The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 218

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Chapter 218.
The Eighth Form of the Formless Heavenly Stream. Heavenly Resonance Strike.
An ultimate counterattack technique that unleashes an unavoidable sword strike the moment the enemy’s all-consuming blow makes contact with the body.
Boom!
At that instant, accompanied by a thunderous crack, a water-like force erupted from both of Gwang Yeon’s hands—so sharp it could pierce through even a Golden Bronze Arhat in a single breath—tearing through the empty air.
It was the profound mystery of the Coiled Zen Hand, one of Shaolin’s Seventy-Two Techniques.
Just as the Coiled Zen Hand was about to strike Bu Eunseol’s body,
A strange vibration resonated.
With an eerie tremor, the light enveloping Bu Eunseol’s form vanished, splitting the Coiled Zen Hand asunder and piercing directly into Gwang Yeon’s chest.
Bu Eunseol, having spread the vital energy flowing through his entire body to comprehend every trajectory of the Coiled Zen Hand, had finally unleashed the first form of the Heavenly Resonance Strike.
A deafening crash erupted!
But an unexpected turn of events unfolded.
Gwang Yeon’s technique, which had been unleashing the Coiled Zen Hand, simultaneously transformed, and a majestic force of power crashed down upon Bu Eunseol’s upper chest.
‘What?’
This time, Bu Eunseol was truly shocked.
His decisive ultimate technique, meant to fell Geol Wang, had been completely shattered by Gwang Yeon?
Yet that astonishment lasted only a fleeting instant.
Having reached the Hollow Heart Heavenly Spirit realm, Bu Eunseol could stretch time several times longer than ordinary people.
Whoosh!
In that moment, a force powerful enough to split Mount Tai itself burrowed into Bu Eunseol’s upper chest.
A sharp whistle cut through the air!
Deploying the Extreme Speed Shadowless Movement with all his might to evade, that force instead crashed into the ancient tree behind Bu Eunseol.
The tree crumbled into dust.
The massive tree scattered as powder in all directions.
The Arhat Divine Fist.
Shaolin’s supreme fist technique, which had been lost for ages, was now recreated in Gwang Yeon’s hands.
‘He changed his technique mid-strike.’
Gwang Yeon, sensing that Bu Eunseol’s momentum was extraordinary, had instantly switched from the Coiled Zen Hand to the Arhat Divine Fist.
Using strength to compensate for weakness.
It was the profound mystery of using strength to compensate for weakness—a technique once employed by Seong Ryun, the master of Gae Bang—that Gwang Yeon had altered the Coiled Zen Hand’s form mid-strike.
A sharp whistle.
Gwang Yeon’s assault had not ended.
In an instant, a ghostly fist force wrapped around Bu Eunseol’s body once more.
The fist force that grazed past was as gentle as a breeze, yet the moment it made contact, it possessed the power to shatter every bone in one’s entire body.
“Amitabha Buddha.”
Gwang Yeon cried out, watching Bu Eunseol desperately evade.
“Now I can see the end of this battle.”
A victorious smile played at the corners of his mouth.
Observing the momentum rising from Bu Eunseol’s body, he had immediately predicted that a terrifying counterattack would erupt.
So he had instantly changed his technique mid-strike, unleashing the Arhat Divine Fist, the supreme fist technique of the Buddhist school.
Boom!
As the fist energy grazed the boulder once more, it crumbled into dust and scattered on the wind.
The Hobun School’s martial arts aimed to suppress killing intent to the extreme, rendering opponents incapable of counterattack.
However, the Arhat Divine Fist possessed such overwhelming power that a direct hit would sever one’s life force in an instant.
Thud.
As the assault continued relentlessly, Bu Eunseol’s body sank deep into the ground before springing upward like a coiled spring.
She crouched, then shot skyward, scattering dozens of afterimages in all directions before regrouping, only to disperse again.
She was evading the invisible, imperceptible fist energy of the Arhat Divine Fist.
“The Beast Escape Technique?”
Gwang Yeon gasped in astonishment once more.
The Beast Escape Technique.
Why had a foundational skill that demanded one’s life to master become the basic martial art of Nangya Pavilion?
Given the nature of Nangya Pavilion’s martial arts—where enlightenment gained through real combat was essential to advancing one’s cultivation—death rendered all such efforts meaningless.
Bu Eunseol was now fully demonstrating Nangya Pavilion’s foundational technique: the art of tenaciously surviving any battle.
Crash!
At that moment, the cascading fist energy completely sealed off her escape route.
This remarkable Hobun School fist technique possessed the ability to sustain its unleashed power in the air for extended periods, much like the Saryeong School’s Saryeong Wall Blood Spear.
“Now for the final strike!”
Gwang Yeon layered dozens of fist strikes and unleashed them down upon Bu Eunseol’s head.
Rather than exploiting openings to strike her body directly, he sought to collide massive fist energy against her, rendering her completely immobilized.
‘Dozens of fist strikes converging into one….’
Witnessing Gwang Yeon’s layered Arhat Divine Fist, Bu Eunseol’s eyes gleamed with sudden clarity.
