The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 146

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Chapter 146.
Seong Ryun recognized the identity of the robed man at a glance.
“One of the Ten Demon Experts of the White Horse Sect.”
At Seong Ryun’s question, the robed man, Yu Woon Ryong, nodded.
“Then you must be Seong Ryun of Gae Bang.”
“Indeed.”
“How absurd.”
Seong Ryun’s eyes flickered as a smirk played across his lips.
“So the Ten Demon Expert of the White Horse Sect who fled with his tail between his legs after losing to Pyeong Seo Woon now dares to challenge me?”
True to his reputation as a master from Gae Bang, he was already unsettling Yu Woon Ryong with his sharp words.
“Heh heh heh.”
In the past, he would have flared up and thrown the first punch.
But Yu Woon Ryong, who had returned from the brink of death, was no longer the arrogant Ten Demon Expert driven solely by emotion.
“What matters is that I survived that battle.”
At Yu Woon Ryong’s words, Seong Ryun’s smile faded.
Surviving a life-or-death duel against a master of such caliber—such experience would grant a warrior immense advantage.
If that were the case, his power must have improved dramatically in the interim.
“I see. Then you do have the qualifications to face me.”
Seong Ryun gazed down at his own hands, then extended one arm with casual confidence.
“Attack first.”
Yu Woon Ryong’s expression grew solemn as he gripped the White Horse Blade.
Seong Ryun’s composure and sense of superiority did not stem from arrogance—they came from genuine mastery, and Yu Woon Ryong could feel it acutely.
‘They’re all monsters.’
The moment the word escaped his thoughts, Bu Eunseol’s face suddenly flashed across his mind.
Her appearance was as exquisite as that of a peerless beauty, yet within that form lurked a monster of indescribable form, coiled and waiting.
‘Compared to that one, this man is nothing.’
Yu Woon Ryong’s ultimate goal was the successor of the Demon Palace.
To achieve that goal, he had to overcome this trial and ultimately defeat Bu Eunseol.
A sharp whistle cut through the air.
At that moment, five shadows descended from the sky with a sound of splitting air, appearing behind Seong Ryun.
Though dressed in rough garments, they radiated an aura as immense as a great mountain, and blue-tinted long staffs hung at their waists.
They were masters of Sal Gu Haeng.
“Step aside, brother.”
Woo Gang, the leader of the newly organized Sal Gu Haeng, stepped forward before Seong Ryun and spoke.
“We shall handle this one.”
“There’s no need.”
Seong Ryun shook his head with unruffled composure.
“I am more than capable of dealing with him myself.”
“I understand. But these Ten Demon Experts are demonic cultivators who inherited the brutal martial arts of the Ten Demonic Gates.”
Woo Gang shook his head with a grave expression.
“You will be the one to lead this faction in the future. Should you suffer even a single injury….”
His words never reached their conclusion.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
A peculiar sound of air being rent asunder accompanied the sudden appearance of a man bearing a rusted blade across his back in the void. It was Bu Eunseol.
“Who are you?”
In response to Woo Gang’s question, Bu Eunseol offered no reply and instead launched a single fist strike directly at him.
Though it appeared to be delivered with casual ease, a tempestuous force erupted forth.
Consequently, Woo Gang and the four disciples under him were forced to retreat in haste.
“Who in blazes are you!”
To Woo Gang’s cry, Bu Eunseol spoke with icy coldness.
“There is nothing for you to know.”
Woo Gang, whose expression had momentarily clouded with confusion, now gazed between Yu Woon Ryong and Bu Eunseol in turn, a sneer playing at his lips.
“Were you two conspiring to strike down one man?”
“That was your faction’s scheme, was it not?”
To Bu Eunseol’s retort, Woo Gang spoke with brazen composure.
“Seong Ryun is the Cheong Juk Gae who will shoulder the burden of leading Gae Bang henceforth. There is no need for him to cross fists with demonic rabble such as yourselves.”
“So beggars dare to discriminate against people?”
Though Bu Eunseol’s mockery hung in the air, Woo Gang’s gaze remained unmoved.
“It is a privilege that comes with station.”
“A privilege, you say.”
Bu Eunseol extended his right fist slowly forward.
As he did, a faint luminescence gathered around his knuckles. The overwhelming torrent of inner force that surged forth became so powerful that the flow of vital energy itself became visible to the eye.
“Let us see if such privilege persists even beyond death.”
As a palpable killing intent rose from Bu Eunseol’s form, Woo Gang cried out.
“Strike!”
At his command, the Sal Gu Haeng disciples positioned behind him stepped forward as though they had been waiting, unfurling their fist techniques.
Whoosh!
Simultaneously, fist winds converging from four directions bore down upon Bu Eunseol as though they would shatter bone.
