The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 202

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Chapter 202.
‘That one?’
Takyol Hwang, sensing the extraordinary momentum radiating from Bu Eunseol’s form, unleashed his full power, pouring forth his blade energy without restraint.
Kwaaaah!
A torrent of azure blade force crashed down like a tidal wave, threatening to engulf Bu Eunseol’s body,
Thrummm.
Bu Eunseol’s silent sword trembled, then began to pursue the shadows of the cascading blade techniques like a phantom.
Formless Heaven Flow, Second Sword Technique. Ten Thousand Swords Return to One.
A masterwork of swordsmanship unfolded—perfectly replicating the enemy’s methods by tracing the trajectories of the incoming techniques.
Clang clang clang clang!
With only a fraction of a moment’s difference, Bu Eunseol’s silent sword collided repeatedly with Takyol Hwang’s blade.
This time, I harbored no intention of analyzing his sword method or dismantling his techniques.
Takyol Hwang was a master belonging to the Twelve Stain Guests—his prowess matched Jeon Il Hon’s without the slightest disparity.
“Ugh.”
After exchanging some forty strikes in rapid succession, a groan escaped Takyol Hwang’s lips.
With each clash of weapons, his entire skeleton shuddered and his wrists throbbed with pain.
Bu Eunseol’s inner force was so formidable that each collision reverberated through his bones like the Paeng Family’s Five Tiger Bone-Breaking Technique.
At this rate, rather than severing Bu Eunseol’s neck, his own wrist bones would shatter first.
‘He intends to decide this with a single technique.’
He discerned that Bu Eunseol aimed to shatter his bones with this one move and end the duel.
‘Moreover, this sword method….’
Takyol Hwang, a master who had dominated the Murim for decades, immediately recognized that the sword path of Ten Thousand Swords Return to One that Bu Eunseol displayed was identical to his own Blood Flame Sect technique.
Zing!
In that instant, Takyol Hwang’s Blood Flame Sect technique became hazy, then suddenly dispersed like mist.
Thud.
Bu Eunseol’s silent sword, which had been scattering brilliance in all directions, lost its trajectory and fell to the ground.
The moment Takyol Hwang ceased his attack and employed a bizarre technique, the Ten Thousand Swords Return to One technique—which instantly stole the opponent’s sword path—was likewise interrupted.
Tap.
Takyol Hwang swiftly retreated and regulated his breathing, steadying his position.
And just as he prepared to attack again,
Flash!
As brilliant light gleamed from the silver-glimmering Blood Flame Sect blade, Bu Eunseol squinted.
Takyol Hwang was standing with the sun at his back.
‘A gift from heaven itself.’
With the sun behind him, he possessed a unique blade technique that would absolutely guarantee his opponent’s death.
‘Even if I exert my full strength, victory is not assured against this one.’
Takyol Hwang sensed that Bu Eunseol possessed prowess equal to his own.
Therefore, rather than risk his life in prolonged combat, he would deploy a fatal blade art capable of killing instantly.
“Excellent!”
Slash!
With a sharp battle cry, I leaped skyward, ascending above Bu Eunseol’s head.
In the same breath, I unfurled the Blood Flame Sect technique, unleashing sixteen strands of blade light in an endless cascade toward her.
That radiance multiplied into thirty-two blade lights.
Those thirty-two blade lights fractured into hundreds of luminous rays that poured down upon her.
‘Deflect them as you have before!’
Takyol Hwang, watching Bu Eunseol, curved his lips into a cruel smile.
‘In that moment, you will fall!’
Just as Bu Eunseol finally moved her silent blade to parry the descending rays,
A sharp crack.
Takyol Hwang’s form had already shifted behind her back.
Though it appeared he had launched himself into the air, it was merely an illusion born of blade light and sunlight.
Mesmerizing Phantom Mirage.
A phantom blade technique of the highest order—when the sun was at one’s back, it could deceive an opponent’s senses and sever their life in a single stroke.
‘Now it ends!’
Takyol Hwang drove his blade forward without hesitation toward Bu Eunseol’s back as she gazed upward.
Yet something felt wrong.
