The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 209

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Chapter 209.
Bu Eunseol wore a cold smile.
“If you can withstand my Five Initial Moves, I’ll concede without hesitation and depart. What say you?”
“You’re saying I only need to withstand your Five Initial Moves?”
“That’s correct.”
In that instant, Go Gun Pyeong’s face brightened.
No matter how transcendent Bu Eunseol’s martial prowess was, he too was the master of the Muk Ryong Unit, who had roamed the Gangho for decades.
If they both stood at the same transcendent realm, victory belonged to the one with richer combat experience.
Even if Bu Eunseol had reached the middle stages of transcendence, he possessed absolute confidence in victory.
“Do you speak truthfully?”
“Of course.”
“Excellent.”
Whoosh.
At that moment, a gray shadow descended from the empty sky.
His frame was not particularly large, but his body was lean and muscular, bearing numerous scars both great and small across its surface.
His hair was matted with grime and disheveled, yet his gaze burned with the sharpness of descending arrows.
It was Yu Woon Ryong.
“Yu Woon Ryong?”
As Go Gun Pyeong’s eyes flashed, Yu Woon Ryong spoke.
“Let me take that Five Initial Moves test instead.”
“What?”
“If you can withstand my Five Initial Moves, I’ll willingly return to the White Horse Sect. What say you?”
Yu Woon Ryong appeared to have been hiding in this vicinity all along.
And now that Bu Eunseol had proposed the wager of the Five Initial Moves, he sought to sever his ties with the White Horse Sect on his own terms, without relying on her aid.
“Hehehehe, splendid.”
Go Gun Pyeong burst into delighted laughter.
It was already common knowledge that Bu Eunseol’s martial skill was the greatest among the Ten Demon Experts.
Conversely, everyone knew that Yu Woon Ryong was the weakest in martial ability among the Ten Demon Experts.
“Surely you won’t come begging for their help after you lose?”
At Go Gun Pyeong’s words, Yu Woon Ryong let out a scornful laugh and shouted.
“Bu Eunseol. This is my fight. You must not interfere under any circumstances.”
“I refuse.”
At this unexpected response, Yu Woon Ryong’s eyes widened.
“What?”
“There’s no reason for me to yield.”
Yu Woon Ryong, left speechless, raised his eyebrows.
He gnawed at his lips, and finally burst out in exasperation.
“This isn’t about yielding—it’s about resolving what one has begun!”
“Then all the more reason I cannot allow it.”
Bu Eunseol looked down at Yu Woon Ryong and spoke with icy coldness.
“It was I who withstood his five techniques at the Demon Palace.”
Yu Woon Ryong fell silent.
Since he too had been at the White Horse Sect, he was well aware of the Five Techniques trial of the Demon Palace that Kang Mu Ryun, the White Horse Sect Lord, had hastily orchestrated.
‘Damn it.’
Yu Woon Ryong clenched his teeth hard.
If Bu Eunseol drove Go Gun Pyeong away like this, he would owe her another tremendous debt.
Just as he had when she killed Seong Ryun, the great master of Gae Bang, and then credited him with it, sending the Melting Soul Great Division back.
Just like then.
“Bu Eunseol!”
In the end, Yu Woon Ryong voiced what lay in his heart.
“I don’t want to owe you any longer!”
Bu Eunseol gave no answer.
With fists clenched, he cried out once more.
“Or is it that you’re using this as leverage to ask me for something?”
“Does it seem that way?”
Bu Eunseol laughed with confidence.
“Me?”
It was a radiant and assured smile.
Facing that smile, Yu Woon Ryong felt himself becoming infinitely small.
At the same time, he realized one truth.
Bu Eunseol was not someone who exploited others’ crises for personal gain.
She had already extended a helping hand to him.
“Bu Eunseol….”
“Fine.”
Bu Eunseol wore a brilliant smile unlike any before.
“You don’t want to be indebted, so there’s no helping it. You’ll just have to do it.”
It was a smile that somehow captivated the soul.
Yu Woon Ryong, who had been staring blankly, came to his senses and fixed Bu Eunseol with a venomous glare.
“Hmph, don’t speak as though you’ve granted something extraordinary, Bu Eunseol.”
His voice was filled with hostility.
He felt that if he didn’t do this, his true feelings would be exposed.
But he did not realize it.
The axe-sharp gleam in his eyes as he glared at Bu Eunseol was gradually softening.
“Is the negotiation concluded now?”
