The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 182

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Chapter 182.
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Yo Bul Beom combined the spear shaft behind his back. A spear materialized, its length exceeding thirteen feet.
His Saryeong spear was indistinguishable from those wielded by Yeom Hoon Dae members, yet its power differed vastly.
Whiiiish!
As Yo Bul Beom swung the spear shaft with ferocity, a vast space opened around him.
He swept the shaft and pierced vulnerabilities with the spear tip. The spear’s assault spread like a fan’s ribs, yet whenever a gap appeared, it converged into a single point of light and drove through.
With each movement Yo Bul Beom made, the profound mysteries of the Saryeong Blood Spear Method manifested,
“Ugh.”
“Argh!”
Accompanied by screams, the retainers and Baek Hwa Nang Rang nearby invariably suffered wounds and collapsed.
Traversing the battlefield unimpeded and pushing aside enemies blocking his path, he finally approached where Bu Eunseol stood.
Whoosh!
With a sharp whistle of wind, the Saryeong spear stretched like taffy.
The keen spear tip pierced through the gaps of the space where a dozen figures tangled, driving fiercely into Bu Eunseol’s back as she fought in desperate combat.
Ching!
With a loud metallic ring, Bu Eunseol’s silent sword instinctively rotated behind her, lightly deflecting the incoming spear tip.
A subtle harmony of the diamond-shaped sword and the Beast Blade.
“Hmph, the Beast Blade.”
Realizing that surprise held no meaning against Bu Eunseol’s keen senses, Yo Bul Beom rotated his spear shaft.
Pap pap pap pap.
Raising the spear shaft horizontally to conjure a whirlwind, he pushed back the Baek Hwa Nang Rang surrounding Bu Eunseol.
A wide space opened, and the two figures collided.
“Take this!”
As Yo Bul Beom shouted loudly, suspended in mid-air, Bu Eunseol raised her silent sword in response.
Flaaaaash!
With brilliant light, dozens of spear shadows traced afterimages in the void, wrapping around Bu Eunseol’s body.
The remarkable aspect was that the cascading spear shadows not only arrived at different times but some even hung suspended in the air.
‘This is the Saryeong Spear Method.’
What makes the Saryeong School’s spear method fearsome is the ability to sustain the keen energy gathered on the spear, like sharp sword qi, in the void for a set duration.
Masters of the Saryeong School who deeply refined the Saryeong spear could allegedly maintain that fierce energy for over half a quarter hour.
Tss tss tss tss tss!
In that instant, brilliant sword qi like comb teeth erupted from Bu Eunseol’s silent sword, embroidering the sky.
Caged Bird Yearning for Clouds.
The fourth technique of the Musang Cheonryu unfolded—freely moving the unleashed sword qi.
Clang clang clang clang!
The sword qi embroidering the sky erased the cascading spear shadows with time intervals.
Yet in that moment, Yo Bul Beom, landing on the ground, thrust the spear shaft directly at Bu Eunseol.
As Bu Eunseol moved to defend, the piercing spear tip suddenly vanished.
As the target disappeared, the silent sword hesitated briefly in the void,
Vicious!
With a sharp whistle of air being cleaved, the pointed spear tip thrust toward my throat.
It was the exquisite technique of Saryeong School’s Bloodline Spear—Small Voice Spanning Heaven.
Crack!
Blood sprayed near my neck as I barely evaded the strike.
‘Impressive.’
I couldn’t help but admire inwardly.
There hadn’t even been time to unfold Extreme Speed Shadowless. If not for the Beast Path’s heightened perception, my throat would have been pierced.
“Lucky escape!”
Whoosh!
In that moment, Yo Bul Beom’s spear shaft curved like a bow, sweeping horizontally across my body.
But I had already unfolded Extreme Speed Shadowless and slipped beyond the spear’s range.
“How long will you keep dodging!”
Yo Bul Beom swung his spear again, sealing off both my escape routes and all directions.
In the void, ten spear phantoms materialized once more. From above, spear images rained down in staggered intervals.
On the ground stood Yo Bul Beom, wielding his shaft in all directions.
‘I cannot break through this immediately.’
Unfolding Extreme Speed Shadowless, I shifted my position eighty-nine times in place.
I evaded his offensive while trying to discern Yo Bul Beom’s weaknesses. But his spear technique was so profound that it could not be broken through in a short time.
Crack!
In that instant, Yo Bul Beom’s technique transformed once again.
This time, instead of thrusting directly, he began unleashing false images in all directions.
‘He is equally skilled at unleashing illusions.’
I could not discern the false and real images he produced in a single breath, so I kept retreating.
Yo Bul Beom was a supreme master who had led Yeom Hoon Dae for twenty years and dominated the Murim.
He immediately saw through my intention to evade his offense while grasping the technique variations of the Saryeong Spear.