Though he was certain his blade had passed through flesh, there was no resistance at the tip.
A brilliant flash.
A tiny point of light bloomed before Takyol Hwang’s eyes.
Following that luminous point, an endless stream of blade light extended through and pierced between his brows.
“….”
Takyol Hwang’s gaze became unfocused as he stared at Bu Eunseol.
Bu Eunseol, who should have been cleaved in two, calmly sheathed her blade with an unmoved expression.
A drop of blood.
A single bead of crimson trickled from between his brows.
It fell.
As that droplet struck the ground, Takyol Hwang finally grasped the truth.
“So that was it.”
The moment I had deployed the Mesmerizing Phantom Mirage, Bu Eunseol had already abandoned defense and evaded instantly.
Extreme Speed Shadowless Movement. That subtle and swift footwork had left only an afterimage for me to perceive.
“The illusion was mine alone to see.”
Those were his final words.
A dull thud.
Takyol Hwang of the Blood Sea Demonic Path—who, alongside the Twelve Stain Guests, had cast terror across the Murim.
His end was far too hollow.
It was true that one’s senses dulled when gazing directly into the sun.
But Bu Eunseol, having reached the realm of the Empty Heart Penetrating Spirit, could stare at the sun for an entire double hour without the slightest hindrance.
“A poor choice for your final move.”
Takyol Hwang, unable to accept his defeat, drew his last breath with eyes wide open.
Bu Eunseol, looking down upon that figure, shook her head slowly.
“You should have unleashed the true essence of the Blood Flame Sect’s techniques, not merely the Returning Blade Sword Art.”
Had Takyol Hwang committed his full strength to battle me, the outcome would have been uncertain.
But instead of choosing a perilous confrontation, he sought an easy victory.
And the result was… a hollow death he couldn’t even comprehend.
Clang! Screech!
Meanwhile, the Twelve Stain Guests continued their fierce clash with the Mubon Squad members.
Though the Twelve Stain Guests possessed overwhelming individual strength, the Mubon Squad under Hyuk So Jin’s command displayed flawless coordination, moving as a single unified body.
Yet even so, they couldn’t seize victory.
“Hmm.”
After observing the battle for some time, I let out a peculiar sound.
The reason my squad members struggled despite having Hyuk So Jin, a master of the Transcendent Realm, among them.
It was because one of the Twelve Stain Guests had remarkably reached the threshold of the Transcendent Realm.
‘One of the Twelve Stain Guests has entered the Transcendent Realm alone?’
A blur of motion.
I launched myself forward and drew my Silent Blade against the Twelve Stain Guest displaying superior prowess.
A resonant hum.
As the blade sang, millions of points of light converged into a single radiance.
The Meteor Chasing Moon technique had been deployed.
Whoosh!
In that instant, a broad Blood Flame Blade gleaming with silver light unfurled like a fan, creating an expansive luminous membrane.
Clang clang clang!
With a deafening metallic crash, the Meteor Chasing Moon technique that split heaven and earth was abruptly halted.
A single blade had blocked the technique—one that possessed not only blinding speed but the force of a heavy sword.
Whoosh!
The Twelve Stain Guest who had blocked the Meteor Chase suddenly lunged toward me as if diving into my embrace.
“So the Blood Flame Sect also possesses rough blade techniques.”
I muttered softly and swung my Silent Blade, condensing its edge. Simultaneously, I moved to cut down the charging Twelve Stain Guest, but—
Whistle!
Suddenly, the Twelve Stain Guest formed a hand blade with their left hand and split it toward my chest.
“…!”
My eyes widened in surprise.
This move was far too sudden.
Moreover, to abandon a perfectly good Blood Flame Blade and use a hand blade instead?
Flash!
Though this incomprehensible aggressive attack was bewildering, I unhesitatingly severed the hand descending toward my chest.
Boom!
Yet when blade met hand, a metallic ring echoed and my Silent Blade was actually repelled.
It turned out this person had mastered not only the Blood-Dyed Sword School’s techniques, but also terrifying hand combat arts.
Whistle!
Seizing the opportunity, a soft white radiance pierced toward my chest—or rather, it should have.
