The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 212

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Chapter 212.
Dok Moo Jeong. The Poison Mountain Master.
He was a master who had cultivated the Thousand Poisons Heavenly Technique, an exceptionally unique poison art among the many poison techniques created by the Hell Blood Sect.
Thousand Poisons Heavenly Technique.
It was the Hell Blood Sect’s poison doctrine—converting all the poisonous qi within the body into internal force, then unleashing overwhelming pressure to shatter an enemy’s blood vessels.
Whenever he deployed the Thousand Poisons Heavenly Technique, it resembled hurling a mountain forged from poison itself, earning him the epithet “Poison Mountain Master.”
“Then those must be the Blood Hand Ten Poisons….”
Heuk Pyo could not conceal his dismayed expression.
For over a decade, Dok Moo Jeong had been roaming the Gangho alongside the Blood Hand Ten Poisons, whom he had personally trained.
How could such a formidable master from the Hell Blood Sect appear in a mere skirmish between Poonghobang and the Nangindae?
“Try to withstand this once more.”
Boom. Boom.
From Dok Moo Jeong’s hands erupted another overwhelming pressure as if hurling a mountain down upon them.
Heuk Pyo, gripping his short blade, unfurled his sword technique once more to neutralize that pressure, yet—
Spurt!
He ultimately coughed up a mouthful of blood the size of a pebble and dropped to one knee against the ground.
With his current cultivation, he could not possibly withstand the relentless pressure of the Thousand Poisons Heavenly Technique.
“He endured that again….”
Dok Moo Jeong’s eyes narrowed.
He had intended to sever the life force in a single strike, yet remarkably, Heuk Pyo had survived once more.
“This one must never be allowed to live.”
A chilling murderous intent blazed forth from his gaze.
Realizing that Heuk Pyo would become a grave threat in the future, he resolved to rupture his blood vessels and end him in a single, decisive blow.
“Why does a master of your caliber involve himself in such a conflict?”
It was then that Im Hwan cried out, utterly bewildered.
“What benefit does the Hell Blood Sect gain from such actions?”
Dok Moo Jeong let out a soft chuckle and spoke.
“You are not worthy of knowing.”
His gaze was as if he were looking down upon insignificant insects.
And indeed, such was the case—he could crush people like insects in an instant.
“Die.”
As he raised both hands, a low tremor accompanied an enormous pressure descending upon them in an instant.
Im Hwan stared into the void with eyes wide open. It was a colossal force like a mountain that could never be stopped.
Whoosh!
Yet suddenly, a sharp piercing sound accompanied a flying blade that shot from somewhere, embedding itself toward Dok Moo Jeong’s brow.
Hmph!
Dok Moo Jeong attempted to divert some of the Thousand Poisons Heavenly Technique’s energy to deflect the incoming blade.
But the blade did not yield to the pressure of the Thousand Poisons Heavenly Technique—it continued streaking toward his brow.
“What?!”
Startled, Dok Moo Jeong hastily rotated his body to evade the blade.
Thud.
The flying blade embedded itself in the massive boulder beside him.
A cheap blade from the Blacksmith Shop pierced through the rock like tofu, as if it were a peerless weapon.
“This technique…”
Heuk Pyo’s eyes, which had been gazing at the boulder with a dim expression, widened.
The Murim was vast, but there were not many masters who could throw such a light blade with such weight.
Moreover, this was a blade technique that severed the enemy’s attack rather than their life.
Was this not a skill used by only one person in the entire Murim, aside from himself?
Whoosh.
A tall shadow descended from the air beside Heuk Pyo.
With a towering frame and refined features, a strange black sword hung from his back, its scabbard darkened by some unknown force.
It was Bu Eunseol.
“Young Master!”
Heuk Pyo sprang to his feet and cried out.
“Young Master, how did you…?”
“We’ll talk later.”
Bu Eunseol gazed at Dok Moo Jeong and flashed white teeth in a smile.
“I need to dispose of these insects first.”
“Ho.”
