The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 199

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Chapter 199.
“There, those are them!”
Go Ryong Poong pointed at Hyuk So Jin and the squad members, his voice sharp with accusation.
“Those bastards infiltrated the Blood Transport Cave, stole the Golden Horse Ring, and stirred up conflict between the Hua Shan Sect, the Jongnam Sect, and Si Bi.”
“What did you say?”
Jeon Il Hon’s gaze swept across Bu Eunseol with barely concealed contempt.
Barely past the threshold of adulthood, yet this youth had orchestrated such an absurd scheme while commanding an entire organization?
“This mere stripling speaks for them?”
“Ah, the one who actually infiltrated the pavilion is that one beside him. His footwork is quite nimble, and furthermore….”
“Kill them.”
Jeon Il Hon dismissed the matter with casual indifference.
Even if these thirty-some men were exceptional late-stage masters, they could never overcome the hundred peak-realm experts Jeon Il Hon had brought with him.
Shing.
As the Maban Sect disciples drew their great blades, Bu Eunseol’s voice cut through the air—low yet resonant with searing intensity.
“Now is the moment.”
Though her words were quiet, they burned with a heat that shook the very chest.
“To cast off the shameful name of the Mubon Squad.”
In that instant, the eyes of every Mubon Squad member blazed with fervent fire.
Before coming here, Bu Eunseol had spoken to her members.
She had promised them the chance to change that name.
But the power to change it, she had said, rested not with her—but with them.
“If you achieve victory here, you shall be called by a new name.”
Bu Eunseol drew a deep breath, her voice dropping to a resolute whisper.
“Erase them.”
In that moment, the eyes of her members ignited like wildfire.
The Mubon Squad.
At last, the opportunity had come to shed that ignominious name—”the organization without foundation”—and reclaim their honor.
A hundred peak-realm masters, their faces hidden behind demon masks.
The killing intent they radiated filled the forest, seeming to suffocate every living creature within it.
Yet the morale of the Mubon Squad members never wavered.
These warriors, who had been forced to suppress their individuality and obey without question, now stood ready.
But Bu Eunseol had recognized their uniqueness and imparted martial techniques and secret methods tailored to each member’s talents.
In so brief a span, they had undergone a complete transformation—their martial prowess ascending at a breathtaking pace.
Shing!
Then came a sword cry like the tolling of a death bell,
Whoooosh!
Bu Eunseol, creating hundreds of brilliant points of light, surged forward toward the hundred Maban Sect disciples.
Boom!
Ink-dark inner force erupts from the silent blade, tearing through the void and spreading in all directions.
With each strike, a sickening sound of severing flesh accompanies spraying blood and limbs hurled skyward.
Patter, patter, patter.
Falling blood rained down like a downpour, drenching my entire body.
Bu Eunseol.
I stepped forward first to further elevate the morale of my squad members, displaying formidable martial prowess.
“Follow the commander!”
―Waaaaaah!
The Mubon Squad members charged forward with an intensity never before witnessed, following in my wake.
A battle of extremes that no one could have predicted had finally begun.
Slash! Crash!
Won Se Moon’s unit led the vanguard.
What they had intensively trained was a formidable sword technique disguised as the Demonic Path methods that I had transmitted to them.
A subtle sword technique and sequence of moves that could unleash tremendous power with every strike without expending excessive inner force.
The squad members called this the Nameless Sword Technique.
Not only could it be employed as a Demonic Path method, but I had transmitted it without even naming it.
Crash!
As the first unit deployed the Nameless Sword Technique, the formation of the Maban Sect disciples crumbled in an instant.
Simultaneously, the members of the second unit behind them spread out to the left and right, unleashing a torrent of sharp projectiles.
The second unit members, whose movement techniques were swift, had received from me a method capable of instantly amplifying the speed of their movement techniques.
Along with the fundamentals of inner force cultivation and hidden weapon techniques.
Whoosh!
Each time they spread their arms, sharp projectiles poured forth, disrupting the formation of the Maban Sect.
