The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 211

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Chapter 211.
Ok Ho Bang spoke with an unusually grave expression.
“We dispatched roughly a hundred elite wanderers from our organization, which should have made sweeping through Poonghobang a straightforward matter. However, it seems they anticipated this move and have recruited formidable masters of their own.”
“Masters?”
“Indeed. While we lack precise intelligence, we believe these individuals are not unconnected to Hell Blood Castle.”
In that instant, Bu Eunseol’s eyes gleamed with sharp intensity.
Hell Blood Castle—one of the Ten Demonic Gates. Why would they involve themselves in such a matter?
Reading the shift in Bu Eunseol’s expression, Ok Ho Bang lowered his head with an embarrassed look.
“They view our organization, established here in Guizhou, as a thorn in their side. Moreover, there was that previous incident….”
He had wagered the Shadow Divine Sword as the grand prize of the Jeong Mu Dae Hoe, all while scheming to present it to the Lord of Hell Blood Castle.
But that plan had crumbled when Bu Eunseol participated in the tournament, leaving relations with Hell Blood Castle decidedly strained.
‘Considering Hell Blood Castle’s past conduct, this is entirely plausible.’
Hell Blood Castle was acutely sensitive to profit, yet typically refrained from interfering in the affairs of faction leaders.
Having gathered her thoughts, Bu Eunseol posed a question.
“Do you have evidence that these collaborators are truly masters from Hell Blood Castle?”
“We have no reports of them employing poison cultivation techniques thus far… but the masters Poonghobang brought in have suddenly begun wielding bizarre poisons and dark techniques. Even ordinary antidotes prove ineffective against them, it’s said.”
“Hmm.”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes narrowed to slits.
In a clash between multiple factions where considerable forces collide, poison and dark techniques become extraordinarily potent weapons.
Moreover, Hell Blood Castle stood as the supreme authority in poison cultivation.
If they truly wielded Hell Blood Castle’s poisons and techniques, the tide of battle would shift in an instant.
“However, Heuk Pyo and the other wanderers refuse to yield and continue fighting.”
Bu Eunseol nodded lightly.
“Good.”
“My lord?”
“I shall register myself as a wanderer of Donghyo Seorang.”
Grasping Bu Eunseol’s intent, Ok Ho Bang shook his head with a grave expression.
“Absolutely not.”
“What do you mean?”
“You already hold the position of Lord of the Demon Palace, do you not? If they truly are masters from Hell Blood Castle, and the Sa Yeong Dae becomes entangled in this conflict….”
Ok Ho Bang could not bring himself to finish the sentence.
Bu Eunseol’s current station was Lord of the Demon Palace. If she were to employ the Sa Yeong Dae’s strength to aid Donghyo Seorang?
She might instead face severe backlash.
“Do not worry.”
Bu Eunseol spoke with composure.
“I will not be using the Sa Yeong Dae.”
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The following day, around noon,
a carriage standing before the Woon Hyeon Guest Inn slowly began its departure.
Inside the carriage sat Bu Eunseol, along with Myo Cheon Woo and Yu Woon Ryong.
“Nangindae?”
After listening to Bu Eunseol’s explanation for a long moment, Myo Cheon Woo tilted his head in confusion.
“So you’re saying you’re handling Nangindae jobs to quickly bring back that wandering boy you’ve been keeping?”
“That’s correct.”
“If it’s work that the Nangindae would handle, wouldn’t it be better to assign it to our regular members?”
Bu Eunseol spoke with unwavering resolve.
“That’s not possible. Hell Blood Sect may be involved in what’s happening behind the scenes.”
“Hell Blood Sect?”
At that, Yu Woon Ryong, who had maintained silence until now,’s eyes gleamed with intensity.
“That sounds intriguing.”
His voice carried deep resentment and regret.
Yu Woon Ryong had suffered the most brutal treatment among the Ten Demon Experts.
Because of this, merely hearing the names of the White Horse Sect or the Ten Demonic Gates made him grind his teeth in fury.
“Welcome.”
Upon arriving at Deung Myeong Gak, Ok Ho Bang, who had been waiting in advance, bowed his head.
He then had his subordinates register Bu Eunseol, Myo Cheon Woo, and the others as elite members of the Nangindae of Donghyo Seorang in one swift motion.
“It is complete.”
Ok Ho Bang distributed to Bu Eunseol and her companions a piece of dark-dyed, resilient cloth.
“This is the Heuk Su, which symbolizes our organization’s elite Nangindae members. You may attach it to your weapons or wear it at your waist.”
As Bu Eunseol accepted it, Ok Ho Bang spoke with an expression of utmost sincerity.
“Please look after that child well.”
He had not only undergone a change of heart upon meeting Bu Eunseol, but he harbored both apology and tenderness toward Heuk Pyo, who had grown up fatherless and alone.
Bu Eunseol regarded him silently before giving a gentle nod.
“I understand.”
Cheon Hye Rim.
This place was a medical establishment situated near Beomjeong Mountain in Guizhou.
