The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 155

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Chapter 155.
Cheong Cho Hyeon bit her lip, unable to speak.
She had seen it clearly herself.
How Gwan Seok Cheon’s blade had bent unnaturally before piercing through Bu Eunseol’s dantian.
There was no way the Jeom Chang Sect possessed a technique to strike the dantian. Gwan Seok Cheon had deliberately employed a vicious sword technique to slaughter Bu Eunseol mercilessly.
“I will never forgive you!”
Consumed by rage, Cheong Cho Hyeon immediately drew her precious blade and lunged at Bu Eunseol.
Whoosh!
The mist-like sword that had poured forth before her eyes vanished, only to suddenly pierce toward Bu Eunseol’s flank.
The Ami Sect’s peerless cloud sword technique, the Pyo Hyang Jeol Un Sword, had been unleashed.
Clang! Ring!
The sharp Pyo Hyang Jeol Un Sword continuously enveloped Bu Eunseol’s entire body.
A miraculous swordsmanship that vanished like mist only to suddenly burst forth again—yet Cheong Cho Hyeon’s blade was repeatedly blocked by Bu Eunseol’s silent sword.
The pinnacle of cloud swordsmanship, the first principle of the Pyo Hyang Jeol Un Sword: quiet cultivation and frugal nurturing, empty qi and peaceful heart.
In other words, only through serene practice and wielding the blade with an emptied mind could its true essence manifest.
Yet as she swung her blade in fury, the subtlety could not unfold properly.
Flash!
After continuously blocking successive sword techniques, Bu Eunseol finally deployed the Meteor Chasing Moon.
“Ugh.”
The sword technique, swift as light, came from a direction impossible to discern.
She barely twisted her body and retreated, but her hair was sheared away in an instant.
“Do not harm Cheong Mei!”
With a thunderous shout, Han Sung drew his blade and attacked Bu Eunseol from behind.
Crash!
As the Pyo Hyang Jeol Un Sword poured forth from both sides, Bu Eunseol deployed her footwork and converted her sword techniques to defense.
“Die!”
Having seized the advantage, Han Sung united with Cheong Cho Hyeon to corner Bu Eunseol.
Such an action could be called deeply cowardly for a master of the Orthodox Sects.
Yet because Cheong Cho Hyeon had fallen into danger and he had acted on instinct, he managed to escape censure from the crowd.
Clang! Clang!
As the two great masters combined their strength and deployed their blades, the power shook the heavens and split the earth.
Moreover, since both had equally cultivated the cloud sword of the same Ami Sect, their movements synchronized perfectly as if executing a coordinated technique.
“Two against one!”
Unable to bear it any longer, Myo Cheon Woo attempted to strike. But Seok Woo Haeng quickly stopped him.
“Do not interfere.”
“What are you saying? You expect me to stand idle watching that?”
Myo Cheon Woo clenched his teeth, observing Seok Woo Haeng’s cold expression.
“That one challenged before so many people to save us. Do you understand?”
Myo Cheon Woo ground his molars.
“Because she knew we could not break through this encirclement in our wounded state, she chose to challenge directly like this!”
“I know.”
Seok Woo Haeng spoke calmly.
“But if you intervene, you’ll fall straight into that Han Sung’s trap.”
“What?”
“Look. See what happens if you get involved.”
Only then did Myo Cheon Woo suppress his agitation and survey the surroundings.
The guests had all detoxified themselves and now watched the fierce battle in perfect condition.
Moreover, the Taoist masters of the Jongnam Sect and Artificial Cave, along with the martial artists of the Jang Geom Mountain Manor, were all poised to strike at a moment’s notice.
“They’re waiting for you to lose your head and intervene. That way, they can attack together without facing criticism.”
In that instant, Myo Cheon Woo felt as though ice water had been poured over him, his mind suddenly sharp and clear.
Only then did he perceive Han Sung’s sinister scheme.
Upon sensing Bu Eunseol’s superior martial prowess, Han Sung had deliberately feigned rage and launched a coordinated assault.
Once Seok Woo Haeng and Myo Cheon Woo let their guard down, they would all rush in together to eliminate them.