“Don’t worry and scatter to the sides! We’ll clean up the small fry in the center!”
Jo Nam Cheon, the leader of the third unit, shouted to the second unit members.
The third unit members had been transmitted a sharp sword technique created by emulating the essence of Jongnam Sect swordsmanship.
Whoooosh!
Each time they extended their swords, the blade rotated while extending sharp energy outward.
It resembled the form of Jongnam Sect’s Wind-Chasing Sword and Drunken Immortal Sword, yet the actual technique was composed of sharp killing intent befitting Demonic Path swordsmanship.
“Aaaagh!”
Though the hundred-odd Maban Sect disciples displayed superior techniques, they could not withstand the coordinated assault of the Mubon Squad members moving as one.
The moment the Maban Sect formation crumbled, I seized the opportunity and rapidly approached where Jeon Il Hon stood.
Go Ryong Poong, spotting my approach, stepped forward to block me and called out boldly.
“I shall handle this one!”
“You play with me instead!”
At that moment, Hyuk So Jin, who had been following behind me, intercepted Go Ryong Poong with lightning speed.
Crash!
As Hyuk So Jin extended his hand, dozens of thin strands of violet lightning accompanied by brilliant light pierced through Go Ryong Poong’s body.
“Huh?”
Go Ryong Poong, finding the faint luminescence strange, hastily evaded.
Whoosh!
Sharp wind accompanied a tangle of keen steel threads that sliced away a handful of Go Ryong Poong’s hair as he dodged.
I unfurled the Gangsakhyeolsa obtained from Pal Ma Gwan together with Sinnyeolmagi.
Whirrr!
Hyuk So Jin, who had retracted the Gangsakhyeolsa by twisting his wrist, spoke with a smirk.
“Your evasion is as graceful as a swallow skimming water.”
“Damn you! I’ll kill you first!”
Just as Go Ryong Poong, eyes blazing with fury, lunged at Hyuk So Jin,
Click.
I sheathed my silent blade and spoke to Jeon Il Hon.
“For long harboring the name of the Demonic Path and wreaking havoc across Seomseong, and for disrespecting the authority of the Demonic Path’s supreme leader.
My eyes, fixed upon him with solemn intensity, gleamed with crimson blood light.
“As a disciple of Nangya Sect, I, Bu Eunseol, shall deliver this punishment in Ma Cheon Je’s stead. Accept it with grace.”
“A disciple of Nangya Sect, you say.”
Upon learning of my identity, Jeon Il Hon merely smiled with ease.
“Quite the impressive youngster you’ve raised.”
No matter that I was a disciple of Nangya Sect, he was a master of the Transcendent Realm who had once belonged to the Ten Celestial Demons long ago.
For a mere youth, barely past coming of age, to challenge him alone? To him, it was laughably absurd.
“I should finish this quickly and depart.”
Shing.
Jeon Il Hon drew the great blade from his waist.
Then a blade forged from what appeared to be layered bone revealed itself.
It was Jeon Il Hon’s unique weapon, the legendary ancient blade refined through Corpse Technique—the Phantom Soul Blade.
“Die!”
As he swung the blade, a bloody stench accompanied a piercing radiance that shot toward the space between my brows.
Flash!
Drawing my silent blade, I unleashed a lightning-fast sword technique, cleaving through the incoming radiance.
Whoosh!
Yet the radiance, despite striking my blade, did not dissipate and burrowed toward the space between my brows.
‘…!’
I spun my body like lightning, barely evading the radiance.
Without such impossibly swift reflexes, that single strike would have torn a gaping hole through the space between my brows.
‘A sword technique that cannot be severed.’
The stronger my opponent’s martial prowess, the faster my heart races. For in their strength lies my own path to growth.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Deploying Extreme Speed Shadowless, I circled around Jeon Il Hon’s body.
I sought to discern what swordsmanship he wielded.
Whoosh!
In that instant, an eerie and piercing radiance grazed my spine.