Though the surroundings were barren, enclosed by mountains, the abundance of medicinal herbs found near Beomjeong Mountain had earned them renown as healers.
Despite having saved countless lives through their medical arts, the interior of Cheon Hye Rim, which should have radiated peaceful tranquility, was instead filled with a desolate atmosphere.
Clang! Crash!
In the center of the sprawling compound, two hundred martial artists clashed in a chaotic melee.
‘What in the world is happening?’
A middle-aged man, continuously swinging his blade against the overwhelming tide of warriors, gnashed his teeth.
He was Im Hwan, the leader of the Nangindae hired by Cheon Hye Rim.
‘Could it be that all the Nangindae guarding the approaches to Poonghobang have been slaughtered?’
The Nangindae of Donghyo Seorang had constructed an earthen fortress near the mountain passes of Beomjeong Mountain and, using it as their base, were engaged in battle with Poonghobang.
Yet the masters of Poonghobang had descended upon Beomjeong Mountain and reached Cheon Hye Rim itself.
Did this not mean that all the Nangindae defending the fortress had been completely annihilated?
“Argh!”
Even as he fought, the screams of Nangindae members echoed from all directions.
Those who had stormed Cheon Hye Rim were not only skilled in martial arts, but also wielded poisoned weapons and wielded bizarre hidden projectiles.
Im Hwan and the masters of Nangindae were doing their utmost to hold back the flood of disciples pouring toward them, but they were overwhelmed.
Whoosh!
At that moment, a sharp sickle blade grazed past his back.
In an instant, his entire body felt paralyzed, and his vision went dark.
‘Poison!’
Barely deflecting the barrage of attacks, he retreated and quickly swallowed an antidote pill from his robes.
The paralysis faded, but the darkness clouding his vision hardly improved at all.
“Hah!”
He forcefully drew upon his inner strength and swung his blade, but his body grew increasingly sluggish, and his wounds multiplied.
“Ugh.”
Im Hwan bit his lip until blood flowed.
No matter how much he circulated his energy or consumed antidotes, he could not suppress the poison’s influence.
Moreover, those who had assaulted this place possessed martial prowess far beyond what could be called Poonghobang level.
“Is this the end, then….”
Strength drained from the hand gripping his sword. There was no method that could overcome these foes.
A life sold for money, after all….
A martial artist lives by the blade’s edge. Having lived on the battlefield, there was nothing to regret about dying there.
Only dying by the blades of these wretches was a bitter pill to swallow.
Just as resignation bloomed in Im Hwan’s unfocused eyes,
Ping! Papapapak!
Suddenly, with the sound of air being rent asunder, a silver radiance descended from the heavens.
It was an extraordinarily thin and keen flying blade.
“Who goes there!”
The Poonghobang disciples hastily wielded their weapons to deflect the flying blades.
But unlike the sound that preceded it, the blades descended very gently and slowly.
It was not meant to kill, but rather a subtle technique to halt the disciples’ assault.
Thud.
Simultaneously, a black shadow descended from the void and began unleashing torrents of razor-sharp sword qi.
“Aaaahhh!”
Screams erupted in succession as the Poonghobang disciples at the vanguard collapsed like leaves in autumn wind.
“You are….”
Im Hwan’s mouth fell open at the sight.
The Black Shadow who had suddenly appeared and saved them was none other than Heuk Pyo.
“How did that bastard….”
Im Hwan rubbed his eyes.
Heuk Pyo, wielding a short blade, was drenched in blood from head to toe, his body covered in wounds both large and small.
“Heuk Pyo, what happened?”
“There was an ambush. Not Poonghobang disciples, but masters wielding unique hidden weapons….”
Heuk Pyo could say no more as he focused on deflecting the onslaught of attacks.
But Im Hwan could grasp the entire situation at a glance.
‘The masters summoned by Poonghobang have annihilated the vagrants in Toseong.’
The Poonghobang disciples had easily dealt with the Nangindae by summoning masters of unknown identity.
And Heuk Pyo alone had survived that hellish battle.
Flash!
At that moment, Heuk Pyo’s swordsmanship transformed once more.
With each brilliant gleam from both his hands, the Poonghobang disciples fell, bleeding.
Having swiftly cut down all the vanguard Poonghobang disciples, Heuk Pyo approached the wounded Im Hwan and spoke.
“I will clear the path. Please retreat with the others.”
Whoosh!
At that instant, three broad swords pierced toward Heuk Pyo’s vital points.
The masters of Poonghobang, having regrouped their formation, had targeted the exceptionally skilled Heuk Pyo.
Boom!
In that moment, a faint radiance flickered from Heuk Pyo’s short blade.
Clang!
Simultaneously, the broad swords piercing toward him became entangled in mid-air. He had created a sword momentum with his short blade, completely reversing the direction of their assault.
Flash!
At the same time, a sharp brilliance erupted from the short blade in Heuk Pyo’s hand, and a torrent of sword energy poured down like a deluge.
“Argh!”
In one breath, Heuk Pyo severed the necks of three Poonghobang disciples and generated countless more sword energies.
