The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 153

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Chapter 153.
There was no doubt—the culprit was Seok Woo Haeng.
The guests, composed of Orthodox Sect masters, were a potential military force that could aid Janggeom Mountain Lodge at any moment.
He had released Mountain Poison beforehand, contaminating the guests of Janggeom Mountain Lodge.
“It appears to be Mountain Poison mixed with a retching miasma, though it’s not lethal!”
One of the guests with medical knowledge cried out.
The fortunate aspect was that the Mountain Poison posed no threat to life, and most of the martial artists present possessed sufficient inner energy to expel the toxin.
“We request your protection!”
The fallen martial artists crossed their legs and began expelling the poison with all their might.
The remaining warriors of Janggeom Mountain Lodge fell into panic—they could not spare even a hand to help, and instead had to protect the guests.
‘It will be over soon.’
Myo Cheon Woo, unleashing the Destruction Spear technique, wore a smile of victory.
Seok Woo Haeng’s plan was meticulous—he alone had thrown the warriors of Janggeom Mountain Lodge into chaos and subdued the masters from Songnan and the Artificial Cave.
Now, if he simply claimed Han Sung’s head, everything would be finished.
Ching!
Yet suddenly, a clear blade cry pierced the heavens.
“…!”
At the same moment, a torrent of white sword energy crashed down upon Myo Cheon Woo’s head like a tempest.
“What?”
Myo Cheon Woo hastily attempted to evade the cascading sword energy.
Whoosh!
Yet the descending energy suddenly vanished before his eyes, then pierced through his back.
“The Fragrant Path Severing Fate Sword?”
The cascading sword energy was identical to Han Sung’s Fragrant Path Severing Fate Sword technique.
But its precision and subtlety surpassed Han Sung’s, carving in from an angle utterly inescapable.
“Ugh.”
Myo Cheon Woo spun his body like a top, dispersing his palm force outward.
It was the Destruction Spear’s life-saving technique—the Destruction Print Overturning Heaven Creation.
Crackle, crackle.
Concentric waves of palm force enveloped Myo Cheon Woo’s entire body.
Yet despite employing the life-saving technique, the sword energy pierced through and left a deep wound on his left forearm.
‘Damn!’
Having taken a blade strike on his left forearm, Myo Cheon Woo was greatly alarmed.
The flesh wound was not severe, but the inner energy embedded in the sword strike had blocked the meridians of his left forearm.
Thud.
Simultaneously, a slender shadow descended from the void beside Han Sung.
“Cheong Mae?”
Upon discovering the woman who had descended beside him, Han Sung’s eyes widened.
The woman in white robes held a precious blade that gleamed with white radiance in one hand—she was Cheong Cho Hyeon, a master of the Ami Sect.
“What brings you here?”
Just as Han Sung cried out in alarm,
Whiiiish!
This time, a sharp piercing sound erupted above Seok Woo Haeng’s head as he clashed with the Taoists of Songnan and the Artificial Cave, accompanied by the low hum of a blade.
Crack!
The piercing sound suddenly transformed into a deafening explosion that tore through the air, boring down toward Seok Woo Haeng’s head.
Seok Woo Haeng attempted to evade, but Kang Jung Ryang and Du Ak, sensing his intent, desperately cut off his escape route.
Slash!
Blood erupted from Seok Woo Haeng’s flank as the keenly-shot sword qi found its mark.
Thud.
At that same moment, a massive shadow descended from the void before the Taoists of Songnan and the Artificial Cave.
The shadow’s true form was a man clad in a navy martial robe.
His eyes blazed with vitality, and his entire frame radiated a sharp, piercing aura.
Moreover, at his waist hung a distinctive long sword—its blade tip elongated like an arrow.
“Jeom Chang Sect?”
Recognizing the sword the man wielded as one used by Jeom Chang Sect’s martial artists, Seok Woo Haeng’s eyes gleamed.
“…A Grand Master, then.”
The man smiled and nodded with a chuckle.
“Gwan Seok Cheon of Jeom Chang.”
Jeom Chang had produced two Grand Masters. One was Young Ji Wi, who had entered the sect later in life. The other was Gwan Seok Cheon, one of the sect’s first-generation disciples.
―Why would a Grand Master of Jeom Chang appear here?
As the unexpected situation unfolded, the watching martial artists began to murmur among themselves.
“Seok Cheon. What brings you here?”
At Han Sung’s question, Gwan Seok Cheon approached and answered playfully.
“It’s been a while. Master of Janggeom Mountain Lodge.”
Han Sung’s face flushed red.