Dok Moo Jeong, who had instantly recognized Bu Eunseol’s identity, wore a chilling smile.
“The great enemy of our castle has come of his own accord.”
“You talk too much for a dead man.”
At Bu Eunseol’s cold sneer, Dok Moo Jeong let out a scoff of disbelief.
“How audacious. It seems you’ve forgotten what it means to be the Master of the Demon Palace?”
Then, as if remembering something, he clapped his hands and nodded.
“Well, it doesn’t matter. If we dissolve the corpse completely, who will ever know?”
Dok Moo Jeong chuckled and gestured toward the Blood Hand Ten Poisons.
“Dispose of that one and take control of Hwa Gol San.”
At his command, the warriors of the Blood Hand Ten Poisons’ eyes gleamed as they surrounded Bu Eunseol and Heuk Pyo.
Whoosh. Clang.
Then, with a sound of splitting air, three shadows descended from the sky around Bu Eunseol.
They were Hyuk So Jin, Myo Cheon Woo, and Yu Woon Ryong.
“So these are indeed Hell Blood Sect dogs.”
Yu Woon Ryong, who had instantly discerned Dok Moo Jeong’s identity, bared his white teeth.
“Bu Eunseol, I’ll handle these rabble.”
“As you wish.”
Bu Eunseol nodded lightly, but Heuk Pyo quickly stepped forward.
“Young Master, that won’t do.”
Heuk Pyo, watching Yu Woon Ryong advance alone, spoke in a low voice.
“The Blood Hand Ten Poisons are no ordinary fighters. No matter how formidable this person’s martial prowess may be…”
Heuk Pyo’s words trailed off.
Crack!
As a torrent of white light erupted from Yu Woon Ryong’s hand, one of the Blood Hand Ten Poisons’ masters was cleaved in two.
Heuk Pyo’s eyes widened in shock.
Only now did he realize that Bu Eunseol’s entire entourage consisted of transcendent masters who operated beyond the mortal realm.
“You wretches….”
Heuk Pyo was not alone in his astonishment.
Dok Moo Jeong’s eyes, fixed upon the bisected corpse of the Blood Hand Ten Poisons member, trembled like rippling water.
“The Ten Demon Immortals!”
His voice erupted in a roar, his eye corners quivering with tension.
Dok Moo Jeong, who had conducted himself like the grim reaper dispensing death, crushing his adversaries like insects beneath his heel—
Now he trembled with terror.
He had come to understand that even if he were to die and be reborn, he could never stand against Bu Eunseol and her companions.
“Why… do the Ten Demon Immortals meddle in this conflict!”
Dok Moo Jeong bellowed in fury and indignation.
“The Ten Demonic Gates do not encroach upon one another! Are you not also members of the Ten Demonic Gates!”
“The Ten Demon Immortals no longer exist.”
Bu Eunseol smiled coldly, her gaze fixed upon Dok Moo Jeong. She then gestured to the black Heuk Su hanging at her waist.
“We are all ronin belonging to Donghyo Seorang.”
“What nonsense is this.”
“It hardly matters, I suppose.”
Bu Eunseol spoke with serene composure, a faint smile upon her lips.
“We simply eliminate you all.”
Dok Moo Jeong’s face drained of all color.
Those were the very words he himself had spoken to Bu Eunseol mere moments ago.
‘She truly intends to do it.’
He sensed with absolute certainty that Bu Eunseol was genuinely resolved to annihilate them utterly.
“So it comes to this in the end.”
Dok Moo Jeong shook his head with a bitter expression.
This battle could not be avoided, and only defeat—or rather, death—awaited him.
For one who had ruled the Gangho throughout his life, emotions beyond words surged within him.
“This matter is unrelated to my sect.”
Dok Moo Jeong spoke quietly, as if clinging to his final shred of pride.
“I merely offered some assistance out of courtesy to the Poonghobang Master.”
Bu Eunseol did not respond.
From the outset, Hell Blood Sect had viewed Donghyo Seorang with disfavor.
