The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 233

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Chapter 233.
A flash of light gleamed across Bu Eunseol’s eyes as he watched the Cold Blood Demons surge toward him.
Screeeech!
With a sword cry like the roar of a dragon, razor-sharp vital energy erupted from the dark blade with blinding speed.
Crunch!
With a bone-chilling sound of severance, the five Cold Blood Demons charging forward were instantly cleaved in two.
“…!”
A faint light flickered across Bu Eunseol’s pupils.
The sensation transmitted through my fingertips was neither crisp nor clean—it was dull and heavy.
The bodies of these Cold Blood Demons, composed of flesh and blood, were far harder than steel.
“They’ve tempered their bodies with alchemical drugs.”
It seemed they had hardened their flesh in preparation for a final desperate close-quarters assault.
Then, the Cold Blood Demons surged toward Bu Eunseol once more with full force.
This time, rather than charging recklessly, they maintained distance while approaching from different angles.
Since my swordsmanship far exceeded their expectations, they were now employing a rotating assault—using their numerical advantage to maintain distance while alternating attacks and retreats.
“A crude method, but a sound choice!”
Bu Eunseol, a cold smile playing at his lips, drew upon his full power.
Zing!
Black mist coiled from his eyes as a gleaming spherical black orb materialized in his left hand.
The legendary secret technique that allowed one to freely materialize formidable inner energy—the Yeouui True Seal—was unleashed in a single breath.
Whoosh!
As I extended my left hand, pouring forth force like releasing a bowstring, roughly half of the materialized energy sphere dispersed like a spider’s web.
The Cold Blood Demons, scattered in all directions, suddenly converged as if drawn into a single mass.
Shatter!
In that same instant, Bu Eunseol’s dark blade unleashed sword strikes of unparalleled supremacy.
Slash slash slash slash!
A chilling sword force cold enough to freeze even the sun itself swept through the clustered Cold Blood Demons in a single motion.
Whoooosh!
Simultaneously, over a dozen Cold Blood Demons collapsed like bundles of straw.
‘Once should pose no problem.’
Even without the Sak Jeong technique, my vital energy remained calm and undisturbed after unleashing the Yeouui True Seal.
This change had occurred ever since the power of the Hwan Ma Hwan—deployed by the wrathful Nangya Pavilion Master Ak Moo Ryung—had pierced through my meridians.
Thud thud.
Yet they approached without hesitation, seemingly indifferent even to their comrades’ deaths.
Whooom!
Bu Eunseol dispersed the remaining vital energy in his left hand once more like a spider’s web.
Again, the Cold Blood Demons converged into a single mass.
Crunch!
With an unpleasant sound of severance, the dark blade cut through empty air, and another dozen Cold Blood Demons were instantly split in two and collapsed in a heap.
“That is….”
Hyuk So Jin, watching the scene unfold, clenched his fists.
He realized that Bu Eunseol’s technique for manipulating solidified true energy was mimicking his own Demonic Flame Qi.
‘So Demonic Flame Qi can be used in such ways.’
Hyuk So Jin had employed Demonic Flame Qi solely as a means of defense or counterattack.
But witnessing Bu Eunseol’s methods, he now understood it could be adapted into diverse tactical applications—blocking an enemy’s movements, and far more.
―Do not be constrained by technique. Transform your martial arts to suit the moment.
It was as though Bu Eunseol was imparting this very lesson.
A sharp hiss pierced the air.
As I unleashed the Demon Sealing Formation consecutively, scorching heat radiated from my body.
Yet unlike before, there was no searing pain or the sensation of my spirit being consumed.
Rather, as the formation unfolded, the true energy within my body surged with vitality, and exhilaration and killing intent flooded my consciousness.
A sharp slash cut through the air.
Now I surged forward myself, beginning to cut down the Cold Blood Demons.
In a melee, to stop moving is to die.
There was no time to catch one’s breath, no safe haven to retreat to and evade the enemy.
Steel sang against steel.
Each time the dark blade cut through the air with a faint sonic boom, a glacial sword light poured forth, scraping bone.
The Cold Blood Demons’ heads fell like autumn leaves, only to burst skyward like fireworks.
My body had become one with the dark blade.
With each sword form deployed, a radiance that devoured souls erupted, and with each parting of air, an energy like the claws of death spread in all directions.