Crack!
I had caught the sharp-handed assassin’s wrist barehanded in a single motion.
‘How is this possible…?’
He stared at his own hand, now locked in my grip.
Even if seized by iron pincers, it should have shattered into fragments. How could anyone catch it with bare hands?
“So you thought the Demon Fist Seven Techniques were merely a simple martial art.”
They had certainly discerned that I had mastered a martial technique.
But the Demon Fist Seven Techniques were the distilled essence of grappling arts, merely wearing the guise of martial technique.
They could be deployed through the Golden Claw technique without necessarily manifesting as martial force.
I had wielded the Demon Fist Seven Techniques—which allowed me to redirect power with absolute freedom—like a grappling method, deflecting his hand strike and hooking his wrist like a claw.
Whoosh!
But this time, his left foot moved with concealed precision, driving deep into my lower abdomen.
It was the Iron Arrow Blood Snare Kick—a technique of devastating power at close range.
Though the attack came without warning, I evaded the retreat technique as if I had foreseen it, and unleashed a punch.
Boom!
With a thunderous crash, his body flew backward and slammed into the wall.
Thud.
The assassin quickly rose to his feet, but the impact of my fist had torn away his mask, sending it fluttering into the wind.
Then a breathtakingly beautiful visage was revealed beneath the sun.
Lips tinted rose-pink. Pale skin and large, luminous eyes.
The skilled member of the Twelve Stain Guests was, remarkably, a Mysterious Woman.
“So Do Cheon Rin didn’t send you after all…”
“What do you mean?”
The woman shot back with a venomous gaze, and I replied calmly.
“If he had sent assassins, he wouldn’t have sent them so carelessly.”
I had sensed something amiss from the moment Takyol Hwang and the Twelve Stain Guests appeared.
Do Cheon Rin.
A man of such calculated depth would never send mere Takyol Hwang and the Twelve Stain Guests to kill me.
“Ah, so you were Do Cheon Rin’s younger sister.”
My memory for faces and physiques was sharp enough to rival a fortune teller’s art.
Besides, there was no need to think deeply about it. Her features bore such a striking resemblance to Do Cheon Rin’s that they could have been twins.
“Let go!”
The woman wrenched her arm free from my grasp and retreated irritably.
In truth, she was Do Chae Ryeong, Do Cheon Rin’s youngest sister.
Since childhood, she had adored him deeply and revered him like an idol.
Every day she would seek out where Do Cheon Rin stayed, or she enjoyed watching him when he spoke with others.
But at some point, a name began to fall from his lips: ‘Bu Eunseol’.
―He is truly remarkable! Excluding those ‘two’, there would be no one his age who could dare face him.
Do Cheon Rin, who was called the Complete Scholar for his excellence not only in martial arts but in diverse fields.
Her older brother, whom she believed to be the greatest person in the world, had begun to praise someone else.
Someone who absolutely had to be killed.
In the end, she persuaded Takyol Hwang to venture into the Gangho alongside the Twelve Stain Guests.
Her target was to personally eliminate Bu Eunseol—the one who bore both Do Cheon Rin’s love and hatred in a single body.
“Hmm.”
Bu Eunseol exhaled deeply and gazed down at Do Chae Ryeong, speaking with solemn gravity.
“With this, my debt to him is settled.”
Do Cheon Rin, the Young Master of the Blood-Dyed Sword School.
He had consistently opposed my candidacy as successor.
Yet even as the White Horse Sect, Hell Blood Sect, and Saryeong School launched relentless assaults, he never once deployed the Blood-Dyed Sword School’s forces.
From Do Cheon Rin’s perspective, had he allied with them, he might have found an opportunity to topple me.
That restraint was, in its own way, a gesture of goodwill toward me.
As I turned my head, my eyes began to gleam with crimson light.
“But this ends here. Should you touch me even once more, you will forfeit your life—and not you alone, but every member of the Blood-Dyed Sword School.”
A sharp intake of breath.
Do Chae Ryeong bit her lip, her gaze fixed upon the corpses of Takyol Hwang and the Twelve Stain Guests, whose wrists she still clutched as their breath had ceased.
