Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 302

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Episode 302
Before the Main Gate of the Bul Sa Cheon Gyo Main Sect.
“……What in the world is happening?”
Hyeop Wi Dae Ju lifted his head.
Though many Bul Sa Cheon Gyo disciples surrounded him, he found himself unable to focus on the fight.
His mind was elsewhere entirely.
And he was not alone in this.
The Bul Sa Cheon Gyo disciples too.
The Murim Alliance warriors as well.
Ever since the Cheontonggak Pavilion collapsed, all of them had been fixed on the exact center of the Bul Sa Cheon Gyo Main Sect.
For something extraordinary was unfolding there.
Divine radiance had illuminated the land long ago, and now it was the hour when sunlight should blanket All Under Heaven.
Yet what was this?
The sky was shrouded in a dense darkness.
It was as though night had returned.
‘……Such overwhelming force.’
It emanated from a distance almost beyond comprehension.
But the aura radiating from that darkness made his skin prickle.
His heart pounded.
There was only one person in that place who could emit such power.
‘Was the Bulsachen Gyoju truly this formidable?’
A bead of cold sweat traced his brow.
The plan had encountered an obstacle.
He had believed that even if the Bulsachen Gyoju was powerful, they would manage to contain him.
After all, had not the finest masters of the Murim Alliance gathered here?
But he was wrong.
He had witnessed many masters in the Heavenly Martial Realm, but this aura was of a different order entirely.
It was overwhelming.
‘They say the martial arts of masters who have ascended to the Supreme Realm operate by different principles. Has the Bulsachen Gyoju entered that domain?’
Rumble―
At that moment, a dark bolt of lightning tore through the murky darkness that had obscured the sky.
“Ah, the Divine One has appeared!”
“Our God!”
The Bul Sa Cheon Gyo disciples wept openly, spreading their internal force in all directions.
They had recognized it at once.
That turbid aura visible in the distance was none other than the Bulsachen Gyoju’s.
“The Divine One watches over us!”
Someone cried out.
A pure shout, stripped of any internal force.
Yet the disciples who heard it underwent a sudden transformation—their momentum, their very atmosphere shifted.
Whoooosh―
The Bul Sa Cheon Gyo disciples, seized by fresh fervor, began to radiate a violent killing intent.
Hyeop Wi Dae Ju, standing amidst them, felt the hair on his spine stand on end.
But then it happened.
Flash!
A pillar of crimson light shot skyward.
It was a blinding column of radiance that split the darkness hanging over the heavens in two.
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Dark lightning descending from above.
Crimson radiance ascending from below.
The techniques of two peerless masters collided in a sight that transcended reality itself.
For an instant, space twisted hideously.
Crack―――!
A deafening explosion tore through the air.
In the same moment, the dark lightning and crimson radiance intertwined, birthing a vortex that began to spin upward.
It was a spectacle both wondrous and terrible.
Boom―boom―boom―
The vortex born from that violent collision had already reached toward an invisible point at the end of the sky.
The rubble of the shattered Cheontonggak Pavilion and the corpses of the Bul Sa Cheon Gyo disciples were swept up into that vortex.
It was as if heaven and earth themselves were being remade.
And within that surge of energy.
Bulsachen Gyoju and Cheon Hui faced each other directly.
Within the rushing vortex and the domain of colliding force waves, neither of them showed the slightest sign of disturbance.
It almost felt peaceful.
Then.
“Truly remarkable martial prowess.”
Bulsachen Gyoju suddenly parted his lips, his voice filled with quiet admiration.
Despite his attack having failed, he maintained an air of composure.
“You are only the second to block the Myeolcheon Sinma Shu—after the leader of Sa Hyuk Ryeon.”
“It wasn’t anything that impressive.”
Despite the obvious praise, Cheon Hui spoke dismissively, letting the Hwa Weol hang loosely downward.
Perhaps because he had just blocked the Myeolcheon Sinma Shu, the force waves rippling through the Hwa Weol trembled violently.
Cheon Hui immediately burned his Internal Force to disperse it.
Crack!
The trembling force waves vanished in an instant.
It was an astonishingly delicate control of Internal Force.
Watching Cheon Hui dissipate the remaining power of the Myeolcheon Sinma Shu in a single moment, Bulsachen Gyoju’s eyes gleamed.
“Excellent indeed.”
And in that instant, his voice grew murky.
It felt as if mist had settled around him.
It was the influence of the Myeolcheon Sinma Gong.
Beoncheon or Yeokcheon.
The divine art that sought to defy the laws of the world had set him apart from it.
It was a demonic nature bordering on the spiritual.
Soon he drew up his Internal Force.
A dark wave of force, like an abyss, spread in ripples from beneath his feet.
Crack—crack—crack—
In that instant, the pillar on which he stood shattered into pieces, crumbling to dust and vanishing.
Yet he remained standing in empty air.