“Must you still tease me about that?”
During his days training martial arts at the Murim Alliance, Han Sung had once cried out while enduring grueling training: “I am the Master of Janggeom Mountain Lodge!”
From that day forward, among the Grand Masters, Han Sung’s nickname had become “Master of Janggeom Mountain Lodge.”
“What brings you? You came without any word—how did you even know to come here?”
As Han Sung’s eyes widened, Gwan Seok Cheon smiled.
“I heard that Janggeom Mountain Lodge was preparing a trap to capture the Ten Demon Immortals. So I came to lend a hand.”
Though his words seemed casual, Han Sung’s expression immediately hardened.
The plan to set a trap for capturing the Ten Demon Immortals had been kept in absolute secrecy even within Janggeom Mountain Lodge.
Yet he had learned of it and come to help? That could only mean there was a spy among the leadership of Janggeom Mountain Lodge leaking information to outsiders.
Seeing Han Sung’s expression, Gwan Seok Cheon sighed.
“Don’t worry. Surely I wouldn’t plant a spy in a friend’s house?”
His gaze rested not on Han Sung, but on Han Young Baek.
“Could it be… Father?”
Gwan Seok Cheon nodded and spoke quietly.
“Your Master asked us in secret. He said that should things go awry, would we be willing to offer our aid.”
Han Sung lowered his head in shame.
In the end, my father had doubted my abilities and sought help from others.
And from none other than his closest companions at that.
“Why didn’t you tell me beforehand?”
“This matter had to proceed with utmost secrecy. If I deceived you, then they wouldn’t see through the deception either.”
Han Sung felt discontented but said nothing.
In truth, had these men not arrived, the plan would have failed completely, and I myself would have perished.
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The grandmasters of the Jeom Chang Sect and Amipa suddenly appeared.
Myo Cheon Woo, observing the conversation between these masters and Han Sung, exhaled deeply while gazing at Seok Woo Haeng.
“You didn’t anticipate this?”
Seok Woo Haeng’s expression had grown slightly rigid.
As an assassin, he had always predicted sudden situations and prepared thoroughly for them.
But this time, unforeseen events had unfolded one after another.
‘Where exactly did the information leak from?’
Seok Woo Haeng had spent a month meticulously investigating the surroundings of Janggeom Mountain Lodge to kill Han Sung, and had seen through their traps.
But how could the grandmasters arrive while concealing his presence? How could Han Young Baek and the grandmasters have communicated in secret?
“So that’s what it was.”
Pondering carefully, I found the answer quickly.
“Geuk Sal Mil Gak tried to eliminate me.”
Since entering the Murim, Seok Woo Haeng had been gaining prominence by successively eliminating grandmasters.
Geuk Sal Mil Gak must have found me troublesome.
Under no circumstances could Seok Woo Haeng become the successor to the Demon Palace.
“I should have established my own independent intelligence network first.”
Seok Woo Haeng muttered with a regretful expression.
Having consistently relied on the intelligence forces under Geuk Sal Mil Gak, those forces could have easily seen through my plans and movements.
And surely someone among them had secretly leaked information to the Orthodox Sects to capture me.
“So that’s how it was.”
Myo Cheon Woo, having grasped Seok Woo Haeng’s situation, laughed hollowly.
“The Destruction Spear Sect did the same thing. That’s why I was ambushed in my first confrontation with a grandmaster.”
Myo Cheon Woo spoke matter-of-factly, as if he had abandoned everything.
“From Hell Island onwards… no, from the moment we applied to the Ten Demon Immortals, we were destined to die.”
“No, I anticipated this as well.”
“What?”
“I didn’t anticipate that I would easily assassinate every grandmaster.”
And raising my sword solemnly, I spoke softly.
“I will never die. I will surely survive and become the successor to the Demon Palace.”
A fierce whirlwind erupted from Seok Woo Haeng’s body.
As I drew upon my full power to elevate my inner energy, the true qi flowing through my body began to shimmer like heat haze.
“Impressive momentum indeed.”
Gwan Seok Cheon, observing the scene, let out an exclamation of admiration.
“The Ten Demon Immortals… if we had left those bastards alone for a few more years, victory would have been uncertain.”
“But that won’t happen.”
Cheong Cho Hyeon then spoke coldly, drawing her blade.
“After we dispose of these, we’ll definitely pursue and eliminate the remaining Ten Demon Immortals as well.”
At Cheong Cho Hyeon’s words, Han Sung and Gwan Seok Cheon nodded and took their stances.
Then Kang Jung Ryang and Du Ak, along with five Daoists each, surrounded Seok Woo Haeng and Myo Cheon Woo.
