The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 142

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Chapter 142.
At Gu Yang Cheong Jeong’s words, Ma Han jolted upright in shock.
“You’re willing to stake your life for that woman?”
“But….”
As Gu Yang Cheong Jeong hesitated, the Leader, realizing they intended to retreat, gestured to his subordinates.
“They mean to escape over the western wall. Stop them!”
Clang!
The martial artists immediately unfurled their palm technique, wielding their paired palms in chaotic arcs.
The technique was simple, yet its speed and destructive force were formidable. Gu Yang Cheong Jeong and Ma Han lost their chance to flee, finding themselves cornered once more.
“Young Master Ma, I’ll hold them back—go first!”
She steadied herself and rotated her body with tremendous force, deflecting the cascading palm strikes.
It was the supreme technique that had established the Wind Shooting Sword Gate as Cheong Hae’s foremost sword sect—the Wind Shooting Returning Slash Twelve Cuts.
“Hmph.”
Yet the masters of the Blood Sea Demon Well sneered and evaded her sword technique.
A sword technique, by its very nature, requires the martial power and intent behind it to be unified. Without such harmony, it becomes nothing more than an elegant posture.
Like the junior sect leaders of the Seven Sword Sect, Gu Yang Cheong Jeong too lacked practical combat experience and internal cultivation, and had not yet fully grasped the true intent of the techniques she was learning.
Thus, despite her form being flawless, she could not execute the appropriate moves for each situation, and found herself continuously pushed back.
Boom, boom!
In the meantime, four of the junior sect leaders were struck by palm force in succession and fell.
Only Gu Yang Cheong Jeong, Ma Han, and Wi Ji Woon remained standing.
“Damn it!”
Realizing they had lost their golden opportunity to escape, Ma Han cried out in frustration.
“Curse it all! All because of that woman….”
“I’m sorry, Young Master Ma!”
“Never mind! We’ll hold on somehow and break through!”
They gritted their teeth and persisted with stubborn determination.
Though none of them were exceptionally strong compared to the others, the three somehow managed to withstand the martial artists’ assault.
“Ho.”
Observing them, the Leader seemed to have realized something, a smile playing at his lips.
“So that’s how it is.”
The Leader, his smile turning sinister, suddenly approached them and unleashed his palm technique.
The movement was a decisive strike aimed solely at Gu Yang Cheong Jeong, who stood in the center.
Crash!
As lightning-like palm force erupted, Ma Han and Wi Ji Woon spun their bodies at the risk of their own safety to shield her.
But as if anticipating their movements, the Leader’s palm force curved sharply and poured down behind Ma Han and Wi Ji Woon instead.
It had been a Spinning Absolute Technique targeting the backs of Ma Han and Wi Ji Woon all along, not Gu Yang Cheong Jeong.
‘Too late!’
Only then did the two realize they had fallen for the Leader’s deception.
Boom, boom!
Struck by palm force on their backs and flanks, they collapsed, blood streaming from their wounds.
“She’s gone to such lengths to protect her that she’s improvised an exquisite combined technique on the spot.”
The Leader chuckled softly.
He had discerned that Ma Han and Wi Ji Woon had only managed to endure this long because their swordplay was driven solely by the determination to protect Gu Yang Cheong Jeong.
Slash!
At that moment, Gu Yang Cheong Jeong swung her blade before the two men.
Now it was she who was unleashing the Wind Shooting Sword Gate’s Twelve Formations with all her might to shield them.
“Hehehehe. You know little of the masters of this sect.”
The Leader’s lips curled upward.
No matter how exquisite the swordplay she had mastered, she was still a young girl with limited experience in the Gangho.
By contrast, the demons belonging to the Blood Sea Demon Well were Killing Ghosts trained to become accustomed to fear and pain.
Even if their limbs were cut slightly, they felt no hesitation whatsoever and simply hurled themselves forward relentlessly.
Hah!
In less than ten seconds, she had been pierced once in the shoulder and once in the leg, and collapsed where she stood.
Hehehehe.