It was the Jade-Breaking Fist of Gae Bang’s supreme ascending fist technique—a light strike capable of shattering jade stone.
Boom!
As Bu Eunseol extended his fist, a singular stream of force erupted outward in all directions, beginning to repel the Jade-Breaking Fist that had been converging from every angle.
It was the exquisite force of the Fist Demon’s Sword Resonance.
“What manner of technique is that?”
Woo Gang’s eyes widened as he witnessed this display.
To withstand the Jade-Breaking Fist unleashed by four masters, one would require either an equivalent force to push back against it, or the execution of four successive supreme techniques in rapid succession.
Yet Bu Eunseol was deflecting the combined force of four masters with but a single fist strike—as though through sorcery itself.
‘Such a fist technique exists?’
The force Bu Eunseol unleashed possessed the fluidity of materialized sword energy, capable of shifting direction freely while maintaining its devastating power without diminishment.
‘Such a technique is only possible with formidable inner force backing it.’
Recognizing that Bu Eunseol’s fist technique was not merely bizarre but that his inner force was extraordinary, Woo Gang advanced forward.
“Stand back. Let me handle this!”
Woo Gang stepped forward in front of Bu Eunseol, unfurling his fist technique as he spun both fists like windmills.
As the commander of Sal Gu Haeng, Woo Gang’s Broken Jade Fist was far more formidable than what the four Path Seekers had displayed.
Whoosh, whoosh! Whirrrr!
As fist technique clashed against fist technique, the distance between them narrowed further.
Before long, the two exchanged moves at a distance where they could see each other’s faces clearly.
Bu Eunseol’s fist technique was certainly superior.
But Woo Gang was a master who had refined the Broken Jade Fist for thirty years. He compensated for the lack of raw power by employing subtle techniques at precisely the right moments.
‘With Woo Gang and the four disciples, we should at least avoid defeat.’
Seong Ryun, watching Bu Eunseol and Woo Gang’s exchange from a distance, turned his head and spoke to Yu Woon Ryong.
“Then, shall we move to a different location?”
At Seong Ryun’s words, Yu Woon Ryong’s face broke into a smile tinged with killing intent.
At last, he would have a one-on-one duel with this man.
“Very well.”
As Seong Ryun soared into the sky, Yu Woon Ryong immediately followed in his wake.
Soon, the two transformed into streaks of light, passing through Young Poong Hyup and arriving at a certain Reed Field.
Upon discovering the Reed Field drenched in moonlight, Seong Ryun halted his lightness skill.
“This place will do nicely.”
Yu Woon Ryong walked forward slowly, then stopped after advancing about twenty paces.
The typical attack range of a whip was within three zhang.
But the White Horse Whip could extend up to six zhang, and if desired, could be used as short as a long sword.
Knowing this well, Seong Ryun realized that this distance of twenty paces was Yu Woon Ryong’s preferred range.
‘So this is the distance he favors using.’
Screee!
With a sound like wind being torn asunder, a white whip like silk struck toward Seong Ryun’s brow.
Had he been an ordinary master, his forehead would have been pierced by this single move.
Snap!
But Seong Ryun’s reflexes were swift as lightning.
He immediately twisted his body to evade the White Horse Whip, then drew a circle with one hand—the Arhat Eighteen Palms, one of the two supreme techniques of Gae Bang alongside the Striking Cudgel Method.
As tremendous palm force erupted, Yu Woon Ryong immediately retracted the White Horse Whip and spun it like a spinning top.
The Arhat Palm, the essence of external martial arts, grows stronger the more it is met head-on.
Yu Woon Ryong circled around Seong Ryun’s body, dissipating the palm force while searching for an opening.
“Has the technique of the White Horse Whip always been so passive?”
Seong Ryun laughed heartily, unleashing successive waves of palm force with both hands.
Yet this palm technique, delivered as if in jest, was the Time Riding Six Dragons—the heaviest and most profound move among the Arhat Eighteen Palms.
“Hah!”
With a short shout, Yu Woon Ryong flicked his hand, and suddenly the White Horse Whip split into three strands, colliding against the palm force.
Crackle!
With the sound of wind being torn, Yu Woon Ryong dissipated the palm force in one breath and retreated another zhang.
Recognizing that Seong Ryun’s palm technique was fiercer and more acute than anticipated, he intended to create distance and capitalize on the whip’s advantages.
“Retreating won’t help you.”
Seong Ryun whistled and swung both palms in a chaotic flurry once more.
In that instant, dust rose in a hazy cloud from all directions, and invisible palm forces erupted like arrows.
It was the exquisite technique of the Soaring Dragon Palm—the Treading Frost Technique.
“Hmph.”
Yu Woon Ryong let out a short snort and retreated again, unfolding his movement technique.
