The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 149

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Chapter 149.
Yu Woon Ryong tilted his head as he observed the grave intensity in Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
“Formidable masters?”
A peculiar sound crackled across the distant sky.
And not long after, five shadows descended from the void before Bu Eunseol.
In that instant, Bu Eunseol’s brows shot upward.
By the senses of the Beast Path, the presence had been detected at a distance of roughly a hundred paces. Yet in the blink of an eye, they had arrived at this very spot.
Thud. Thud.
They approached without hesitation toward where Bu Eunseol and Yu Woon Ryong stood.
Clad in black martial robes and wearing iron masks upon their faces, their appearance was grotesque beyond measure.
Tremble. Tremble.
Yet Yu Woon Ryong’s body shook lightly as he gazed upon them.
“Do you know them?”
At Bu Eunseol’s question, Yu Woon Ryong drew a sharp breath.
“Melting Soul… Division.”
‘The Melting Soul Great Division.’
They were masters of the Melting Soul Great Division who had been pursuing Yu Woon Ryong for failing to eliminate the Sect Master-level expert.
“You’ve proven quite troublesome, Yu Woon Ryong.”
Ak Cheon Bu, the division commander of the Third Corps of the Melting Soul Great Division, spoke with a tone tinged with emotion.
“I never imagined there existed one who could evade our division’s pursuit with such relentless persistence.”
Until now, Yu Woon Ryong had survived through combat and pursuit alike with stubborn tenacity.
His determination and hunger for life had caused even the masters of the Melting Soul Great Division—whose names shook Tianxia—to shake their heads in admiration.
“But this is where it ends. You are prepared, are you not?”
Shing.
As he drew the sword worn at his back and began to approach Yu Woon Ryong,
“Turn back.”
Bu Eunseol stepped forward to block Ak Cheon Bu’s path.
“You have no right to capture him.”
“Bu Eunseol.”
When Yu Woon Ryong’s expression shifted to shock, Ak Cheon Bu’s eyes gleamed.
“Right?”
From within the mask, crimson murderous intent shimmered like heat haze across the dark pupils.
Though the sight was chilling and dreadful, Bu Eunseol spoke with an unhurried composure.
“You killed a Sect Master-level expert.”
“What did you say?”
“He is precisely that Sect Master-level expert.”
Bu Eunseol pointed to Seong Ryun, who lay collapsed against a tree stump.
At Ak Cheon Bu’s gesture to his subordinates, one member of the Melting Soul Great Division examined the fallen Seong Ryun carefully and nodded.
“Confirmed. Seong Ryun, a Sect Master-level expert from Gae Bang.”
“I’m Seong Ryun, a master swordsman from Gae Bang.”
Ak Cheon Bu, who had been staring intently at Bu Eunseol, let disbelief flicker across his eyes.
“He killed him?”
“Indeed.”
“That’s impossible.”
He had been pursuing Yu Woon Ryong relentlessly.
Though Yu Woon Ryong had grown stronger even while fleeing, I knew he was still unequal to facing a master of the Great Intention realm.
“Nonsense. With his skill, he couldn’t possibly kill a master of the Great Intention realm.”
Bu Eunseol spoke with composed indifference, crossing her arms.
“If you doubt me, verify it yourself.”
Ak Cheon Bu, studying her intently, turned his body to examine Seong Ryun’s corpse carefully.
“Hmm.”
Indeed, every scar scattered across Seong Ryun’s body bore the unmistakable marks of White Horse techniques.
They were wounds inflicted when Yu Woon Ryong unleashed the White Horse Sect’s Heaven-Transcending Forbidden Art.
“But the fatal wound is the stab wound on the chest…”
A sharp gleam flickered in Ak Cheon Bu’s eyes.
The decisive cause of Seong Ryun’s death was the acute stab wound on his chest.
‘Yet the White Horse techniques command all variations of Tianxia weapons… so such a wound is not impossible.’
In truth, this was possible only because of Bu Eunseol’s Formless Heavenly Stream, which left neither trace nor method—but Ak Cheon Bu could not have known this.
“Mm.”
Ak Cheon Bu exhaled slowly.
His orders were to cripple the martial arts of the Ten Demon Expert who had failed to eliminate the master of the Great Intention realm.
Yet now, having witnessed the master of the Great Intention realm’s death before his eyes, he found himself deliberating whether to punish Yu Woon Ryong or not.
“The objective was always the master of the Great Intention realm. He has done what was required.”
At Bu Eunseol’s words, one of the Melting Soul Great Division members standing behind Ak Cheon Bu let out a scoff.
“Ridiculous. That wretch disobeyed orders and fled on his own. That alone is a crime.”
Bu Eunseol responded coldly.