Those touched by the sword energies streaming from different angles invariably erupted in sprays of blood at their necks.
Heuk Pyo had transcended the constraints and techniques of the short blade as a weapon, employing his techniques with complete freedom.
“Ugh!”
“Ahhh!”
Screams erupted in succession as the bandits collapsed like bundles of straw.
Simultaneously, the offensive pressure the Poonghobang disciples had exerted on the vagrants weakened. The very addition of Heuk Pyo had transformed the tide of battle.
“Use hidden weapons!”
As Heuk Pyo tore through the chaotic battlefield alone, cutting down disciples, the Poonghobang disciples unleashed hidden weapons in rapid succession.
Yet his movement technique was so swift that they repeatedly failed to land.
Moreover, with ingenious movements, he redirected the hidden weapons, only increasing the casualties among the Poonghobang disciples.
Boom. Boom.
Each time light erupted from the short blade, enemies fell without fail.
Im Hwan, watching this spectacle, opened his mouth in disbelief.
“I never imagined his martial prowess had reached such heights.”
Until just a few years ago, Heuk Pyo had been merely an informant vagrant with somewhat swift movement techniques.
Yet somehow, he had become a supreme master who effortlessly defeated first-rate experts.
“I will fight as well!”
Rather than flee despite the escape route opening before him, Im Hwan rallied the vagrants.
“Let us aid Heuk Pyo and eliminate these villains!”
The battle continued for some time.
As Heuk Pyo took the vanguard and dealt with the bandits, the tide of battle swiftly reversed.
Just as I was pushing the Poonghobang warriors back toward the entrance, having driven deep into Cheon Hye Rim’s inner sanctum,
“Heh, so there are masters of such caliber even among the wanderers.”
A low voice resonated through the air,
Shiiiiik.
With a bizarre tearing sound, ten shadows descended from the void into the Poonghobang formation.
They wore strange martial robes with a crimson sheen flowing across them, their fingers stained red like smoldering charcoal.
And the middle-aged man at the forefront gazed at Heuk Pyo with the eyes of one who had discovered an intriguing plaything.
Thud, thud.
As they stepped forward, the battlefield suddenly fell silent as if doused with cold water.
With mere presence alone, the very air had transformed.
“Leave not a single ant—sweep them all away.”
At the commander’s order, the warriors standing in formation surged into the battlefield in an instant.
Whoosh!
One of the Blood Martial Artists, closing the distance in a heartbeat, raked his claws toward Heuk Pyo at the forefront.
Clang, clang, clang!
As the short sword and claws collided repeatedly, a deafening metallic ring erupted.
With Heuk Pyo standing firm in place, deflecting the claw technique, two more Blood Martial Artists joined in, encircling him in a triangular formation.
Whoosh! Slash!
Sword shadows and claw shadows wove chaotically through the air.
Shallow wounds began to appear on Heuk Pyo’s body as he faced the three Blood Martial Artists.
“Ugh!”
Meanwhile, screams from the wanderers erupted from all directions.
With the Blood Martial Artists joining the fray, the wanderers were collapsing beyond recovery.
Boom!
Creating a massive cross-shaped sword energy, Heuk Pyo broke through their encirclement and rejoined the wanderer ranks in a single breath.
As he held his own against the three Blood Martial Artists, the remaining wanderers managed to endure the onslaught.
“That one is the problem.”
The commander discerned that the wanderers could persist so tenaciously only because Heuk Pyo was there.
Boom.
The commander leaped into the air in an instant, extending his hand as the sky seemed to darken.
Crack!
Simultaneously, a dark energy flowed from the commander’s hand as his body hung suspended in mid-air.
Boom!
At the same time, a low, ominous sound accompanied an enormous pressure that wrapped around Heuk Pyo’s body.
“Kgh.”
Heuk Pyo wielded his short sword fiercely, attempting to escape the pressure’s grasp.
But the pressure, like a phantom following his movements, clung persistently to him.
Boom! Crack!
Realizing he could not evade the torrential formless pressure, Heuk Pyo infused his short sword with martial force.
Whooom!
A low vibration resonated as tremendous force erupted around the short blade, pushing back the formless pressure with a middle-tier sword technique.
Flash!
As Heuk Pyo unleashed his sword art with all his might,
Boom!
A deafening explosion sent shockwaves rippling outward in all directions. As the billowing dust settled, Heuk Pyo’s figure slowly came into view.
“Hah… hah…”
Heuk Pyo, gripping his short blades crossed in an X formation, gasped for breath.
He had neutralized the formless pressure, but the backlash had inflicted considerable internal injuries.
“Ho…”
The leader could not hide his astonishment.
For decades, his vacuum technique had shattered the bodies of countless adversaries in a single strike—yet now a youth barely past his twenties had withstood it?
“To endure the Heavenly Weight Ten Thousand Poison Qi at such an age.”
“Heavenly Weight Ten Thousand Poison Qi…”
Only then did Heuk Pyo, recognizing the leader’s blood robes, bite his lip as understanding dawned.
“Poison Weight Mount Tai… Dok Moo Jeong.”

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