Jeon Il Hon’s Phantom Soul Blade, like Jongnam Sect’s Phantom Cloud Sword, possessed no fixed form, and appeared capable of splitting its blade energy into multiple trajectories like a Scattered Sword technique.
This was not the blade method he had transmitted to Maban Sect, but rather his unique technique—the Residual Shadow Ghost Blade.
Crash!
In that instant, the blade wind conjured by Jeon Il Hon’s technique grazed past Bu Eunseol’s temple.
‘It is not merely the power of the swordsmanship itself.’
Despite executing a flawless evasion, the keen blade wind pursued like a phantom.
Moreover, each time the sword qi cascaded forth, something metallic seemed to brush past the tip of my nose.
‘Let me examine this once more.’
Bu Eunseol possessed a habit of fully comprehending an opponent’s martial techniques before identifying their weaknesses and striking.
While such an approach could greatly accelerate one’s advancement in martial prowess, it was equally fraught with peril.
Whoosh.
Once again, the razor-sharp blade wind swept across my vertebrae.
‘No, analysis can wait!’
Allowing such relentless assaults would strip away all momentum, potentially leading to an irreversible predicament.
Flash!
Bu Eunseol flipped through the air, evading the sword qi that erupted from behind, and deployed the Formless Heavenly Current once more.
Brilliant blue!
The sword qi tearing through the void exploded like fireworks, enveloping Jeon Il Hon’s body.
By simultaneously employing Meteor Pursuit Moon and Thick Clouds Soft Mist, I scattered razor-edged sword traces around his form.
Thud!
In that moment, the keen sword force of the Obsidian Blade swept past Jeon Il Hon, slightly disrupting his stance.
It was but the briefest instant, yet Bu Eunseol seized upon that opening without hesitation.
Shwing!
Pouring all strength into the blade, thirteen rays of radiance poured forth from the Obsidian Blade—seven ensnaring the upper body, the remainder binding the incomplete lower half in a single breath.
The Seventh Form of the Formless Heavenly Current, which wrought incalculable transformations to pierce through enemy defenses—Soul Extinction Reversal had been unleashed.
“Hah!”
Jeon Il Hon then released a thunderous shout, wielding the Phantom Soul Blade in a sweeping arc.
Craaaash!
The Phantom Soul Blade, spinning like a pinwheel, continuously struck against Bu Eunseol’s sword force.
Yet in that moment, the thirteen rays of radiance transformed into ninety-nine sword traces. And just as they were about to envelop Jeon Il Hon’s entire body,
Wobble!
Suddenly, Bu Eunseol’s motion in unleashing the sword traces became mysteriously delayed.
Crack!
Seizing that opportunity, Jeon Il Hon swiftly deployed his movement technique, immediately breaking free from the Soul Extinction Reversal’s sword formation.
“….”
Bu Eunseol’s gaze turned ice-cold.
This attack had properly seized a weakness and deployed Soul Extinction Reversal.
While I had anticipated it would inflict at least some injury, even if not fatal, to see it evaded so effortlessly…
In that moment, the metallic scent reached the tip of my nose once more.
‘I see.’
Bu Eunseol finally understood.
The ancient blade technique and Phantom Soul Blade that Jeon Il Hon wielded contained a paralytic toxin that numbed the body.
However, Bu Eunseol had reached the Fifth Layer of the Reversal Extreme Heart Method, with reversal extreme qi overflowing through the meridians.
In other words, his formidable inner strength had prevented poisoning, yet it had slightly dulled his reflexes.
‘By dismissing ordinary toxins outright, I’ve become slower at detecting poison itself.’
Whiiiing.
A strange luminescence flickered across Bu Eunseol’s eyes as the blood vessels throughout her body suddenly began to expand.
Inner strength reflects the will of the spirit.
The moment she sensed the faint poisoning, the Reverse Extreme Heart Method flowing through her body responded instantly, incinerating the paralysis toxin.
‘That woman?’