A low rumble echoed.
Whenever the offensive waned momentarily, white vapor rose unfailingly from my body.
Even during combat, I was circulating my inner energy to recover my cultivation.
“This bastard….”
Go Geuk Shin bit his lip.
Already, some forty Cold Blood Demons had fallen to Bu Eunseol. At this rate, even if victory were achieved, the Blood Sea Demon Well’s forces would suffer catastrophic losses.
“Join the fray as well.”
Go Geuk Shin commanded the four Cold Blood Demons standing before him.
They were the Ten Commanders, each leading and commanding a hundred Cold Blood Demons.
A sharp intake of breath.
The Ten Commanders, hands clasped together, unhesitatingly rushed into battle.
Steel clashed against steel.
As the four Ten Commanders unleashed a bizarre formation technique and overwhelming force simultaneously, like lightning descending from the heavens,
A burst of crimson.
Blood sprayed across my shoulder as I cut through the Cold Blood Demons.
“Die!”
In that same instant, Go Geuk Shin approached from behind, unleashing the Nightsoul Bone Claw technique.
Though his body hung suspended in mid-air, the bone claw force tore through the air and already pierced my vital acupoint.
Bursts of blood erupted.
As the Nightsoul Bone Claw technique crashed down, blood sprayed from my body once more.
“Don’t give him a moment to breathe!”
The instant Go Geuk Shin and the Ten Commanders joined the fray, wielding the Night Soul White Bone Claw, the tide of battle shifted dramatically.
Though they launched their attacks individually, the moment Bu Eunseol’s counteroffensive came crashing down, they defended with the precision of a single unified entity.
“Hyah!”
At that moment, alongside the roar, Go Geuk Shin and the others struck Bu Eunseol’s silent sword with full force.
Clang!
The crystalline metallic ring echoed as I was driven back roughly a step, yet my sword technique froze for an instant.
Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch!
As if they had been waiting for this opening, the Ten Commanders’ razor-sharp claws tore ferociously into the gap.
Flash! Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch!
In that moment, my silent sword began to writhe like a living fish, unleashing hundreds of strands of brilliant light.
The absolute defensive sword technique that responds to killing intent—the Rhombus Fish Sword—had been deployed.
‘The Rhombus Fish Sword.’
Hyuk So Jin had witnessed Bu Eunseol’s signature technique multiple times before.
Yet something was different.
Bu Eunseol’s silent sword was not merely intercepting the enemies’ attacks—it was carving through empty space like a living flood dragon, severing the Ten Commanders without mercy.
‘The Living Fish Sword? No, that’s not it.’
Hyuk So Jin’s eyes gleamed as he observed from a distance.
He had discovered that at the precise moment the silent sword deflected each incoming attack, it was launching an identical counterattack with the same technique.
Bu Eunseol had fused the Eighth Form of the Formless Heavenly Stream—Ten Thousand Swords Return to One—with the Rhombus Fish Sword.
Whoooosh!
As their own attacks came hurtling back at them, the Cold Blood Demons were forced to retreat helplessly.
Even Go Geuk Shin, wielding the Heavenly Claw in wild desperation, was seized by panic and stumbled backward.
Flash!
In that instant, I cut through the scattered Cold Blood Demons like bundled straw.
Was I finally growing weary?
Unlike before, my sword technique lost its precision, and my movements grew increasingly expansive.
Whoosh!
The moment my opening was exposed, the Ten Commanders rushed forward without hesitation, unleashing a torrent of attacks.
But it was a trap.
A faint tremor rippled through the tip of my blade.
Hundreds of sword energies pierced the vital acupoints of the Ten Commanders and Cold Blood Demons.
I had deliberately exposed the opening to bait them into expending their full power, then applied the techniques of the Phantom Return Master to strike their meridian points.
Thud, thud, thud.
As the charging Cold Blood Demons fell one after another, my sword technique transformed once more.
Simultaneously, violet flames carved a zigzag pattern toward the Ten Commanders’ openings.
The killing sword that cuts through any circumstance—the Heavenly Thunder Unparalleled Technique—had been unleashed.
Shhhhk!
In that same instant, crimson blood fountained from the Ten Commanders’ carotid arteries.
Though it appeared to be a single strike, I had actually executed the Heavenly Thunder Unparalleled Technique in rapid succession, severing four necks simultaneously.