“Then what? You’re saying we should just stand here and watch?”
Seok Woo Haeng shook his head calmly.
“Gather your inner strength. Be ready for anything.”
Myo Cheon Woo and Seok Woo Haeng were wounded, but their legs remained intact.
If they wished, they could flee immediately.
But if the two of them escaped, Bu Eunseol would be surrounded at once, so they held their ground.
“Hmph, so you do have some honor after all, Seok Woo Haeng.”
Myo Cheon Woo, recalling something, let out a cold laugh as he looked at Seok Woo Haeng.
“If you wanted to escape, you could have slipped away discreetly at any time.”
All the guests’ attention was now fixed on the battle between Bu Eunseol and the masters of the Orthodox Sects.
With Seok Woo Haeng’s perfect mastery of Geuk Sal Mil Gak’s assassination techniques, he could easily slip away unnoticed in this chaos.
“Honor?”
Seok Woo Haeng laughed coldly and spoke.
“Observing how that battle unfolds is my priority first.”
“What?”
Even as he spoke, Seok Woo Haeng’s gaze remained fixed on Bu Eunseol.
“Watching this fierce clash alone grants me considerable information and advantage. It’s a spectacle I absolutely cannot miss.”
“Seok Woo Haeng. You bastard.”
“If that woman loses, I’ll flee immediately. Whatever happens.”
Myo Cheon Woo’s mouth fell open.
Seok Woo Haeng possessed neither blood nor tears—nor even a shred of honor.
“That woman revealed herself in a disadvantageous position to save us. For no reason other than being a fellow Ten Demon Immortal.”
Myo Cheon Woo spoke in a low voice.
“And you would betray her?”
“Don’t misunderstand, Myo Cheon Woo.”
Seok Woo Haeng’s eyes grew cold and distant.
“Since when were the Ten Demon Immortals comrades on the same ship?”
“Seok Woo Haeng.”
“Have you forgotten the lessons learned on Hell Island? The Gangho is no different from Hell Island.”
There was no wavering in Seok Woo Haeng’s gaze.
“We are still living on Hell Island. Even in this very moment.”
―We are still living on Hell Island.
Myo Cheon Woo fell silent.
Not a single word Seok Woo Haeng spoke was wrong.
Originally, all the trainees killed one another to become one of the Ten Demon Immortals. There had never been any camaraderie or loyalty to begin with.
“No. This place is not Hell Island.”
Myo Cheon Woo shook his head.
“And that woman couldn’t possibly not understand that.”
This place was not Hell Island.
And precisely because Bu Eunseol understood this place was not Hell Island, she had extended such kindness.
“Of course, Seok Woo Haeng, your perspective is not entirely wrong either. The Murim is indeed like a barren desert.”
When facing death, I held Bu Eunseol’s perspective in higher regard—the one who had shown me kindness.
“Think as you wish. That too is your life.”
Whoosh!
Meanwhile, Bu Eunseol’s duel was reaching its climax.
Ever since fleeing from Geol Wang’s assault, Bu Eunseol’s swordsmanship and inner energy had risen dramatically through sheer determination.
Had it been otherwise, I would have lost my life to the blades of Han Sung and Cheong Cho Hyeon.
Yet I could not be strong enough to face two Grand Masters simultaneously.
With each repetition of the two masters’ phantom blades appearing and vanishing in the void, I was gradually pushed into a defensive position.
“Even you cannot withstand our combined assault!”
As my disadvantage became apparent, Han Sung cried out with confidence.
Whoosh!
By now, my entire body was covered in wounds both large and small.
Yet they were merely flesh wounds. My eyes blazed like flames, and my two legs stood firm as Mount Tai.
“This person possesses formidable inner energy.”
Cheong Cho Hyeon whispered to Han Sung as she observed me.
“The inner power infused into the blade is not affecting them at all.”
Those two, having entered the Transcendent Realm, were likewise pouring powerful inner energy into their blades.
Thus, the moment skin made direct contact with the blade edge—not through sword energy—overwhelming inner power would flood through the meridians.