The Leader’s gaze swept across Gu Yang Cheong Jeong’s form, her clothes clinging wetly to her sweat-soaked body, and a lewd smile played at his lips.
“Quite exquisite.”
His tongue flicked across his lips as he smiled wickedly.
“Even raw, there wouldn’t be a hint of fishiness to her.”
“You damnable bastard! Don’t you dare lay a finger on Cheong Mae!”
Wi Ji Woon, who had been lying fallen, cried out, and the Leader chuckled softly.
He strode forward, seized the man’s shoulder, and channeled his inner force into his fingertips.
Aaaaagh!
As the man’s five fingers dug deeply into Wi Ji Woon’s shoulder, he let out a piercing scream.
“Before the strong, you must not cry out, nor make demands.”
The Leader whispered coldly, watching Wi Ji Woon writhe in agony.
“Have you not yet learned this lesson?”
Ugh.
Wi Ji Woon swallowed his pain and spoke loudly.
“I am the successor of the Gwanghanjian Sect!”
In an instant, the Leader’s eyes transformed like those of a venomous serpent with its poison rising.
Seeing this, Wi Ji Woon immediately fell silent. If he uttered another word that displeased the man, his head would surely be struck down.
“Successor?”
The Leader gazed at Wi Ji Woon and the fallen youths with a contemptuous smile.
“Whelps. While you gathered for such frivolous meetings acting as though you were something, you should have been cultivating your martial arts.”
At those words, all the fallen youths trembled slightly. It was not fear, but a tremor born of bitter regret.
Just as the man said, instead of grooming themselves and spending money for such meetings, they should have devoted even a single day more to cultivating their martial arts.
The masters of the Blood Sea Demon Well were strong, but not overwhelmingly superior.
Had they trained diligently in martial arts, they would have been entirely capable of facing them.
But their laziness and complacency had ultimately brought about this result.
“Now, take those wretches away.”
“Uhhh….”
The successors of the Seven Sword Sect trembled, unable to offer any further resistance.
They had come to realize that pleas and words held no sway over such fiends and demons.
The weak possessed nothing to demand of the strong.
In the Murim, dialogue resolved matters only when one wielded martial prowess superior to one’s adversary.
“Wait.”
At that moment, the Leader suddenly let out a cold laugh and spoke with icy precision.
“Sever the meridians of all these wretches.”
As he uttered this shocking command, the successors of the Seven Sword Sect froze in terror.
“If we bring them back intact, there’s no telling what they might attempt.”
The Leader gazed upon the trembling youths of the Seven Sword Sect, their bodies wracked by fear, and smiled.
“But with their meridians severed, they won’t even dare to think of resistance. Besides, as long as we bring them back without visible wounds, it matters not.”
The rumors that circulated throughout the Murim were not without foundation.
The cruelty and savagery of the Blood Sea Demon Well’s warriors were even more demonic than the tales suggested.
“Ah.”
Then the Leader’s gaze fell upon Gu Yang Cheong Jeong’s trembling form.
“Leave her untouched. I shall attend to her personally.”
The man swallowed hard, his tongue flicking across his lips as he lifted her into his arms.
“Should you prove… entertaining, I might refrain from severing your meridians.”
“Ah, ah….”
Consumed by terror, Gu Yang Cheong Jeong remained frozen, tears streaming down her face.
Just as the Leader turned his body toward the chamber within Seogang Pavilion,
“Ahhh―――.”
The languid sound of a stretch echoed through the air.
Naturally, all eyes turned toward the source of the sound.
The one rising with a stretch was none other than Bu Eunseol, who had been seated at the table in the banquet hall with its doors flung open.
I had remained seated properly at the table all this while.
“Mmmmh.”
I stretched once more, languidly and without regard for the piercing stares fixed upon me.
‘There’s no helping it.’
Despite my leisurely demeanor, my thoughts were somewhat complicated.
Originally, I had no intention of involving myself in this conflict.
The martial prowess of the Blood Sea Demon Well’s warriors proved far more mediocre than I had anticipated.