Thud, thud, thud.
The Silent Blade, unable to drink its fill of blood, spat crimson droplets onto the ground.
“You….”
Go Geuk Shin trembled violently as our eyes met, both of us drenched in blood.
Only now did he understand.
That I had not killed Geol Wang with the help of some water technique or trickery.
A one-man legion.
I possessed a terrifying martial prowess that could rightfully be called a one-man legion.
“Were you… one of the Chosen?”
Throughout the ages, the supreme masters who looked down upon Murim all completed earth-shattering martial achievements in their youth and wrote new histories.
That is why they are called the Chosen, or the Divine Ones.
Step, step.
As I approached, Go Geuk Shin’s eyes widened.
It was neither fear nor dread.
The authority of an absolute being.
His body froze from the overwhelming aura emanating from one who gazed down upon all Tianxia.
Step, step….
Yet I simply walked past the trembling Go Geuk Shin.
“Are you sparing me?”
As I passed him by without pause, Go Geuk Shin muttered in disbelief.
Thud, thud.
Then, watching the blood droplets fall to the ground, he smiled with hollow resignation.
“That cannot be.”
Pshhh!
A thin line of blood appeared across his lower abdomen, and suddenly a torrent of blood poured forth.
I had not killed him—instead, I had sealed his dantian, stripping away his martial power entirely.
“Tell the Master of the Blood Sea Demon Well.”
Without turning back, I spoke in a low voice.
“If you touch me again, the Blood Sea Demon Well will be erased from Murim.”
Click.
I sheathed the Silent Blade and spoke in a low voice.
“That is the only reason your life remains.”
Thump.
Go Geuk Shin collapsed to his knees.
All his inner power had vanished, leaving him a cripple, and every muscle in his body convulsed.
Yet the aura flowing from my body tormented him far more than the dissipation of his martial force.
‘Moo Ha Soo Yoo Jeong was wrong.’
In Murim, there are two types one must never touch.
Supreme masters who never forgive those who provoke them. And madmen who do not even cherish their own lives.
And I belonged to both categories…
He was like the Grim Reaper himself, raining calamity upon all who dared touch him.
“I understand.”
Go Geuk Shin staggered and turned his body.
With all his inner power drained away, the middle-aged man had transformed into a withered elder, his former vigor completely extinguished.
Go Geuk Shin stumbled out of the Plains, his back to the crimson sunset.
It was the silhouette of a defeated man, now crippled, leaving behind the glory of his past.
“Hah.”
As Go Geuk Shin departed, I exhaled deeply.
The martial prowess I had displayed was not truly at the level of one who had merely stepped into the Extreme Heavenly Realm.
Because of my formidable inner power and the enigmatic martial art of the Jade Finger Seal, I was demonstrating techniques far stronger than my actual cultivation level.
“Let’s go.”
I returned to the carriage as if nothing had happened.
Hyuk So Jin finally regained his composure and took a deep breath.
“Please board. I shall drive the carriage.”
The coachman had already fled, so Hyuk So Jin climbed onto the driver’s seat.
‘Bu Hyung is rewriting the history of Murim itself.’
A proud smile bloomed on Hyuk So Jin’s lips as he gazed at the dimming sunset.
He was proud.
To live in the same era as Bu Eunseol… and to have journeyed through Gangho with him.
Even when his hair turned white with age, he would take pride in that fact more than anyone else.
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Jeol Cheon Myul Ji, San Cheon Jae.
An elderly man in blue robes, who had been gazing out the window at the exotic flowers blooming in the Flower Garden, rose from his sickbed.
Though illness was evident on his face, his silver-streaked hair was combed back neatly, and his eyes occasionally flickered with a violet radiance.
He was none other than Hwan Ma, the master of Jeol Cheon Myul Ji, Hyuk Gong Baek.
“So Jin will arrive soon.”
At Hyuk Gong Baek’s murmur, Poong Yeo Ryang, the Mad Master standing beside him, spoke softly.
“Upon hearing that you had collapsed, he set out at once.”
“There was no need for him to rush so.”
“You’ve endured much all this time. Now that So Jin has grown, you should rest.”
Following Hyuk Gong Baek’s gaze toward the Flower Garden, a smile appeared on Poong Yeo Ryang’s lips.
“But you know what?”
“…?”