Hovering effortlessly.
Whoosh—
Shortly after, the fierce surge of energy ceased.
Soon his figure became indistinct.
‘Can you block this as well?’ The faint resonance of conviction lingered as he spoke.
Whoosh!
Immediately after, Bulsachen Gyoju appeared directly before Cheon Hui and raised his left palm.
And his lips parted.
“Myeolcheon Gwillae.”
As the resonance of conviction hummed, the force hanging from his left palm suddenly sent a ripple through empty space.
Seeing the air suddenly surge, Cheon Hui lifted his feet from the pillar and turned his head.
Whoooosh!
A tremendous wave of pressure swept past Cheon Hui’s cheek.
It was the aftermath of Bulsachen Gyoju’s unleashed force.
The Myeolcheon Gwillae that grazed Cheon Hui’s cheek compressed the air completely as it advanced, then pierced directly into the roof of a distant pavilion.
Crash!
The roof shattered, and fragments scattered.
The force was tremendous.
Even though the pavilion was at considerable distance, the shockwave of the explosion was felt all the way here.
In that moment, Cheon Hui kicked hard against empty air.
Whoosh—
In an instant, his body shot forward.
It was the Geukseong Amhyang Pyo.
As his form flickered between presence and absence, Cheon Hui’s hand swept the Hwa Weol in a great arc.
Screech—
Just as the Hwa Weol was about to cleanly sever Bulsachen Gyoju’s extended left wrist.
Clang!
With his wrist already bent, his palm struck the blade of the Hwa Weol with perfect precision.
A counterattack delivered in an instant.
The blade of the Hwa Weol trembled.
As Cheon Hui tried to dissipate the force from Bulsachen Gyoju flowing through the blade.
Whoosh—
This time, it was the Bulsachen Gyoju’s right hand that moved.
Five fingers of pristine white flesh surged forward, cloaked in the dark Demonic Energy of Myeolcheon Sinma.
Aimed straight for Cheon Hui’s heart.
Look at that—plenty of experience.
Cheon Hui’s eyes narrowed to slits.
A combination attack executed in the blink of an eye.
So that’s why he didn’t dodge and went for the counterattack instead—he was setting up for this.
Watching the hand close in on his chest, Cheon Hui twisted his body sharply in mid-air.
Thud-boom!
A heavy impact tore through the space.
In that instant, Cheon Hui’s robes billowed outward, and his shoulder blade exploded open.
By twisting away at the last moment, what should have pierced his heart instead lodged in his shoulder.
“Quick.”
The Bulsachen Gyoju was about to say something, watching how deftly Cheon Hui had evaded—
Snap!
Cheon Hui’s left hand flashed out with the Nakhwa Chuiyeong Jang, seizing the Bulsachen Gyoju’s wrist.
It was a masterful technique—exploiting the fraction of a second when the Bulsachen Gyoju grew careless, thinking the attack had half-succeeded.
Then, as casually as one might skip a stone across water, Cheon Hui hurled him with tremendous force.
Crash!
The Bulsachen Gyoju hurtled through the air and drove straight into the rubble of the Cheontonggak Pavilion sprawled across the ground, sending up clouds of dust.
Turning his hand, Cheon Hui looked down at his shoulder blade.
His clothing was torn to shreds.
“Not bad at all.”
Cheon Hui raised his left hand and tore away the ragged fabric cleanly.
There, the handprints became starkly visible.
And from those prints, a faint trace of energy rose like smoke.
The blow had driven deep, it seemed.
He then descended slowly from the pillar.
Thud.
The moment his feet touched the debris below—
Crack, crack, crack—
The rubble heaved violently upward as the Bulsachen Gyoju rose slowly into view.
His appearance had not changed at all.
Despite being driven into the ground, not a speck of dust clung to him, and every hair remained perfectly in place.
It was eerily unnatural.
Whoosh—
With that impossible composure, the Bulsachen Gyoju swept his sleeve.
The golden tassels embroidered on his sleeve seemed to ripple, and the ground trembled.
It was the effect of the energy he had scattered.
“My interest grows.”
His eyes beginning to stain with demonic light, he stepped forward without warning.
Light footfall.
Yet in that instant, his frame seemed to swell enormously, and a terrible wave of force erupted outward.
Crack, crack, crack—
The rubble beneath him shuddered.
At the same time, the black Fierce Energy he radiated rippled outward, casting darkness.
Cheon Hui twisted his lips slightly as he watched the golden tassels on his opponent’s sleeve gleam with particular brilliance.
“My interest is piqued as well.”
With those words, Cheon Hui took a step forward.
The sound of debris crunching beneath his feet echoed—
Boom!
In the same breath, both their forms vanished.
By the time Cheon Hui had drawn the Hwa Weol up to his waist, his white hand was fully extended as he met the Bulsachen Gyoju’s charging form head-on.