At that moment, Go Gun Pyeong, bearing a sinister smile, stepped forward while gripping the White Horse Whip.
“Come now, struggle as you wish, Yu Woon Ryong.”
The Yu Woon Ryong of old would have fallen for that provocation and launched an immediate attack.
But now he maintained a terrifyingly composed demeanor.
After witnessing the duel between Bu Eunseol and Seong Ryun, he had felt it keenly.
Losing composure before a final confrontation was akin to fighting with both hands bound.
Click.
Yu Woon Ryong, who had been slowly grasping the White Horse Whip, suddenly
flashed forward with lightning speed!
He drew the White Horse Whip around his own body in a defensive spiral.
White Horse Mystic Spiral.
A foundational technique of the White Horse Sect, designed to protect oneself from sudden enemy attacks.
“Hmph. I haven’t forgotten the courtesy owed to my sect master….”
But Go Gun Pyeong’s words never reached their conclusion.
The White Horse Whip that should have circled around Yu Woon Ryong’s body suddenly dove straight for his throat.
“What a crude technique!”
The enraged Go Gun Pyeong immediately unfurled his own White Horse Whip to deflect Yu Woon Ryong’s incoming strike.
Screech!
But an unexpected turn of events unfolded.
Yu Woon Ryong’s White Horse Whip moved with the fluidity of a living serpent, coiling around Go Gun Pyeong’s whip.
“Entangling our whips together? So you wish to contest our inner strength.”
Go Gun Pyeong laughed and began to channel his internal power, but in that very instant,
a brilliant flash erupted!
Suddenly, a radiant light burst from Yu Woon Ryong’s left hand, piercing toward Go Gun Pyeong’s chest.
Astonishingly, he had been concealing another White Horse Whip along his left forearm.
“What manner of bizarre technique is this!”
Unable to anticipate that Yu Woon Ryong wielded two White Horse Whips, Go Gun Pyeong had no choice but to lean back and assume a defensive stance.
But this proved to be a fatal miscalculation on his part.
He was forced to abandon his pride, release his whip, and retreat backward.
A tremendous roar erupted!
Suddenly, the White Horse Whip that poured from Yu Woon Ryong’s left hand split into hundreds of strands.
Simultaneously, they transformed into millions of brilliant points of light that engulfed Go Gun Pyeong.
In perfect coordination, the entangled whip in his right hand also instantly unwound, unleashing the identical technique.
Divine Harmony Technique.
Yu Woon Ryong was simultaneously deploying the ultimate secret art of the White Horse Whip with both hands.
Rapid successive strikes!
Millions of points of light swept past Go Gun Pyeong.
A pained cry escaped him.
The White Horse Whip became razor-sharp blades that passed through his body multiple times.
Yet with masterful control, every vital point had been deliberately avoided.
“The Divine Harmony Technique… can be used with both hands?”
Go Gun Pyeong’s eyes had lost all focus.
To deploy the Divine Harmony Technique with both hands—a technique that barely produced results even when channeling all one’s strength?
The method Yu Woon Ryong had employed was something no master of the White Horse Sect had ever conceived of, nor dared attempt.
“There is no such bizarre and strange technique in our sect’s methods!”
As Go Gun Pyeong burst out in protest, Yu Woon Ryong merely smiled faintly in response.
“If there’s a way to grow stronger, shouldn’t I attempt it by any means necessary?”
Then I gazed toward the distant sky with a pained expression.
“That’s the only way to survive.”
Ever since meeting Bu Eunseol, I had come to understand something.
To survive in this cruel and merciless Murim, one must shatter the rigid conventions and rules that bind it.
And above all, one must grow stronger.
Turning my gaze back to Go Gun Pyeong, I let out a scornful laugh.
“The pavilion master always boasted of his Gangho experience, yet it seems you don’t know how to respond to unexpected techniques.”
“You… you bastard….”
“Tell your master this: I am no longer a disciple of the White Horse Sect.”
Go Gun Pyeong bit his lip.
The bizarre technique that utilized two White Horse Tablets to unfold divine harmony was something he hadn’t anticipated, and he was defeated in merely three exchanges.
To lose to Yu Woon Ryong, the weakest among the Ten Demon Experts, was an unparalleled humiliation for him.
“Leave. I spared your life so you could deliver that message.”
Regardless of how careless I had been, my martial prowess had advanced by leaps and bounds compared to the past.
