The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 152

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Chapter 152.
“It’s not him.”
Kang Jung Ryang, a Taoist master of the Gongdong Sect who had been carefully examining the fallen Middle-Aged Man, shook his head.
“A Ten Demon Immortal who slew a Heavenly Master couldn’t possibly fail to block a single sword strike like the Mountain-Cleaving Blade.”
Clang!
Yet suddenly, the metallic ring of steel echoed from the opposite entrance.
There stood a young man who had been attempting to slip out of the lodge in secret. And before him, Taoist masters in blue robes blocked the entrance.
They were Taoist masters of the Jongnam Sect.
Clash! Clash! Clash!
The young man drew his blade and attacked the Jongnam Sect masters.
Each time weapons collided in a frenzy, waves of scorching heat rose from the man’s body.
Yet not a single bead of sweat graced his face, as though he wore an iron mask.
“The lethal sword technique of Geuk Sal Mil Gak. So this man is a Ten Demon Immortal.”
Kang Jung Ryang cried out to the disciples of the Gongdong Sect.
“Aid them! Attack the Ten Demon Immortal together!”
Whoosh.
The Taoist masters of the Gongdong Sect surged forward and began attacking the young man in concert.
Screech!
As the man found himself surrounded front and back by masters from both Gongdong and Jongnam, he thrust both hands forward with tremendous force.
Fwip! Fwip! Fwip! Fwip!
Simultaneously, hair-thin poisoned needles and a toxic mist poured forth.
Yet the masters appeared fully prepared for both poison and hidden weapons, covering their noses and mouths with cloth saturated in antidote.
Ting! Ting! Ting!
The masters of Gongdong and Jongnam, having deflected all the poisoned needles, began pressing the man harder.
Their swordplay was uniformly superb, and they maintained an intricate formation.
Slice!
A blade grazed the man’s shoulder, and he hastily retreated backward.
“Jongnam and Gongdong.”
As the man muttered with a look of despair, Han Sung, who had been watching from behind, stepped forward.
“Are you a Ten Demon Immortal?”
“I am.”
The young man lightly wiped his face with his sleeve, and his ordinary features transformed into an expression of cold, icy composure.
It was Seok Woo Haeng, a Ten Demon Immortal of Geuk Sal Mil Gak.
“You’ve deliberately set a trap to capture me.”
Han Sung smiled coldly at Seok Woo Haeng’s words.
“Of course. A master assassin of Geuk Sal Mil Gak could never let such a perfect opportunity slip away.”
Within the confined space of Janggeom Mountain Lodge, there existed a target of great renown.
Moreover, with the Forbidden Gathering of Immortals underway, the lodge was crowded with dignitaries from every faction.
A skilled assassin could never afford to miss such an opportunity.
“Did you kill the female Heavenly Master?”
At that moment, a middle-aged man with an ethereal bearing emerged from the Jongnam Sect ranks, his robes billowing behind him.
It was Du Ak, the third of the Seven Swords of Songnan.
“Answer me.”
Seok Woo Haeng, who had been observing Du Ak’s stern expression, let out a soft chuckle.
“What does it matter who killed them?”
“What did you say?”
“Whether it be you or I, we are merely chess pieces placed upon the board.”
Then he extended his Killing Water Sword forward and spoke matter-of-factly.
“Let us see this through to the end.”
“Your confidence is excessive.”
Han Sung, observing Seok Woo Haeng whose robes were torn near the shoulder, spoke coldly.
“Do you truly believe you can face all the masters gathered here alone?”
“….”
“You have grown arrogant.”
Han Sung regarded Seok Woo Haeng with eyes devoid of emotion.
“Of course, you anticipated that traps lay scattered throughout this place. And you were confident you could dismantle them entirely.”
Then he let out a low, derisive laugh.
“But you never imagined that not only the masters of this lodge, but the masters of Songnan and Gongdong would encircle you, did you?”
“Hehehehe.”
Yet Seok Woo Haeng, who had been listening in silence, suddenly burst into laughter.
“Arrogant, you say?”
Seok Woo Haeng looked at Han Sung, Kang Jung Ryang, and Du Ak in turn, speaking slowly.
“Geuk Sal Mil Gak never taught me arrogance. And I already anticipated that lackeys from Songnan and Gongdong would be waiting here.”
“What?”
“How much longer will you flap your jaws?”
Seok Woo Haeng, raising his Killing Water Sword, lifted the corners of his mouth coldly.
“I’m growing weary of this.”
At that moment, blood vessels bulged simultaneously on the foreheads of Han Sung, Kang Jung Ryang, and Du Ak.
“Advance!”
With the cry, the warriors of Songnan, Gongdong, and Janggeom Mountain Lodge all launched their assault toward Seok Woo Haeng.