Above all, I had come to Jinyang to cultivate my insights in solitude and digest the enlightenment I had gained thus far—I harbored no desire to entangle myself in the grievances and debts of the Murim.
‘Yet I cannot simply turn away.’
Gu Yang Cheong Jeong had even forsaken her chance to flee in order to protect me.
Having witnessed her resolve with my own eyes, I could not bring myself to abandon her.
The Gangho is a place without mercy, yet it is also a place where debts must invariably be repaid.
“A madman.”
The Leader, observing my yawn, wore an expression of utter bewilderment.
Thud. Thud.
In the meantime, I walked straight toward the Leader.
As if only he remained in this entire world, I advanced in a direct line toward him.
“Dispose of her.”
At the Leader’s command, two of his subordinates quickly blocked my path from front and back.
Without a word, they extended their palms and unleashed a torrent of palm force.
The assault came so suddenly, and with two attackers positioned before and behind me, I had no time to evade.
Crash!
Yet as the explosion erupted, the two martial artists pouring out their palm force were hurled backward through the stone wall of Seogang Pavilion and sent flying outside.
“….”
As this entirely unexpected turn of events unfolded, the minds of everyone in the hall came to a momentary standstill.
“A master, then.”
The Leader was the first to regain his composure.
He nodded with an expression of surprise and spoke.
“You’ve mastered formidable martial arts.”
Despite the Leader’s praise, I wore the weary expression of one afflicted with indigestion.
“This is tedious. Simply leave.”
It was the first mercy I had shown since entering Murim—compassion toward the weak.
In my eyes, the martial artists of Blood Sea Demon Well were so pathetically inferior that even engaging them felt bothersome.
“Some fools occasionally mistake themselves for something remarkable.”
The Leader, drawing upon his inner strength, let out a soft chuckle.
At that, I too—despite my expression of utter indifference—smiled at him.
“….”
The Leader’s mood instantly soured.
Upon seeing my smile, the surroundings darkened, and he felt as though some incomprehensible presence was swallowing him whole.
“You….”
The Leader’s words never reached their conclusion.
I had already extended a punch toward his face.
Boom.
With the sound of something massive falling, overwhelming pressure cascaded toward his face.
“Ho!”
The Leader evaded my punch with an expression of shock.
Yet the overwhelming pressure that had been pouring toward his face suddenly split to both sides, boring into his flanks instead.
‘What?’
The Leader paled and quickly rolled across the ground.
Unable to find any other means of escape, he resorted to the Lazy Donkey Roll—a technique considered shameful among martial artists.
“You bastard!”
As the Leader barely rose to his feet, he was about to unleash his fury when his eyes suddenly widened.
‘Wait… she’s redirecting already-released power at will?’
The technique of altering the trajectory of an already-launched attack is not particularly rare in Murim.
However, I had never even heard of a technique that could split already-released power into different directions and unleash it simultaneously.
“You….”
Only then did the Leader realize that Bu Eunseol was no mere opponent to be underestimated, and his expression grew grave.
“Impressive. Then!”
With a sharp battle cry, he unleashed a palm technique that raked across all directions as if clawing and tearing through heaven and earth.
“Hmm.”
Bu Eunseol, observing the dense mesh of attacks pouring down upon her, lightly twisted her fist and extended it forward.
Boom!
As fist force and palm force collided, a vibration and sound like that of striking an enormous bell reverberated through the air.
Screech.
At the same moment, the Leader was driven back eight full steps, his feet scraping against the ground.
“What are you? Who exactly are you!”
It crumbles.
When one who had dealt only terror to others encounters a powerful existence that plants fear within them—
A spirit as still as a lake becomes uncontrollably shattered.
“This cannot be! Am I truly being pushed back by such a mere stripling?”
When one who has always held the lives of others in their grasp encounters an existence that grips their own lifeline—
He denies it. He denies that existence and flees from reality.
“Answer me. Who are you to obstruct my righteous judgment?”
“Did no one teach you?”
Bu Eunseol gazed at the Leader and offered a faint smile.
“Never demand anything from those stronger than you.”

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