He anticipated that if he dissolved the palm technique and counterattacked, Seong Ryun would close the distance in that brief moment.
“You’re quite cautious by nature.”
Seong Ryun knew that Yu Woon Ryong was concealing his true strength while searching for flaws in the palm technique.
“Or has the White Horse Sect’s whip technique changed?”
The terrifying aspect of the White Horse whip technique wasn’t merely that it transcended the limitations of a whip as a weapon.
The real problem was that with each technique, the White Horse whip technique occupied all of the opponent’s space, leaving no room for counterattack.
Yet Yu Woon Ryong was doing the opposite—continuously defending while retreating backward.
“I understand your intention, but it’s time to end this!”
Crack.
As Seong Ryun drew his inner energy to its maximum, bone-cracking sounds echoed from his body.
He was about to unleash the Soaring Dragon’s Return—the pinnacle and most devastating technique of the Soaring Dragon Eighteen Palms.
Thump!
With the sound of a supple bamboo bending and springing back, a mighty circular palm force crashed down upon Yu Woon Ryong’s body.
Flash!
At that moment, a brilliant gleam flashed in Yu Woon Ryong’s eyes. Simultaneously, his body shot forward like an arrow, colliding with the palm force.
Whoosh!
Astonishingly, as the Soaring Dragon’s Return technique struck his body, it merely glided past him instead of landing solidly.
“What?”
Seong Ryun’s expression grew urgent.
Between the tears in Yu Woon Ryong’s garments, white whips were wrapped around his body.
Like a hidden protective garment, he had wound white whips around his entire form.
This was the Protective Whip Garment technique—a method only possible by cultivating the White Horse Heart Sutra, the supreme inner technique of the White Horse Sect.
Boom!
Panicked, Seong Ryun unleashed three consecutive palms in rapid succession.
The axe-like sharp Soaring Dragon Palms poured down relentlessly, yet when they touched Yu Woon Ryong’s body, they still glided off harmlessly.
By cultivating this Protective Whip Garment technique, he had managed to survive a direct hit from Pyeong Seo Woon, the master of the Gongdong Sect, and his Seven Wounds Palm Force.
Screech! Whoooosh!
Breaking through Seong Ryun’s assault and closing to close range, hundreds of whip shadows erupted from Yu Woon Ryong’s body like a comb.
The white whip shadows, engulfing the entire world, descended upon Seong Ryun like an avalanche.
Boom!
As the thick dust dispersed, Seong Ryun’s crouched form became visible.
His body, struck by the Protective Whip Garment technique, was torn and bruised in countless places.
“So this was your strategy… quite unique.”
“Don’t get cocky!”
With momentum on his side, Yu Woon Ryong spun his body in the opposite direction once more.
In that instant, the White Horse Whip clung to his form anew, and he unleashed hundreds of whip shadows in a cascading torrent.
It was a technique derived from a variation of the Whip Technique.
“If you’ve uncoiled the whip, you must wind it again. I anticipated such techniques long ago!”
Intense light leaked from Seong Ryun’s right hand.
Simultaneously, he raised his left palm like a blade and drove it into the veil of whip shadows.
Crash!
As the water split apart, so too did the whip’s tempest, and within it, Yu Woon Ryong’s figure became visible.
Because he had not released all the power concentrated within the Subduing Dragon Palm, his hands had hardened as though he had mastered the Celestial Strength Hand.
“Farewell.”
Simultaneously, five palm shadows materialized from his right hand.
It was the technique of Constant Flux Above and Below—little known throughout the Murim.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!
Struck five times in succession, Yu Woon Ryong was driven back five paces.
Though the White Horse Whip Technique protected his body, it could not withstand the five torrents of inner force that Seong Ryun unleashed.
Drip.
Crimson blood trickled from his tightly sealed lips.
From a single blow alone, his meridians felt as though they would rupture—he had suffered grievous internal injuries.
“Your skill is formidable, but such methods will not defeat me.”
Seong Ryun’s Subduing Dragon Palm was nearly antithetical to Yu Woon Ryong’s White Horse Whip Technique.
Moreover, with such a vast disparity in martial prowess, Seong Ryun had already seen through Yu Woon Ryong’s last desperate gambit.
“Ugh.”
Seong Ryun approached Yu Woon Ryong, who had dropped to one knee, his expression grave and solemn.
Yu Woon Ryong hastily rose to his feet, attempting to wield the White Horse Whip once more.
But with his qi and blood roiling from Seong Ryun’s force, his vital points suppressed, his body would not obey his commands.
Seong Ryun, his expression stern and unwavering, extended his palm forward.
“Now it ends!”
Without hesitation, he swung it toward Yu Woon Ryong’s head.

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