From the left and right flanks, the warriors of Songnan and Gongdong advanced. From the front, the warriors of Janggeom Mountain Lodge wielded their azure blades.
No matter how formidable Seok Woo Haeng was, he could not withstand such an onslaught. Yet a leisurely smile graced his lips.
“If I die, you won’t be able to kill Han Sung either!”
Even as Seok Woo Haeng continued to wield his blade, he hurled an incomprehensible cry into the void.
“When will you finally show yourself!”
Whoooosh.
Suddenly, a silent, formidable force erupted from behind the warriors.
The force was so yin and yielding that it seemed like mist pouring down.
“Ahhhhh!”
As the warriors turned their heads, a man in a gray robe moved like a phantom behind them, shattering their formation.
“What technique is that?”
Han Sung’s eyes gleamed as he observed the display.
Unlike the typical palm technique that shot force outward in concentrated strikes, the man’s palm energy dispersed like mist.
And those struck by the palm force coughed blood from their lips as they collapsed.
“The Destruction Spear Palm?”
Han Sung cried out loudly, watching the soundless, traceless palm force spread across the battlefield.
“One of the Ten Demon Immortals from the Destruction Spear Sect!”
The figure that had suddenly appeared from the shadows was none other than Myo Cheon Woo, one of the Ten Demon Immortals of the Destruction Spear Sect.
“Seok Woo Haeng!”
Myo Cheon Woo, unleashing palm force that spread silently yet swiftly, called out calmly.
“As promised, I will claim Han Sung’s head!”
Seok Woo Haeng had anticipated a trap at Janggeom Mountain Lodge. Before infiltrating that place, he had made contact with Myo Cheon Woo among the surviving Ten Demon Immortals.
And they had made a pact: instead of joining forces to fight the hidden masters from each faction, Seok Woo Haeng would yield Han Sung to him.
―Why would you propose such a disadvantageous deal to me?
At that time, when Myo Cheon Woo had asked, Seok Woo Haeng answered immediately.
―Songnan and Gongdong Sect are relentlessly pursuing me. If I fail to eliminate them this time, my future movements will face severe constraints.
―Why specifically you? If we’re joining forces, Bu Eunseol would be the more suitable choice.
―Bu Eunseol….
Seok Woo Haeng spoke coldly, his eyes burning with intensity.
―That one is merely a rival I must eventually defeat!
After much deliberation, Myo Cheon Woo accepted the proposal.
He harbored no ambitions to become the successor of the Demon Palace. He merely wished to emerge victorious from this forced conflict.
And when the masters from Songnan and Gongdong Sect appeared, he began assisting Seok Woo Haeng in eliminating them as promised.
Whoosh!
Myo Cheon Woo felled the warriors of Janggeom Mountain Lodge like stalks of grain.
He unleashed a movement technique as fierce as a gale, hurling palm force at the Daoists from both Gongdong and Songnan.
His Destruction Spear Palm had already transcended the Heavenly Reversal realm, reaching the Blood Heaven realm.
The moment the palm force made contact, sharp inner force burrowed into the body, tearing meridians and destroying the five organs and six viscera.
“Ugh!”
“Argh!”
The formation of the Daoists from both Songnan and Gongdong Sect had been entirely directed at Seok Woo Haeng.
But when Myo Cheon Woo suddenly appeared and unleashed the Destruction Spear Palm from outside, their formation crumbled helplessly.
“I will stop him!”
As the formation threatened to collapse entirely, Han Sung stepped forward to confront Myo Cheon Woo.
Shink!
Han Sung immediately drew his blade and deployed the supreme technique of Janggeom Mountain Lodge, the Flowing Dragon Sword Method.
After more than a dozen exchanges, the sword energy of the Flowing Dragon Sword began to fade, while the mist-like Destruction Spear Palm force enveloped Han Sung’s body.
The Flowing Dragon Sword Method was utterly unable to contend with the Destruction Spear Palm.
“Help Sung!”
At Han Young Baek’s cry, Han Sung quickly shouted in response.
“Don’t worry, Father! I can handle this one alone!”
“Hmm.”
Han Young Baek let out a low sound, having seen through Han Sung’s true intentions behind his bold declaration.
Janggeom Mountain Lodge could be called a renowned sword sect, yet it had failed to produce outstanding swordmasters for a long time.
Because of this, its reputation in the Murim was not as high as it was once known to be.
Han Sung intended to use this opportunity to defeat a Ten Demon Immortal single-handedly and greatly elevate the name of Janggeom Mountain Lodge.
“Take this!”
Pressed into a defensive position, Han Sung altered his swordplay with a sharp battle cry.
At that moment, bewilderment flickered across Myo Cheon Woo’s face, who had been unleashing his palm force in a dizzying display.