Had I truly intended to kill him, I would have severed his neck in one breath, not pierced his body.
Trembling.
Go Gun Pyeong’s body shook slightly.
But he was no fool. Pride would never preserve his life.
Biting his lip, he quickly turned and led his men away into the darkness.
“Yu Woon Ryong.”
Then Myo Cheon Woo stepped forward and greeted me familiarly.
“Your martial arts have improved greatly.”
“Hmph.”
I dismissed Myo Cheon Woo’s greeting lightly and spoke to Bu Eunseol.
“Did you take Myo Cheon Woo on as a subordinate as well?”
“Not a subordinate, but an ally.”
Bu Eunseol offered me a faint smile.
“And you will become my ally too.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Why should I help you?”
“Because you owe me a debt.”
“Didn’t you say you wouldn’t make requests using that as leverage?”
“This isn’t about that debt.”
Bu Eunseol stared at me intently.
“It’s about the previous one.”
There was no wavering in Bu Eunseol’s clear eyes.
She possessed absolute conviction that I would join her.
“Hmph.”
I couldn’t bring myself to meet Bu Eunseol’s gaze, as clear as an autumn sky, and ultimately looked away.
“There are conditions.”
“Speak.”
“Defeat me.”
Yu Woon Ryong, gripping the White Horse Blade, wore a confident smile.
“If you defeat me, I’ll help you.”
“Very well.”
Bu Eunseol drew the Dark Sword without hesitation, as if she had anticipated this.
Shiiing.
As the Dark Sword’s blade gleamed, a chilling aura swept across Yu Woon Ryong’s body.
Simultaneously, Bu Eunseol’s form became blurred. An overwhelming surge of inner force obscured his vision entirely.
‘This woman.’
Yu Woon Ryong was taken aback.
He had witnessed with his own eyes the duel between Seong Ryun, the great master of Gae Bang, and Bu Eunseol in the past.
And he had prided himself on having surpassed her martial prowess through relentless cultivation in Yu Hoon Gok.
Yet Bu Eunseol had somehow ascended to an even more unreachable realm once again.
‘Bu Eunseol….’
Crunch.
His fingers turned white from gripping the White Horse Blade so tightly.
A wall. Bu Eunseol had always been a wall.
Each time he saw her, she soared higher into the heavens—a chasm so vast it made him want to weep.
“Are you not going to attack?”
At Bu Eunseol’s words, Yu Woon Ryong’s eyes flashed with brilliance as he regained his focus.
“Don’t mock me!”
Boom!
As Yu Woon Ryong externalized the inner force flowing through his body, a whirlwind erupted around him.
Screeeech!
With a sound like the cry of a strange bird, white energy surged from Yu Woon Ryong’s body.
As he drew upon his full power, hundreds of transparent shadows materialized behind him.
The aura pouring forth was dozens of times more powerful than the technique that had defeated Go Gun Pyeong.
“If you break through this technique, I shall become your subordinate!”
Whoooosh!
The White Horse Blade, fully extended with all his might, soared toward the distant sky—but it was an illusion.
The actual White Horse Blades cascaded entirely upon Bu Eunseol.
Illusion.
The blade techniques of the White Horse Sect fundamentally shared the same principles as illusory sword mastery.
Thus, when masters of the White Horse Blade unleashed their techniques, countless enemies perished unknowingly amidst the shadows of blade phantoms.
Clang.
Bu Eunseol raised the Dark Sword and gazed at the transparent energy pouring down from the distant sky.
Yu Woon Ryong had revealed his full power in an instant.
It was an invisible force that could not be evaded—only met and neutralized through direct confrontation.
Boom!
At last, the transparent light poured down, enveloping Bu Eunseol’s body.
It was as if a meteor shower was endlessly falling from the heavens onto her form.
Karrrrumble.
With a deafening roar that shook heaven and earth in all directions, the area where Bu Eunseol stood was reduced to scorched earth.
Whoooosh.
As the dust settled, her figure finally became visible.
The bamboo trees within a dozen paces of where Bu Eunseol stood had vanished entirely, replaced by hundreds of holes.
‘This cannot be.’
Yu Woon Ryong rubbed his eyes.
Bu Eunseol still stood perfectly upright in that very spot.
Tremble.
His fingers trembled at the unbelievable sight.
To transcend his own limits, Yu Woon Ryong had created the Desolate Heavens—a technique that deployed the Divine Harmony Form using both hands.