Yet despite my skin being grazed by the blade countless times, I suffered no impact and continued fighting unscathed.
“No matter how formidable this person’s inner energy is, they cannot withstand our combined assault.”
Han Sung spoke quietly, his blade gleaming with white radiance as he swung it left and right.
“Cheong Mae. Perform the Consecutive Strike Unity Form.”
The Consecutive Strike Unity Form.
A two-person combined technique used by two masters who have mastered the Flowing Sword Technique to the tenth level or higher when facing an enemy.
One uses Ice Dissolution and Tile Collapse. The other uses Wind Flow Cloud Dispersal, attacking simultaneously.
In this way, a perfect sword strike that cannot possibly be evaded is created—the Consecutive Strike Unity Form.
“I understand.”
Cheong Cho Hyeon nodded heavily and deployed the opening move of the Bing So Wa Hae technique.
Saaah.
A blade energy as thin as pale mist enveloped Bu Eunseol’s entire body. Simultaneously, a sharp wind poured forth from the tip of Han Sung’s sword.
Whoosh.
Bu Eunseol raised the dark sword upright.
Could I shatter the blade technique unleashed by two Masters of the Great Way combining their strength?
Such doubts did not exist in my mind.
There was only one thought occupying my consciousness.
‘I will not retreat any further.’
Retreating due to lack of power was something that happened once—and only once. I would never experience such a thing again.
Uuuoong.
With a strange tremor, a subtle radiance began flowing from my entire body.
That light gradually transferred to my dark sword and then to my left hand.
All this time, I had strived to fill my shortcomings, and that meant perfecting the secret techniques of the Demon Fist Seven Forms.
“Consecutive Unity Form!”
In that instant, shouts of power erupted simultaneously from the mouths of Han Sung and Cheong Cho Hyeon.
With it, a pure white blade energy poured down upon my head. It resembled a beautiful and magnificent white cloud.
Yet in reality, that cloud was a formidable blade energy that passed through all material substances in this world.
Whiiiing!
In that moment, a subtle radiance kindled in my left fist.
I was not using the Formless Heavenly Stream, but rather the Demon Fist Seven Forms.
‘The Demon Fist Seven Forms….’
A brilliant light blazed forth from my eyes.
Simultaneously, the light gathered in my fist began rotating fiercely like a whirlwind.
As I extended my fist, a dragon cyclone erupted as if it would sweep away everything in this world.
It was the third form of the Demon Fist Seven Forms that I had never used before—Forgotten Self Shattering.
Crack crack crack crack!
The swirling, formidable fist force surged into the empty air, beginning to push back the descending blade energy.
Burst!
And in that same instant, the blade energy that had painted the entire world white completely dissipated, revealing the shocked faces of Han Sung and Cheong Cho Hyeon.
Flash! Flash!
In that moment, the dark sword held in my right hand created two brilliant streaks of light.
I had used the Formless Heavenly Stream’s Meteor Chasing Moon technique consecutively.
Saaash.
That brilliant light passed through the bodies of Han Sung and Cheong Cho Hyeon, disappearing into the sky above.
Suddenly, the entire world fell silent, and time seemed to have stopped.
Click.
The sound that broke that quiet yet heavy silence was me sheathing the dark sword.
And at that same moment, the wide-open eyes of Han Sung and Cheong Cho Hyeon began to dim.
Shwooosh!
And from the necks of Han Sung and Cheong Cho Hyeon, who had been standing tall, bloomed crimson flowers of blood.
Thud.
The two collapsed like felled logs without even managing a final scream.
“Two Grand Masters simultaneously….”
Everyone doubted their own eyes.
A Ten Demon Immortal had single-handedly repelled the combined assault of two Grand Masters!
“Sung!”
In that moment, Han Young Baek’s anguished wail pierced through the Jang Geom Mountain Lodge.
“You… how could you…!”
Han Sung had been his only son, raised as precious as gold and jade, and the pride of the Jang Geom Mountain Lodge—a Grand Master.
Clutching his son’s corpse and sobbing, Han Young Baek pointed toward Bu Eunseol and cried out loudly to the guests.
“Seize that woman! Eliminate her!”

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