Had the atmosphere not been thus, a figure of Dok Moo Jeong’s stature would never have stepped into such a conflict.
“Myo Cheon Woo. Yu Woon Ryong.”
Bu Eunseol drew her blade and spoke with calm resolve.
“I shall handle this one. You two dispose of the Blood Hand Ten Poisons.”
“Stop ordering me around, Bu Eunseol.”
Unlike Myo Cheon Woo, who stepped forward without complaint, Yu Woon Ryong cried out in irritation.
Yet his body, gripping the White Horse Whip, faithfully followed Bu Eunseol’s commands.
Whoooosh!
Yu Woon Ryong launched the first strike.
As the White Horse Whip became two streaks of lightning, piercing left and right into the Blood Hand Ten Poisons’ formation, their ranks split asunder.
Boom!
Through the gap, a mist-like palm force spread outward—Myo Cheon Woo’s Annihilation Palm.
“Ugh.”
“Argh.”
The masters of the Blood Hand Ten Poisons, constantly evading or blocking the palm strikes and whip attacks, groaned in agony.
Each time the whip or palm force grazed their skin, terrifying inner force penetrated through and seeped into their meridians.
“Ahhh!”
“Kraaagh!”
The groans soon transformed into anguished screams.
Myo Cheon Woo and Yu Woon Ryong had always regarded each other as worthy rivals, repeatedly engaging in sparring matches that mirrored real combat.
Familiar with each other’s techniques, they could anticipate the incoming moves and naturally synchronized perfectly.
They unleashed tremendous power as if they had spent years perfecting a combined technique.
Thousand Seamless Strikes.
Their attacks became a flawless combination technique, herding the Blood Hand Ten Poisons like rats in a cage before sweeping them away.
“Let us begin.”
Shing.
Bu Eunseol stepped forward before Dok Moo Jeong and slowly drew the Dark Sword.
“Fight with all your strength.”
Yet something seemed odd.
Unlike usual, Bu Eunseol gripped the sword in reverse and adopted an unusually low stance.
Flash!
Closing the distance in an instant, I condensed the blade into a short form and unleashed a flurry of sword techniques.
From a distance, it appeared as though wielding a short sword and unfolding its movements.
“Young Master.”
Heuk Pyo, watching this display, spoke with a voice trembling with emotion.
He had realized that Bu Eunseol was demonstrating the sword techniques of the short blade style he had developed with even greater perfection.
“Tch.”
Having the initiative seized in an instant, Dok Moo Jeong hastily attempted to unfold the Thousand Poison Toxin Technique.
But the moment he made any motion to unleash pressure, the Dark Sword glided smoothly and wrapped around his wrist.
He retreated several times, attempting to unfold the Thousand Poison Toxin Technique, but Bu Eunseol left no opening.
It was as though demonstrating how to wield a short sword at close quarters to Heuk Pyo.
“Excellent!”
Unable to find any flaw, Dok Moo Jeong drew upon his full inner force power.
Simultaneously, a dark light burst forth from his hands.
Poison Qi Surge. A sharp, concentrated force of poison meant to halt Bu Eunseol’s assault.
Screech!
Yet the moment Bu Eunseol severed the Poison Qi Surge in one breath,
“You’ve fallen into my trap!”
Dok Moo Jeong cried out in triumph as a pitch-black poisonous mist began to spread from his entire body.
In truth, the Poison Qi Surge had been a feint.
The instant Bu Eunseol cut through it, he unleashed the Surrounding Wei to Rescue Zhao stratagem—dispersing the essence of his Thousand Toxin Absolute Qi in all directions.
“How transparent your tactics are.”
Yet Bu Eunseol had already crossed blades with countless masters of poison arts.
From the moment Dok Moo Jeong conjured the Poison Qi Surge, I had already anticipated such a maneuver.
Whoosh!
As the dark blade traced a semicircle through the air with a low resonance, a circular blade aura enveloped Bu Eunseol’s form.
The Sixth Move of the Boundless Celestial Stream—Water’s Surface Reveals No Reflection—had unfurled.