Therefore, he was spontaneously changing his moves, unfolding a confusing yet profound spear technique.
“Bu is being pushed back.”
Hyuk So Jin, who had scattered the Yeom Hoon Dae members rushing forward with Demonic Qi, furrowed his brow.
At least it was fortunate that while I fought Yo Bul Beom, the battle between Mu Ha Soo Yu Jeong’s forces and Yeom Hoon Dae had been largely settled.
Especially the retainers, including Jeong Lip, all possessed formidable martial prowess.
Their martial arts were closer to the Orthodox Sects than the Demonic Path, easily overwhelming the unique malevolent qi of the Saryeong Bloodline Spear.
But the fight between the leaders—myself and Yo Bul Beom—was unfolding unfavorably.
‘The techniques of that Saryeong Spear cannot be discerned during combat.’
I assessed the situation coldly.
Until now, I had sought to advance my martial arts further by discerning the opponent’s techniques, finding their weaknesses, and then counterattacking.
But Yo Bul Beom’s strength surpassed mine, and his method of controlling the battle was equally skilled.
Moreover, with a spear shaft over three feet long, he had already claimed the space I needed to move, making even Extreme Speed Shadowless unable to guarantee perfect evasion.
Crack!
Once more, the sharp spear tip grazed my cheek, and blood flew upward.
―Don’t think with your head!
In that moment, Sa Woo’s solemn voice echoed in my ears—the same voice that had taught me Beast Sword techniques while wielding his blade on Hell Island.
―By the time you perceive the initial move and dodge, it’s already too late.
Sa Woo, who had once grazed my cheek with his sharp blade in that very lesson, cried out again.
―The moment an attack begins, you must respond instantly!
In that instant, my eyes blazed like burning charcoal.
‘Have I been arrogant all this time?’
The combat style of finding openings and striking down opponents only becomes possible when one’s strength far surpasses the enemy’s.
I had always relied on the ancient divine technique of Extreme Speed Shadowless and my superior sensory perception to evade attacks and discover weaknesses.
But my Extreme Speed Shadowless was still only at the Seven Star level—far from perfect.
Yo Bul Beom, rich in battlefield experience and skilled in concealing openings, was now seizing positional advantage and driving me into a corner while hiding his own flaws.
“It’s over!”
Rather, Yo Bul Beom, having found my opening, unleashed thirty-two shadows.
Each spear image not only had temporal intervals between them but shifted drastically.
Even if I deployed Extreme Speed Shadowless, perfect evasion was nearly impossible.
‘If I cannot evade, I will shatter them!’
Boom!
In that instant, as I unleashed my inner force at full power, a violent explosion of true qi erupted from my body.
Simultaneously, the ink-black blade began to spin fiercely with dark radiance,
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a pitch-black form of light materialized from the blade and soared into the void.
It was Sword Force.
Trembling.
The ink-black Sword Force began erasing the incoming spear images as the blade quivered.
It was an absolute defense technique combining Rhombus Fish Sword and Phantom Return Root.
Crash!
Though weapon met weapon, a deafening roar that split the heavens erupted.
The Sword Force I created was utterly different from ordinary Sword Force that preserved weapon form.
The ink-black Sword Force stretched and contracted like rubber, and its power was fundamentally different from standard Sword Force.
Rumble!
As the circular Sword Force scraped the ground, a pitch-black hole of unfathomable depth was carved into the earth.
‘This… this monster?’
I abandoned my defensive posture and ceased analyzing his techniques.
Instead, I poured forth my inner force without restraint, unleashing technique after technique—a true succession of Heaven-Shattering Strikes.
Yo Bul Beom didn’t dare bring his Saryeong Spear against my ink-black blade, only retreating step after step.
Screech!
Eventually, the moment came when he had no choice but to clash weapons for defense.
Finally, as my blade met his spear tip,
Screeeech.
Yo Bul Beom, driven back twenty paces, withdrew his spear and glared at me.
“Your inner power… surpasses even this Sect Master?”
Bu Eunseol, who has reached the fifth stage of the Reverse Extreme Heart Method, possesses inner strength so formidable that it is second to none.
Yet until now, I had never wielded that power to suppress an opponent.
But when Yo Bul Beom’s technique transformed infinitely, I generated a sword aura with my overwhelming power and crushed the technique itself.
“You talk too much.”
I extended my silent sword without hesitation, granting no respite.
As I shifted from defense to offense, unleashing my technique aggressively, Yo Bul Beom began to falter.
Crash! Crackle!
As the dark sword aura scraped the ground again, thunder itself seemed to roar across the heavens.
With each stroke of my silent sword grazing his body, Yo Bul Beom’s complexion grew increasingly ashen.
My silent sword carried not only tremendous reverse force but was infused with two distinct streams of inner power.