As Bu Eunseol burned away the poison with her inner strength during the fierce exchange, Jeon Il Hon could not conceal his astonishment.
‘Her inner strength is truly formidable.’
But that alone was not enough.
In a life-or-death battle, victory is not determined by power alone.
Until now, he had clashed countless times with opponents of superior inner strength and emerged victorious.
“Take this as well!”
The Phantom Soul Blade that tore through the void grew indistinct, and soon his own body began to blur as well.
Recognizing that Bu Eunseol’s inner strength surpassed his own, he sought to suppress her through the subtlety of his technique and forms.
Zing. Zing.
As the Afterimage Ghost Blade unfolded at full power, not only the Phantom Soul Blade but his very body repeated cycles of vanishing and scattering like mist.
Afterimage Ghost Blade.
The technique that had elevated him to the position of one of the Demonic Path’s Ten Great Blade Masters was, true to its name, the art of appearing and disappearing like a ghost.
Since he unleashed not continuous attacks but sudden, explosive strikes, she could not even deploy her diamond-shaped sword technique.
Boom boom boom boom!
Meanwhile, the Phantom Soul Blade swept forward like a tempest, leaving countless shadows in the air as it pressed Bu Eunseol like an elusive phantom.
Slash! Screech!
With each passing moment, Bu Eunseol was becoming a blood person.
Could habits ingrained in the body over long years not be easily broken?
Despite finding herself in a perilous situation, she did not deploy the Limitless Celestial Flow to counterattack, but continued to observe Jeon Il Hon’s technique while maintaining a defensive stance.
Screech! Slash!
Each time the sharp Phantom Soul Blade grazed her body, blood sprayed without fail.
“Hehehehe! I can see your death now!”
Bu Eunseol’s entire body was filled with the blade light created by the Phantom Soul Blade.
Even with Extreme Speed Shadowless, she could not perfectly evade this bizarre technique that appeared and vanished.
If this continued, all that remained for Bu Eunseol was defeat.
‘Afterimages, sound, technique….’
Yet Bu Eunseol’s spirit was filled with tranquility.
Empty Heart Spiritual Perception.
She was not observing the martial technique—she was fully unleashing the ultimate senses of a beast at its highest realm.
Time seemed to stand still as she traced the trajectory of the passing Phantom Soul Blade, concentrating on the enlightenment of a single moment.
‘There is no need to fixate on invisible blade strikes.’
Jeon Il Hon’s Afterimage Ghost Blade transcended the scattered sword, truly deserving the name Ghost Blade—its unpredictability was unparalleled.
Yet facing this ultimate marvel, Bu Eunseol found herself seized by doubt.
Why bother tracing the invisible trajectory of the Ghost Soul Blade?
After all, the Ghost Soul Blade’s destination would inevitably be my vital points—those capable of delivering a fatal blow.
Screech!
In that instant, the Ghost Soul Blade sliced deeply across my left forearm and passed through.
To sustain such a grievous wound during intense combat was tantamount to having the victor already decided.
“So all that arrogance amounted to nothing more than this?”
Jeon Il Hon’s face twisted into a smug smile.
“Now die.”
Just as Jeon Il Hon unleashed his technique with absolute certainty,
‘So that’s what it was.’
At last, as I grasped the secret to obliterating the Residual Shadow Phantom Blade in a single stroke, my eyes blazed with brilliant radiance.
Simultaneously, the Anti-Extreme True Qi that flowed through my meridians following my spirit’s command radiated outward in all directions.
Whoosh!
At the same moment, a resonant vibration erupted—as if a mythical beast were unleashing its primal roar.
My body began to glow, and the shimmering haze of true energy became visible to the naked eye.
Zing!
In response to that sound, hundreds of threads of light erupted from the Silent Sword, coalescing into a distinct form in the void.
The Foxfire Divine Formation.
The secret martial technique I had learned on the second level of the Man Ma Yu Jin Gak—finally unleashed in this desperate battle.

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