You already know!?”
At the curt reply, Ba Wang Wen Zhu recoiled in shock.
“Then… then why are you doing this!?”
“Get your facts straight. You threw the first stone, so this is what comes of it.”
“If you kill me, Bai Gui Cheng will never let you walk free.”
“And how exactly would they manage that?”
“No matter how strong you are, even if you’re Huashan Sect, Bai Gui Cheng will pour all their power into——”
“Is that so? Sounds entertaining.”
Tian Hui’s reply came with a laugh that made Ba Wang Wen Zhu cry out in panic.
“You’re… you’re insane!”
“Insane, is it? That’s quite a nostalgic word. But do you know something?”
Tian Hui poured Inner Power into his palm.
“Everyone who’s ever called me that to my face is dead.”
In that instant, his Martial Robes billowed outward.
Boom!
The blast erupted.
Blood and organ matter spilled from Ba Wang Wen Zhu’s mouth, and the light faded from his eyes.
“Wait there for a moment.”
Tian Hui stared down at the dying man and added words meant to bring him peace.
“I’ll send them to join you soon enough.”

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