Myo Cheon Woo clenched his teeth.
His left arm’s meridians were twisted and blocked, while Seok Woo Haeng bled from a long wound across his ribs.
Now only death remained.
Flash!
The first strike came from Gwan Seok Cheon’s Four Immortals Sword Technique.
Following that, the Pyo Hyang Jeol Un Sword—the pinnacle of cloud sword mastery—poured down from both sides, while from behind came Songnan’s Chui Woo Sword and the Artificial Cave’s Seven Elephant Palm in a torrential storm.
Against this onslaught, Myo Cheon Woo deployed the Jong Geuk Myeol In Palm, one of the three great techniques of the Destruction Spear Sect.
And Seok Woo Haeng unleashed the Geuk Sal Mil Gak’s Kang Sak Hyeol Ma Sword, ten varieties of hidden weapons, and five types of extreme poison.
However, the Jong Geuk Myeol In Palm was blocked by the relentless Pyo Hyang Jeol Un Sword, while Seok Woo Haeng’s swordplay and hidden weapons were sealed by Gwan Seok Cheon’s Seon Pung Sa Il Sik and the Daoists’ Sword Shadows.
“Haah. Haah.”
Myo Cheon Woo breathed heavily with one arm hanging limp, while Seok Woo Haeng, drenched in blood, glared at his enemies.
“Indeed, the poison specialists of the Ten Demonic Gates. Truly formidable.”
Gwan Seok Cheon looked down at them with undisguised admiration.
Though appearing on the verge of collapse, they stubbornly blocked every attack, desperately seeking any opening to escape.
When an unstoppable technique came, they offered their buttocks and back to minimize damage.
In a one-on-one duel, victory would have been far from certain.
“But now it’s over.”
Cheong Cho Hyeon raised her precious blade high overhead, white light flashing brilliantly.
Recognizing they had no strength left to resist, she prepared her final technique to sever their necks.
“Wait!”
Then Han Sung spoke with an aggrieved expression.
“This is Janggeom Mountain Lodge. If Cheong Mei finishes them, what becomes of my honor?”
In truth, it wasn’t honor he craved, but the renown of having slain a Ten Demon Immortal.
Cheong Cho Hyeon regarded Gwan Seok Cheon briefly with a subtle smile, then nodded.
“Very well.”
Were Cheong Cho Hyeon and Gwan Seok Cheon so indifferent to glory that they would cede the honor of slaying a Ten Demon Immortal to Han Sung?
Not at all.
Three hundred guests here had witnessed everything.
Even if Han Sung claimed to have slain the Ten Demon Immortal, the contributions of Gwan Seok Cheon and Cheong Cho Hyeon could not be ignored.
‘There’s no choice. Only this way can the honor of this lodge be preserved.’
Of course, Han Sung understood this perfectly well.
But since all the plans orchestrated at Janggeom Mountain Lodge had failed… only this would establish his authority as lodge master.
“Thank you.”
Han Sung drew his sword and stepped forward before the two men.
“Ten Demon Immortals. Unfortunately, your timing is terribly off!”
As Han Sung’s blade cleaved through the air toward a man’s throat,
A brilliant flash!
Suddenly a meteor blazed across the sky.
“…!”
But that meteor was not tracing a sacred arc through the heavens—it was hurtling down with ferocious intent toward the ground where Han Sung stood.
“Brother!”
Cheong Cho Hyeon recognized the overwhelming sword energy and swiftly positioned herself in front of Han Sung.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Ear-splitting metallic rings erupted in succession as her blade carved through the cascading waves of sword energy.
“Ugh!”
In that instant, a murky groan escaped Cheong Cho Hyeon’s lips.
The torrent of sword energy was so devastatingly fierce that she could not dissipate it in a single moment.
“Hah!”
At last, Gwan Seok Cheon himself stepped forward and deflected the sword energy to the side.
Boom!
The sword energy that collided with the Four Immortals Sword Technique gouged into the earth beside where Han Sung stood.
Crash!
With a deafening explosion, an enormous crater large enough to swallow an ox tore open in the ground.
Those who witnessed this sight widened their eyes in shock.
―Who in the world could unleash such devastating sword energy?
Whoosh.
In that very moment, a ghostly shadow clad in a mask suddenly erupted from the earth before Seok Woo Haeng and Myo Cheon Woo.
“You are….”
Even facing death, Seok Woo Haeng’s eyes blazed with recognition.
“Bu Eunseol…!”
Though she wore a mask, her eyes alone revealed her identity to him.

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