What he had deployed was not the Jade Dragon Sword Technique, but the Amipa’s Resonant Cloud-Severing Sword.
“Has the young master of Janggeom Mountain Lodge become a disciple of Amipa?”
Despite Myo Cheon Woo’s scoff, Han Sung silently unfolded the Resonant Cloud-Severing Sword.
The instructors of the Murim Alliance had intensively transmitted to him, the young master of Janggeom Mountain Lodge, the essence of Amipa’s Resonant Cloud-Severing Sword.
This was because the Jade Dragon Sword Technique he had learned since childhood was the pinnacle of cloud swordsmanship, which violently twisted the direction of sword qi.
It bore striking similarities to Amipa’s Resonant Cloud-Severing Sword.
“Hah!”
As Han Sung deployed the Resonant Cloud-Severing Sword, Myo Cheon Woo was suddenly forced into a defensive position.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
The sword shadows unfolded toward the neck and chest, yet the sword qi erupted from the left flank and waist.
Unable to predict the direction of the attack at all, Myo Cheon Woo had no choice but to retreat while unleashing his palm force.
“So that is Amipa’s cloud swordsmanship….”
The martial artists watching from afar gasped in admiration.
Cloud swordsmanship was similar to yet completely different from Songnan’s flowing sword technique.
If flowing swordsmanship was like wind that swept away all traces, cloud swordsmanship was like clouds that vanished and suddenly reappeared.
“Then….”
Purple radiance bloomed in Myo Cheon Woo’s eyes as he continued to assume a defensive stance.
“If I cannot predict the direction, I will simply seize the initiative!”
Myo Cheon Woo, who had been maintaining a defensive position, unleashed the Destruction Spear Palm once more.
The Destruction Spear Palm, which had initially spread like mist, now hung suspended in mid-air as if frozen, brimming with palm force.
He was applying Eternal Destruction Piercing Heart, one of the supreme techniques of the Destruction Spear Palm, to counter the cloud swordsmanship’s attacks.
Clang! Boom!
The vanished palm shadows and sword shadows whirled forth, reappearing and dizzying the onlookers’ eyes.
The Destruction Spear Palm force and the Resonant Cloud-Severing Sword were truly like tigers and dragons locked in combat.
The exchange of attacks continued endlessly, yet no victor emerged.
“Aaahhh!”
“Kugh!”
The screams erupted from an unexpected place.
In the meantime, Seok Woo Haeng was methodically eliminating the martial artists of Songnan and Gongdong one by one.
“This bastard!”
The Taoists of Songnan Sect and Gongdong Sect were greatly alarmed.
They were all skilled Daoists, and among the Seven Swords of Songnan, Du Ak and Kang Jung Ryang of the Gongdong Sect possessed cultivation that bordered on the Transcendent Realm.
Yet the fact that they had fallen into a defensive position without even managing to subdue Seok Woo Haeng was utterly incomprehensible.
“How could mere sword practitioners from a temple hope to withstand the lethal arts of our sect?”
Geuk Sal Mil Gak specialized exclusively in the killing arts, and its profound techniques were no inferior to the martial methods of the Ten Demonic Gates.
As he deployed his martial prowess with an array of poisons and hidden weapons, he overwhelmed them despite being outnumbered.
“Aid them!”
Han Young Baek cried out, but already most of the warriors from Janggeom Mountain Lodge lay fallen.
“With this many, we cannot even capture those two wretches?”
Han Young Baek clenched both fists.
His son, a master of the Great Way, the warriors of Janggeom Mountain Lodge, and assistance from Songnan and Gongdong—yet they were losing ground!
Perhaps it was inevitable.
The Ten Demon Immortals were veterans of countless brutal battles forged in Hell Island.
Unless one reached the level of a Great Way master, finding warriors capable of putting them in peril was nearly impossible.
“Aaaaagh!”
With a final, brief scream, the Daoists of Songnan and Gongdong collapsed once more, spewing blood.
Now only Kang Jung Ryang and Du Ak remained, along with five Daoists each.
“Master Han, allow us to lend a hand!”
At that moment, dozens of martial artists among the guests drew their blades and spoke to Han Young Baek.
“They seem overwhelmed by numbers alone, so we shall assist as well!”
The martial artists who had come as guests to Janggeom Mountain Lodge numbered roughly three hundred.
If all of them stepped forward, even if the Ten Demon Immortals’ grandfather himself appeared, they could not be stopped.
“So they are not coming after all.”
Just as Han Young Baek, muttering an incomprehensible soliloquy, nodded as if resigned,
“Ugh.”
Suddenly the martial artists began to retch.
“Blegh!”
Once the retching began, even the seemingly unaffected martial artists started to vomit.
“The food is poisoned!”
Someone cried out at that moment.
All the food served thus far had been laced with poison.

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