A technique, ultimately, was nothing more than linking movements together into a single unified form.
Whether it transformed midway or branched into a thousand paths in endless succession, what ultimately made contact was singular.
‘I understand now.’
In that moment of absolute desperation, enlightenment flooded through Bu Eunseol’s entire being, and a faint luminescence erupted from her form.
Simultaneously, she drew forth a beam of light from the ink sword she wielded.
Whoooosh!
Black luminous points streaming from the ink sword enveloped the Arhat Divine Fist descending upon her head.
And then something extraordinary occurred.
The Arhat Divine Fist that Gwang Yeon had unleashed upon Bu Eunseol suddenly reversed course—not toward her, but back toward Gwang Yeon himself.
“Impossible.”
Gwang Yeon could not believe his senses.
It was as though he had hurled a stone at a flying bird, only to have it return and strike his own face.
“Ugh!”
Startled, Gwang Yeon unfurled both the Half Immortal Technique and the Prajna Great Ability simultaneously, deflecting the returning Arhat Divine Fist at an angle.
Rumble! Rumble rumble!
Thunder accompanied his body’s violent recoil, and the fabric near his sleeves disintegrated into powder.
Flash!
Seizing the opening, Bu Eunseol’s ink sword pierced directly toward Gwang Yeon’s ribs.
“Hah!”
Unable to evade the ink sword, Gwang Yeon unleashed the Vajra Indestructible Body Divine Art with a sharp cry.
Crash!
The ink sword sliced through Gwang Yeon’s ribs, sending him careening into a boulder ten zhang away before he tumbled ungracefully to the ground.
“Cough.”
Blood spilled from his lips as he dropped to one knee.
The Vajra Indestructible Body Divine Art had prevented his body from being cleaved in two, but it could not withstand the tremendous reverse force contained within the ink sword.
“How is this possible…?”
Whoosh!
There was no time for shock.
Bu Eunseol had already unfolded her sword technique, slashing toward his neck.
“Gasp!”
Startled, Gwang Yeon threw himself backward, narrowly evading the blade.
Gwang Yeon, known as Shaolin’s greatest treasure, had preserved his life by employing the Descending Tiger Claw.
But Bu Eunseol’s Ultimate Speed Shadowless was faster still.
Click.
Like a freshly caught carp thrashing on the ground, the ink sword was already waiting before Gwang Yeon’s throat.
Trickle.
As the blade touched his neck, his skin split and crimson blood flowed forth.
“To think there exists a martial art capable of countering our sect’s foremost technique…”
Watching the falling droplets of blood, he lowered his head with a hollow expression.
“I have been defeated.”
Gwang Yeon had initially been confident of absolute victory. Yet the result was Bu Eunseol’s complete triumph.
“Your ability is truly boundless, Bu Donor. To have created a new martial art in that moment of desperation—remarkable indeed.”
Admiration gleamed in Gwang Yeon’s eyes.
Even in a hopeless situation, Bu Eunseol had refused to surrender, transforming her martial arts mid-battle to seize victory.
This was an unexpected breakthrough—one neither Gwang Yeon nor even Bu Eunseol herself had anticipated.
“The limits of Buddhist martial arts.”
Bu Eunseol spoke in a low voice.
“Had you attempted to strike me down with that fist technique, I would not have lost so easily.”
If Gwang Yeon had steeled his resolve and driven the Arhat Divine Fist directly into Bu Eunseol’s body—
She would not have been defeated so readily.
But Gwang Yeon had merely sought to suppress Bu Eunseol by layering his fist force.
“Our sect’s martial arts were never meant to slaughter enemies, but rather to cultivate body and spirit, to deepen our practice of the Buddha’s way.”
Even facing death, Gwang Yeon smiled faintly.
“How could a disciple of the Buddha cling to victory and defeat, sowing seeds of killing intent?”
“I see.”
Bu Eunseol gazed down at Gwang Yeon with cold eyes.
This was not merely a contest of martial skill. Had Bu Eunseol lost, Gwang Yeon would have unhesitatingly sealed her dantian.
But since Bu Eunseol had won, it was only fitting that she deliver death in return.
“Amitabha Buddha.”
Gwang Yeon pressed his palms together and closed his eyes, facing death without fear.
The moment Bu Eunseol’s silent blade was about to pierce through his throat without hesitation,
Crash!
A torrent of force descended upon Bu Eunseol like the roar of a waterfall, carrying the weight of a mountain.
Thirty-two palm shadows materialized, each as sharp as steel capable of piercing iron.
Had Bu Eunseol not immediately vacated the space, his entire body would have been riddled with holes.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
Yet something unexpected occurred.
Bu Eunseol’s form became ethereal, and the cascading force passed harmlessly through his body.
He had deployed the Extreme Speed Shadowless Technique, capable of shifting direction ninety-nine times in mid-air.
Rustle.
With the sound of robes fluttering in the wind, eighteen monks in crimson cassocks descended from the heavens.
“Amitabha Buddha.”
The monk standing at the forefront gazed at Bu Eunseol and released a sigh.
“Your martial prowess is extraordinary, and your movement technique is equally impressive.”