Ssshhhhh!
As the blade aura infused with fierce, scorching true qi spread in all directions, the poisonous mist Dok Moo Jeong had unleashed dissolved and vanished.
Simultaneously, Dok Moo Jeong’s form—still exhaling poison—became fully visible.
“No!”
In panic, Dok Moo Jeong flailed his arms and hastily retreated, but in that instant,
Flash!
A torrent of light erupted from the dark blade alongside a fierce gust of wind.
The light descended slowly at first, then gradually accelerated toward the fleeing Dok Moo Jeong’s brow.
The inner force contained within the dark blade ran so profoundly deep that the technique of Meteor Chasing Moon appeared to accelerate with a time delay, as if gaining speed mid-flight.
Thud.
As the point of light grazed past, a single drop of crimson blood fell from between Dok Moo Jeong’s brows to the ground.
Dok Moo Jeong glared at Bu Eunseol and spoke in a low voice.
“From this castle… I shall have my vengeance.”
Boom.
Those were the last words ever spoken by Dok Moo Jeong, the master of Hell Blood Castle once called the Poison Tyrant Mountain.
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Poonghobang vanished from the Murim.
The moment Bu Eunseol dealt with Dok Moo Jeong and the Blood Hand Ten Poisons, I led my companions to strike Poonghobang.
By the hands of these four—Bu Eunseol, Heuk Pyo, Myo Cheon Woo, and Yu Woon Ryong—a sect that had taken root on Beomjeong Mountain for generations was utterly annihilated.
And several days later.
Bu Eunseol and Heuk Pyo walked side by side as they sought out Cheon Hye Rim.
In Heuk Pyo’s hand was a wooden box containing the severed heads of Poonghobang’s master Wang Jin Gang and his son Wang Poong Gang.
“Thank you. Truly, thank you.”
Cheon Hye Rim’s master, Jang Gung, accepted the wooden box from Heuk Pyo with trembling hands.
Then, after lighting incense before his daughter’s memorial tablet enshrined in the Guest Hall, he carefully placed the box upon it.
“Seol Ah. At last, you can rest in peace.”
As Jang Gung spoke in a voice trembling with emotion, his hair suddenly turned snow white.
As his body swayed, Heuk Pyo quickly steadied Jang Gung.
“Master!”
Upon closer inspection, a small dagger was embedded in Jang Gung’s chest.
He had placed the wooden box upon the memorial tablet and driven the dagger into his own heart.
“Thanks to your grace… I can now face my daughter in the afterlife without shame.”
Jang Gung, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, grasped Heuk Pyo’s hands firmly while wearing a faint smile.
“…I am truly grateful.”
With those final words, Jang Gung’s eyes slowly closed. At the same moment, his once-warm body grew cold.
Originally, after his daughter’s death, he had attempted to take his own life.
But thinking of his child’s tragic end, he could not bring himself to close his eyes.
In the end, Jang Gung sold all of Cheon Hye Rim’s assets to hire mercenaries from the Nangindae.
And now that he had finally achieved the revenge he desired, he departed with a light heart.
“Master.”
Heuk Pyo lowered his head with an anguished expression.
“I should have anticipated that you would do this.”
“It is not your fault.”
Bu Eunseol spoke to Heuk Pyo with a solemn expression.
“Having achieved the desire he sought… he departed without regret.”
As if to prove those words, a satisfied smile lingered at the corners of Jang Gung’s mouth.
Bu Eunseol’s gaze grew distant as she beheld that sight.
Achieving one’s purpose could be reaching a terminus, or perhaps the beginning of something new.
I too had been rushing toward my goal all this time. And perhaps that end would be no different from Jang Gung’s.
“Contact the Nangindae to handle the arrangements here.”
“Yes.”
“Then let us depart.”
At Bu Eunseol’s words, Heuk Pyo bowed deeply.
He had completed his duties as a combat mercenary of the Donghyo Seorang for a long time.
And now he would remain by Bu Eunseol’s side once more, seeking to aid her.

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