The momentum was formidable.
It made his skin prickle.
The Bulsachen Gyoju extended his hand.
Black Fierce Energy swirled across the pristine white flesh, unleashing a ferocious burst of power.
Myeolcheon Sinma Shu—Myeolcheon Gwillae.

Heaven falls, and all things crash down.
The form unfurled from his hands bore the ancient resentment of the Bul Sa Cheon Gyo.
Fierce energy spiraled outward from the center of his wide-open palm.
With an intensity that promised to shatter everything.
Whoosh—
In that instant, Cheon Hui’s blade rose to meet it.
The Internal Force of the Plum Blossom Divine Art flowed along the Hwa Weol’s blade, rising to his chest.
An Internal Force transparent as crystal.
Yet in the next breath it gathered at the blade’s tip, transforming into a noble crimson hue.
Cheon Hui’s sleeve trembled.
It was the Outflow Technique.
Whiiish—
A scarlet arc inscribed itself across the void.
And in that moment, the Internal Force gathered at the Hwa Weol’s tip became a beautiful flower.
It was the Sword Flower—the essence of the Maehwa Sword Technique.
The Sword Flower traced the horizontal sword mark that cleaved heaven and earth, unleashing its force.
Spreading like small flames bursting into brilliance, it stained the darkness with plum blossoms.
The Fourth Form of the Seven-Petal Maehwa Sword.
The Overlord Heaven Blood Flower Flash.
Crash!
The Overlord Heaven Blood Flower Flash, blooming in crimson petals, collided with the destructive Myeolcheon Rak wreathed in black energy, and the impact thundered across the earth.
Not merely two collisions, but dozens.
With each clash, the rubble beneath their feet shattered into fragments and shot skyward.
Between these exchanges, the two moved faster and faster, unleashing their martial arts with quickening grace.
Countless trajectories wove through the empty air.
The Bulsachen Gyoju wielded fists, palms, and claw techniques in perfect harmony, delivering relentless combinations.
Against this, Cheon Hui moved his blade.
Blooming crimson plum blossoms in its wake.
Changing and lethal forms danced without cease.
The Huashan Sect’s Sword Technique unleashed brilliant Sword Flowers as it clashed against the Bulsachen Gyoju.
Crash! Boom!
The two warriors crossed paths endlessly.
In the span of a heartbeat, thirty exchanges had passed, and layers of shockwaves built upon one another before erupting outward.
The surrounding earth buckled and heaved; dust rose in all directions, and the landscape became a wasteland.
It was as though heaven and earth themselves were being overturned.
In a single opening, Cheon Hui seized the Bulsachen Gyoju’s flaw and drove deep.
Cheon Hui swung the Hwa Weol without restraint.
The blade, blooming with a sharp Sword Flower, rotated as it aimed for the Bulsachen Gyoju’s throat.
It was instantaneous.
In the moment the Hwa Weol was about to sever his neck.
Clang!
The Hwa Weol bounced back limply.
Cheon Hui leaped backward, recalling the energy he had just collided with.
A protective fierce energy?
Cheon Hui studied the Bulsachen Gyoju.
His garments fluttered as a web-like fierce energy spread across his entire body.
A dark energy suffused with violet light.
The extreme Demonic Energy of the Myeolcheon Sinma enveloped his form, shimmering softly.
It resembled the silken robes of a celestial maiden.
The protective fierce energy—the Divine Demon Wall.
Layered upon itself from the Myeolcheon Sinma Gong, this protective fierce energy wrapped around him more solidly than anything under heaven.
“So long as this Divine Demon Wall endures, it is impossible to lay a hand upon me.”
The Bulsachen Gyoju spoke, hands clasped behind his back.
His expression and posture were utterly arrogant.
Cheon Hui looked at him and let out a soft laugh.
“Merely that?”
As he spoke, Cheon Hui poured his Internal Force into his feet.
At the moment when the nearly shattered ground was crumbling beneath them.
Swoosh!
Cheon Hui lunged forward.
It was instantaneous.
The Bulsachen Gyoju remained at ease as Cheon Hui closed the distance swiftly.
His composure emanated from absolute confidence that the Sinma Byeok could not be breached.
But that composure shattered in an instant.
Cheon Hui’s left hand had seized the barrier enveloping him—that fortress of demonic energy—and crushed it like paper.
And then.
Crack-crack-crack!
A chilling sound tore through the air.
The Sinma Byeok fractured.
“What!”
For the first time, the Bulsachen Gyoju faltered.
Transparent flame bloomed from each of Cheon Hui’s five fingertips as they burrowed deeper into the barrier, showering sparks across its surface.
Grrr-crack—
The Sinma Byeok twisted and warped.
And then Cheon Hui wrenched the barrier apart with brutal force.
Cheon Hui gazed upon the Bulsachen Gyoju’s stunned face and smirked.
“Too easy.”

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