“He retreated to fight another day. If you kill him now, you’ll be destroying a sharp blade capable of handling masters of the Great Intention realm.”
Ak Cheon Bu gazed silently at Seong Ryun’s wounds.
After a moment of deliberation, he turned his gaze to Bu Eunseol.
“Which of the Ten Demon Experts do you belong to?”
“Why do you assume I’m one of the Ten Demon Experts?”
“You’re not?”
As Ak Cheon Bu stared at her intently, Bu Eunseol spoke as if resigned.
“Nangya Sect.”
“Nangya Sect… I see.”
Only then did all the questions lingering in Ak Cheon Bu’s mind dissolve completely.
‘Even in hell, bonds of brotherhood exist.’
Ak Cheon Bu, gazing at Bu Eunseol, lifted the corners of his mouth.
It was so faint and subtle a smile that no one noticed his amusement.
“We’re leaving.”
“Section Leader.”
“I killed him. The Orthodox Master.”
Ak Cheon Bu glanced at Yu Woon Ryong as he spoke.
“After all, the Ten Demon Experts are those who must continue fighting until the Orthodox Masters disappear, are they not?”
Then he turned his gaze back to Bu Eunseol and spoke.
“Ma Cheon Je will surely understand the slight delay in time.”
After staring at Bu Eunseol for a long moment, Ak Cheon Bu turned his body.
“We return.”
A faint shimmer.
They unfurled their divine techniques in unison and vanished into the night sky.
Then Yu Woon Ryong, who had kept his mouth shut all along, rose to his feet.
“Why….”
Biting his lip, he spoke with a humiliated expression.
“Why did you step forward, you bastard!”
Yu Woon Ryong felt insulted.
Bu Eunseol, whom he had long despised and envied, had come forward and saved his life….
It was more shameful than it was gratifying.
“Did you not beg?”
“What?”
Bu Eunseol spoke coldly.
“There is nothing after death. I want to live. Only then will there be another chance. You told me this.”
“What nonsense are you spouting now? When did I ever say such a thing?”
“Whether you know it or not, your eyes, your body… certainly told me so.”
―I want to live! If I had just a little more time, I could become stronger too!
Bu Eunseol could feel it clearly.
The desperate cry that had burst forth from Yu Woon Ryong’s body and heart when the Melting Soul Great Division appeared.
“Thanks to you, I was able to handle him smoothly, so I merely helped to repay the debt.”
The wounds Yu Woon Ryong had inflicted on Seong Ryun were limited to skin and muscle.
In truth, there was not a single fatal wound among them.
Bu Eunseol was showing consideration for Yu Woon Ryong in her own way.
“Don’t make me laugh!”
Yu Woon Ryong sprang to his feet and cried out.
“Do you think I would be grateful for that?”
Glaring fiercely at Bu Eunseol, he suddenly hurled a medicine bottle from his bosom at her.
With a sharp sound, I caught it—a medicine bottle containing golden pills.
“What is this?”
“Can’t you tell by looking? It’s an internal injury medicine.”
Biting his lip, Yu Woon Ryong spoke loudly.
“Next time, I will surely kill the Orthodox Master with my own hands, and you as well!”
Then he unfurled his divine technique and vanished into the night sky.
Bu Eunseol watched the direction Yu Woon Ryong had flown and spoke softly.
“How dishonest of him….”
Yu Woon Ryong possessed a volatile and hasty temperament, yet he was no villain corrupted by evil.
He merely felt shame at his own predicament—forced to accept Bu Eunseol’s goodwill simply to survive.
“…Both, then.”
Hell Island swarmed with insidious creatures who would smile while drawing their blades. Yet I had never encountered anyone as purely, disarmingly simple as Yu Woon Ryong.
In truth, I did not despise Yu Woon Ryong as much as I pretended.
“I must return.”
Bu Eunseol wiped the blood from her lips and drew a deep breath.
The wounds inflicted by Seong Ryun were severe enough to require three days of continuous cultivation to heal.
Had I failed to perceive the principles of his martial technique during our clash, it would be I lying dead instead.
“Surprisingly thorough in preparation.”
As Bu Eunseol gazed at the glass vial in her hand with a bitter smile,
Crack-boom!
Suddenly, a tremendous force descended from the heavens accompanied by thunder.
“The Soaring Dragon Palm?”
It was unmistakably the supreme technique of the Flying Dragon Across Heaven that Seong Ryun had wielded moments before.
Yet its power and scope far exceeded what Seong Ryun had demonstrated.
Bu Eunseol dared not meet it head-on and hastily retreated.
But the force field was so vast that complete evasion proved impossible.
Whoosh.
In the end, Bu Eunseol drew her Silent Sword and swung it with all her might.
“Hgh.”
Yet the internal injuries prevented her vital energy from flowing properly.