The Extreme Reversal Technique.
An ancient cultivation method said to govern the creation and destruction of all things upon reaching its zenith.
In the past, when I infused inner force into my weapon, thirteen sharp streams of power would pour forth like blade tips.
But as my power deepened and refined, the pure yin and yang energies—the very forces of nature itself—were unleashed.
‘I cannot simply evade this!’
Whoosh!
Yo Bul Beom finally created a spear aura to counter my sword aura.
Boom! Crackle!
Each collision between my silent sword and the Saryeong spear in mid-air drained the color from Yo Bul Beom’s face.
With every impact of the weapons, two torrents of overwhelming power ravaged his internal organs.
“Curse you!”
Yo Bul Beom desperately sought distance, trying to avoid direct contact.
But I moved like a phantom around his body, sealing every escape route.
Even when the Saryeong spear managed to slip beyond my sword’s reach, I would immediately employ a powerful suction technique to pull the weapon back.
‘The Paeng Family possesses a method that shatters the body through weapon collisions.’
I mimicked Woomun Cheong’s Five Tiger Bone-Breaking Technique, which he had attempted on Hell Island to shatter bones through weapon impacts.
“Ugh!”
After forty consecutive collisions, Yo Bul Beom, unable to withstand the overwhelming inner power, finally coughed up blood.
“Ugh…”
Yo Bul Beom, kneeling on one knee, let out a groan.
The two powerful streams of inner power had severed his meridians as if melting them, leaving him unable to move a single step.
“Such inner power…”
Yo Bul Beom trembled violently.
The martial arts of warriors are diverse.
One can fight with weapons, or through sharp words that scatter an opponent’s mental fortitude.
And there is also this method—using overwhelming inner power to suppress an opponent entirely.
“Bu Hyung.”
At that moment, Hyuk So Jin approached my side.
The battle was over.
The three hundred-odd members of the Yeom Hoon Dae were utterly shattered.
More than half of the Yeom Hoon Dae’s forces crumbled under the assault of Mu Ha Soo Yu Jeong’s disciples and retainers.
And when their leader Yo Bul Beom fell, the remaining members ceased all resistance and surrendered.
“Impressive, Bu. To subdue the renowned Yeom Hoon Dae Master single-handedly.”
Bu Eunseol gazed down at Yo Bul Beom.
The murderous intent flickering in her eyes made Hyuk So Jin hesitate for a moment.
“Subdue?”
As Bu Eunseol opened her mouth, a crimson gleam ignited in her pupils.
“Bu. Surely you don’t intend to….”
Hyuk So Jin, grasping Bu Eunseol’s intention, waved his hand urgently.
“Killing him will make enemies of the Saryeong School as well.”
When Bu Eunseol offered no response, Hyuk So Jin swallowed hard.
“You’re already on poor terms with the Hell Blood Sect and the White Horse Sect, aren’t you? There’s no need to add the Saryeong School to that list.”
“On poor terms…is it.”
In truth, Bu Eunseol had always harbored one persistent question in her heart.
―Why does Ma Cheon Je demand the blood of fellow Demonic Path cultivators under the pretext of selecting a successor?
There are countless methods to assess a successor’s qualifications.
If it were for unity, one could simply fight the Orthodox Sects as a common enemy.
If one wished to compare martial prowess, a tournament would suffice.
Yet Ma Cheon Je demanded endless clashes and bloodshed between Demonic Path sects.
“So that’s what it was.”
Only after defeating Yo Bul Beom could I finally grasp the reason.
“There’s no way relations could be good.”
With a cold smile, I looked down at Yo Bul Beom.
“The Demon Hall alliance can never endure without bloodshed.”
At last, I understood everything.
The struggle for succession to lead the Demon Hall alliance—in it, anyone who is not an ally becomes an enemy.
There is no neutrality; those who oppose must be thoroughly subjugated.
“From now on, I’ll show you what happens when you cross me.”
In that instant, Yo Bul Beom’s gaze shifted.
He had been the Yeom Hoon Dae Master, terrorizing the Gangho for decades, a synonym for fear itself.
Yet to meet his end at the hands of a former master of Nangya Sect?
“I won’t borrow your hands.”
Yo Bul Beom wiped the blood from his lips and rose unsteadily, slowly straightening his frame.
Gripping his Saryeong Spear, he drew upon his inner energy, attempting to sever his own meridians and end his life.
Flash!
But the attempt failed.
Before he could sever his meridians with inner force, Bu Eunseol severed his carotid artery in a single, swift motion.
Whoosh!
Blood sprayed forth as Yo Bul Beom’s eyes widened in shock,
Thud.
He collapsed like a felled log.
Thus ended Yo Bul Beom, master of the Yeom Hoon Dae of the Saryeong School, who had castigated the Murim for decades.

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