Eighteen palms had unleashed their force, yet Bu Eunseol’s blade remained pressed against Gwang Yeon’s throat.
The monk sighed deeply once more and shook his head.
“What a tragedy that such remarkable talent has fallen to the Demonic Path.”
“Who are you?”
The monk then met Bu Eunseol’s gaze directly and spoke with solemn authority.
“I am Bin Seung, the Chief Abbot of the Eighteen Arhats, Gong Myeong.”
A martial monk of Shaolin who handles all matters great and small within the Gangho.
The Eighteen Arhats had suddenly appeared before Bu Eunseol.
“So that is how it stands.”
From their appearance, Bu Eunseol could discern a new truth.
Gae Bang had prepared Gwang Yeon as bait. And anticipating that this bait might not work, they had prepared another bait—the Eighteen Arhats.
“I wonder when Shaolin became a lackey of Gae Bang.”
Despite Bu Eunseol’s sharp mockery, Gong Myeong replied calmly.
“Do not misunderstand. The order from our headquarters was not to kill you, but to secretly protect Gwang Yeon, who ventured into the Gangho.”
“Shaolin is truly merciful.”
Bu Eunseol laughed coldly and spoke.
“To have all eighteen of the renowned Arhats mobilize just to protect a single young novice monk who left the temple—how remarkable.”
“That is merely the concern of our headquarters. It is not a matter for outsiders to worry about.”
Gong Myeong regarded Bu Eunseol with solemn eyes.
“Release Gwang Yeon. If you do, I will not pursue this matter further.”
“Pursue?”
Bu Eunseol found the words absurd and barely suppressed a smile.
“What strange words. What crime have I committed against Shaolin?”
“The one you are threatening with your blade is a disciple of our temple.”
“So Shaolin disciples are untouchable, but Demonic Path disciples can be harmed at will?”
“The outcome has already been decided. This should be enough.”
“The outcome matters little to me.”
A cold gleam flickered across Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
“He attempted to cripple my martial arts.”
“So you must take his life for that?”
“If one attempts to reduce another to a cripple, shouldn’t they be prepared to face the same fate?”
Then Gwang Yeon, who had been kneeling silently, spoke.
“Bu Sijoo is right. Since I attempted to cripple his martial arts… I have no words of complaint even if you take my life.”
“Gwang Yeon. Do not interfere.”
Gong Myeong, his stern gaze fixed on Gwang Yeon, turned his head toward Bu Eunseol.
“You truly intend to kill him?”
“I do.”
“The demonic nature has consumed you to your very bones.”
Then Jeong Gwang spoke, his eyes blazing with intensity.
“This is the path you have chosen. Do not blame Bin Seung for what comes next.”
A deep resonance filled the air.
In that instant, Bu Eunseol’s vision blurred.
A magnificent force erupted from the bodies of the Eighteen Arhats surrounding me, binding my form in an instant.
―Should you ever encounter the Eighteen Arhats in the Gangho, maintain a distance of at least ten paces.
Suddenly, a memory surfaced—words spoken by Eum Gwae Ma Gyeom during my days in Jeol Cheon Myeol Ji Do Won Hyang, when he had shared tales of my martial past.
―The Demonic Path fears their Eighteen Arhats Formation, but the truly terrifying technique lies elsewhere.
―What is it?
―It is a technique called the Striking Heart Bell.
When Bu Eunseol had tilted my head in confusion, Eum Gwae Ma Gyeom had spoken with utmost gravity.
―A Shaolin secret art that releases overwhelming inner force in a single burst to rupture the meridians. There is no warning of its deployment, and once trapped, one cannot escape until the meridians shatter completely.
‘This is the Striking Heart Bell.’
As the torrential inner force poured down, Bu Eunseol’s vision gradually darkened.
Even a single Shaolin master would struggle to withstand this technique, but with eighteen selected martial monks releasing their power simultaneously…
It was nearly impossible for even an immortal sage to escape.
A sickening crack echoed through the air.
Crushing pressure descended, and the sound of bones fracturing resonated from Bu Eunseol’s body.
No matter how much inner force exceeding four hundred years one possessed, blocking the simultaneous assault of the Eighteen Arhats was impossible.
Blood vessels burst visibly.
Suddenly, thick veins bulged across Bu Eunseol’s face.
If time continued, the Striking Heart Bell technique would inevitably shatter my meridians into fragments.
―However, it is not an inescapable technique.
Another memory from Do Won Hyang surfaced, and Eum Gwae Ma Gyeom’s voice seemed to echo in Bu Eunseol’s ears.
―What do you mean?
―Are you not still alive, Elder?
“How did you know I broke free from the Gosimsong technique? I never told anyone.”
“When you spoke of the Gosimsong technique, your eyes gleamed with unmistakable pride the entire time.”
“Hahaha! You truly are perceptive. In truth, that technique is….”
Whoosh.
A gentle breeze swept across, and millions of luminous points began to materialize beneath Bu Eunseol’s feet.
Simultaneously, her eyes blazed with both crimson light and golden radiance.
Screech.
Then something extraordinary occurred.
The body of the Eighteen Arhat channeling the Gosimsong technique began to slide backward.

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