Driven back three steps by the force, Bu Eunseol spat blood from her lips.
Thud.
In that moment, the shadow hovering in the void descended before Bu Eunseol.
He was an elderly man with a bristling gray beard. His eyes gleamed with intensity, and he possessed the bulk of a bear with the waist of a tiger.
Clearly, he was a master of the highest martial caliber.
“Huh….”
As the old man gazed upon Seong Ryun’s corpse, cold light streamed from his eyes.
“Did you do this?”
The old man’s robes, illuminated by moonlight, were tattered and patched.
At a glance, he was unmistakably a master of Gae Bang.
“Answer me!”
His words crashed down like thunder and lightning.
Moreover, his formidable power was so densely concentrated that it deepened Bu Eunseol’s internal injuries like the roar of a lion.
‘An opponent beyond my reach.’
The old man’s martial prowess transcended mine by an immeasurable gulf.
Even in perfect condition, I would never be his match—of this, I was certain.
Should I flee?
If I said yes, the elderly master from Gae Bang would surely strike me down on the spot.
But I had no intention of lying to beg for my life.
“Yes.”
The old man’s bulbous eyes widened even further, as if he hadn’t expected Bu Eunseol to admit so readily.
“Who are you?”
“Bu Eunseol.”
“Bu Eunseol?”
The old man’s expression turned momentarily blank before he let out a hollow laugh.
“Bah. What does origin or name matter?”
From the old man’s body, an aura as immense as Mount Tai erupted, piercing the very heavens.
“In the end, it’s all the same once I’ve killed you.”
Bu Eunseol drew a deep breath and gripped the Silent Sword tightly.
This time, no matter what method I employed, death was inevitable.
“Are you affiliated with Gae Bang?”
“I am.”
The old man replied in a low voice to Bu Eunseol’s question.
“Our organization claims to be Orthodox, but it’s nothing but a beggar’s den. Since ancient times, beggars have repaid grudges with blood.”
Then, staring intently at Bu Eunseol, he spoke.
“Since this wasn’t a fair duel, you have nothing to say, do you?”
“What do you mean?”
“One of Sal Gu Haeng’s disciples was lying by the River Bank with breath still in him. He told me that one of our sect’s disciples was being attacked by two of the Ten Demon Experts.”
In that moment, Bu Eunseol understood the full situation.
When I realized Yu Woon Ryong was being overwhelmed by Seong Ryun, I hastily dealt with the others and rushed toward them.
Sal Gu Haeng Do, witnessing this, had assumed Bu Eunseol was going to combine forces with Yu Woon Ryong.
“I’m not certain what constitutes the scope of a fair duel, but I fought him alone.”
“Ah, so it was a fair fight.”
The old man nodded, then suddenly his eyes flashed with a piercing light as he spoke.
“The dying disciple of our sect lied!”
Whoooosh.
From the old man’s body, an aura that seemed to tear the heavens asunder radiated outward.
No matter what I say, he won’t believe me.
Since the dying Sal Gu Haeng Do had spoken those words, even if a Buddha-like primordial spiritual radiance emanated from Bu Eunseol’s forehead, the old man would not believe it.
“Are you prepared?”
At the old man’s words, Bu Eunseol silently drew upon my inner energy.
I had no intention of dying meekly. Drawing forth every last drop of true qi flowing through my body, a faint luminescence bloomed from my form.
“Impressive momentum, I must say.”
The old man chuckled and spoke.
“If you can withstand one of my strikes, I’ll let you live!”
Then, his eyes widened fiercely as he swiftly unleashed a palm strike.
The old man’s palm technique was neither swift nor intricate in its variations.
Yet Bu Eunseol could not evade it.
Because a colossal palm descended from the heavens toward the earth—a scope that could not be escaped even if she unleashed her extreme speed shadowless technique.
Just as Bu Eunseol, gripping her ink sword, attempted to counter the cascading palm strike,
“Cough.”
Blood trickled from Bu Eunseol’s lips.
Her vital energy had been severed; she could no longer manifest her martial arts.
“Cease!”
A low voice rang out as countless shadows descended from the void, positioning themselves before Bu Eunseol.
Boom.
As they intercepted the Soaring Dragon Palm, energy waves rippled outward in all directions, and a tempest capable of sweeping away the world itself began to rage.
Whoosh.
As the torrential wind dispersed, ten men clad in yellow robes stood towering before Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
‘Those people…!’
The moment she beheld them, Bu Eunseol could only doubt her own vision.
The ten men in yellow robes were all masked, their eyes gleaming with fierce intensity.
As Bu Eunseol fixed her gaze upon their bearing and the contours of their eyes, she immediately discerned their identity.
‘The Fengyun Corps?’

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