A singular method that embodied the mysteries of Extreme Illusion, executed with both palms.
It was as impossible as wielding martial arts with both arms while eating with both feet.
“She blocked it while standing in place….”
The sole reason Yu Woon Ryong had risked his life cultivating martial arts in Yu Hoon Gok was one thing alone.
To surpass Bu Eunseol’s realm and place her beneath his feet.
Whenever he wanted to give up, he endured by imagining the satisfaction of striking her down.
Yet she had blocked the Desolate Heavens—his masterwork—while merely standing still?
Shiiing.
Around Bu Eunseol’s standing form, a golden radiance like rippling waves danced in the wind.
The Jade Seal Formation.
She had materialized all the formidable inherited true energy within her body, blocking the Divine Harmony Form’s opening move.
Bu Eunseol had deliberately displayed the highest martial art she could manifest.
So that Yu Woon Ryong would not regard her as an enemy. So he would never dare challenge her again.
‘Still burning hot.’
Bu Eunseol smiled, calmly enduring the agony of her blood essence churning.
“Will you continue?”
And she spoke with unhurried composure.
“If you cannot accept defeat, feel free to attack again.”
Tremble.
Yu Woon Ryong’s fingertips quivered slightly.
Bu Eunseol had blocked his ultimate strike—the full power of the Twelve Stars—with a single move.
In other words, even if he attacked for three days and nights without rest, he could not touch a single hair on her.
Thud.
Having felt Bu Eunseol’s overwhelming martial prowess, Yu Woon Ryong found himself dropping to his knees unbidden.
‘Was it a wall?’
His eyes had lost all focus.
Bu Eunseol was not a wall he could overcome.
An existence that would not tolerate standing side by side—like the Yeui Spear that soared endlessly toward the heavens.
‘I could never be a match for him.’
Yu Woon Ryong finally understood.
Bu Eunseol was not a rival he could dare to face.
She was a divine being who could reign supreme over all of Tianxia.
“Do not despair so, Yu Woon Ryong.”
At that moment, Myo Cheon Woo approached warmly and patted his shoulder.
“When I first saw him, I thought I could catch up somehow. But after witnessing his martial arts at Jang Geom Mountain Manor, I came to understand.”
He spoke with a bitter smile.
“That not a single one of the Ten Demon Immortals could even be a match for him.”
Thud.
Yu Woon Ryong sharply brushed away Myo Cheon Woo’s arm that had wrapped around his shoulder warmly.
“Get away.”
“What?”
“Don’t treat me so familiarly when you’re Bu Eunseol’s subordinate number two.”
“What? Subordinate number two? Then you’re number one?”
“No, that would be him.”
Yu Woon Ryong’s finger pointed toward Hyuk So Jin.
“Then what are you?”
With that, Yu Woon Ryong stood up calmly and pointed to himself with his thumb.
“I am an assistant who will help him command all of you.”
“Command me?”
“Yes.”
Yu Woon Ryong’s expression was utterly serious.
Myo Cheon Woo, whose face had been bewildered, widened his eyes.
“You madman.”
“What?”
“Aren’t you a madman who won’t listen to reason? You lost to Bu Eunseol in a single exchange—who commands whom?”
“Then you’re saying you can defeat him?”
“Well. At least I can defeat you.”
“Ah, is that so.”
A cold killing intent flowed from Yu Woon Ryong’s eyes.
“Then try it!”
Whoosh! Boom!
As Yu Woon Ryong and Myo Cheon Woo began to clash, dust scattered in all directions and the earth trembled.
Dozens of whip shadows poured from Yu Woon Ryong’s hands, obscuring the sun in the sky, while the dozens of palm shadows created by Myo Cheon Woo shook the very earth.
Rumble! Crash!
As two martial artists with consistently outstanding talent fought with all their might, the sight was magnificent.
The Sa Yeong Dae members gasped in admiration, watching the two fight with utmost intensity.
But…
Even after an hour had passed, the decisive battle showed no signs of concluding, and everyone sat in bored silence, their gazes averted.
Unable to bear it any longer, Hyuk So Jin yawned and spoke.
“Bu Eunseol. When do you think this will end?”
The spiritual energy still flowed abundantly from both combatants—a torrent that showed no sign of ceasing even if they fought through the entire night.
“Hmm.”
Bu Eunseol let out a soft hum and gazed intently at the two fighters.
“We’ll just leave them be.”
And without hesitation, I turned away.

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