“Leave the bodies as they are. The Main House will handle their disposal.”
“Very well.”
As my response concluded, a sharp sound rang out—I unfurled my divine technique and departed this place at once.
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A deep rumble echoed.
The Wi Sa guards opened the massive doors of the Demon Palace.
Then a young man in white and blue robes walked slowly forward with shoulders aligned—Bu Eunseol and Hyuk So Jin.
Steady footsteps.
Behind them, a column of warriors bearing countless large and small wounds filed inward.
Their robes were torn in places, their bodies covered in injuries. Yet their eyes blazed with fierce light, and a sharp aura radiated from their entire beings.
They were the members of the Mubon Squad.
Originally, they should have returned in pristine condition after receiving treatment, but the surprise assault by Takyol Hwang and the Twelve Stain Guests had left them wounded once more.
―Is that really the notorious Mubon Squad?
Passing martial artists gasped in astonishment. The Mubon Squad, who had always been met with contempt and scorn whenever they passed.
Yet now they advanced like warriors of reversal, their bodies scarred, their aura razor-sharp.
Bu Eunseol and the Mubon Squad members arrived at the Great Training Arena of the Demon Palace.
There stood an imposingly tall platform, upon which Ma Cheon Je sat in the seat of honor, clad in a robe embroidered with an ink dragon.
Beside him stood Yeop Hyo Cheon, the Chief Instructor, and below were warriors dressed in robes bearing the twin-dragon emblem.
They were all the squad leaders of the Demon Palace.
However, the three supreme squad leaders—Cheon Sal, Am Cheon, and Myeol Hon—who held special positions and performed covert missions, were absent.
And at the entrance to the Martial Arts Arena, the Wi Sa guards of the Demon Palace stood in solemn formation on both sides.
Steady footsteps.
As Bu Eunseol and the Mubon Squad members ascended the arena,
A sharp metallic sound.
The armed warriors saluted as they passed.
The Demon Hall—a powerful coalition encompassing a hundred thousand demonic cultivators.
Unlike the Murim Alliance, which proclaimed justice and consultation, this formidable entity was sustained and driven by only two forces: wealth and power.
Thus, the Demon Hall always promised generous rewards to martial artists who achieved great deeds. The greater the reward, the deeper their loyalty would run.
―Eliminate the Maban Sect and its master!
Bu Eunseol and the Mubon Squad returned, having accomplished an impossible mission.
To commend their achievements, Ma Cheon Je and key figures of the Demon Hall came forth to receive them.
Thud, thud.
They finally passed through Wi Sa’s contingent and arrived at the platform where Ma Cheon Je stood.
Whoosh.
As Bu Eunseol brought her hands together in salute, Hyuk So Jin and the Mubon Squad members, standing in solemn formation, likewise clasped their hands and bowed their heads.
“Mubon Squad Master Bu Eunseol.”
Bu Eunseol, clasping her hands once more, spoke in a voice both grand and measured.
“I have returned, having completed the command bestowed upon me by Ma Cheon Je.”
Nod.
Ma Cheon Je, seated upon the high throne, gave a slight nod.
Then Yeop Hyo Cheon, the Grand Sect Leader standing beside him, spoke in a low voice.
“Though this was a mission to select successor candidates, the Mubon Squad Master has once again made known the majesty of the Demon Hall throughout the Murim and achieved great merit.”
He gazed upon Bu Eunseol and spoke to Ma Cheon Je in a hushed tone.
“According to the laws of our Demon Hall, it is fitting that a great reward be bestowed.”
“Hmm.”
Ma Cheon Je looked down at Bu Eunseol and spoke in a low voice.
“Tell me what you desire.”
In that instant, all the martial artists of the Demon Hall save Yeop Hyo Cheon wore expressions of bewilderment.
While eliminating the Maban Sect was indeed a remarkable feat, it was not quite worthy of such a reward as “speak your desire.”
Whoosh.
Then, taking a deep breath, Bu Eunseol spoke in a loud, clear voice.
“I wish to formally become the Grand Master of the Demon Hall.”

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