“Your choice was certainly right. That Bu Eunseol fellow.”
He spoke with a satisfied expression.
“He keeps his promises properly. Ever since he left, young disciples have been coming steadily to deliver news of our sect.”
“Hehehehe.”
Hyuk Gong Baek, leaning against the sickbed, chuckled softly.
“The whole Murim is already in an uproar over that boy’s deeds. Not only did he slay Geol Wang, but he also single-handedly shattered one of the Blood Sea Demon Well’s divisions.”
The current Murim was ablaze with tales of this unprecedented new generation master.
Bu Eunseol had long been known to have slain the Four Gods Seven Kings through cowardly means.
Yet this time, he had single-handedly shattered the vanguard of the Blood Sea Demon Well, composed entirely of Cold Blood Demons.
What manner of beings were the Cold Blood Demons?
Were they not killing machines honed through bizarre toxins and forbidden techniques, unflinching in their willingness to sacrifice their lives to eliminate masters of higher realms?
Moreover, a vanguard composed of Cold Blood Demons possessed enough strength to erase even modest sects without a trace.
Yet he had swept them all away alone?
Through this deed, Bu Eunseol had proven that his martial cultivation had entered the Extreme Heaven Realm.
―Gae Bang has done something foolish indeed.
As such rumors spread, the denizens of Murim immediately condemned Gae Bang.
And they found themselves reconsidering the epithet of this young sect master once more.
However, the deeds he had revealed were only a fraction from his time among the Ten Demon Immortals. Moreover, most who had witnessed Bu Eunseol’s martial prowess had become wandering spirits beneath his blade.
The masters of Shaolin, Wudang, and Geom Gak had survived, yet they maintained absolute silence regarding him.
Thus, his martial techniques remained unrevealed, and none had directly witnessed his true martial power…
Though various opinions circulated, ultimately they could not properly bestow an epithet upon this young generation’s sect master.
“Rather, it was thanks to that incident that So Jin also received an epithet. Something about cutting enemies with some mysterious secret technique, they called it Blood… something or other.”
“They called it the Blood Silk Demon Shadow.”
Hyuk Gong Baek wore a faint smile.
Hyuk So Jin, who had consistently aided Bu Eunseol and vanquished numerous formidable foes.
Even he had now acquired the epithet of Blood Silk Demon Shadow.
“In any case, things will become troublesome from here on.”
As if recalling something, Poong Yeo Ryang exhaled a heavy sigh.
“From the masters of the previous generation to the young sect leaders. From now on, anyone with even a modicum of power will come rushing at him.”
From those who had just stepped into the martial world to aged wanderers whose hair had turned white…
What all denizens of Murim desired equally was martial prowess and renown that would allow them to reign supreme over others.
And Bu Eunseol possessed both.
Simply put, killing Bu Eunseol would grant one that renown with ease.
“Even if the entire Murim came at him, given his nature, he would never request protection from the Demon Palace or Nangya Pavilion….”
Deep furrows etched themselves across Poong Yeo Ryang’s brow.
In truth, Geol Wang’s martial prowess had only recently entered the initial stages of the Extreme Heaven Realm, hardly exceptional compared to the supreme masters of Murim.
Yet he had been able to assume the position of advisor to the Four Gods Seven Kings because of his formidable influence—the ability to command Gae Bang, the Righteous Path’s greatest intelligence organization.
And his high standing.
But now a figure who had only just begun his activities in Gangho had struck him down…
From the perspective of the strong, a fresh and appetizing prey had appeared.
From this moment forward, all the masters of Murim would covet Bu Eunseol.
“Do not worry.”
Hyuk Gong Baek spoke with an untroubled smile.
“He awakened So Jin’s latent potential and grand aspirations, elevating him to the level of successor to the Ten Demonic Gates in but a short time.”
Infinite trust dwelt within his eyes.
“He shall surely overcome all trials and stand at the pinnacle of the Four Gods Seven Kings….”
Knock, knock.
At that moment, a knock sounded at the door, and a young man’s voice rang out softly.
“Commander Hyuk Gong Baek, it is Woon Yeop.”
“Come in.”
As Hyuk Gong Baek’s calm voice reached him, a man dressed in indigo martial robes slipped carefully inside with a soft rustling sound.
It was Woon Yeop, the commander responsible for the outer perimeter security of Jeol Cheon Myul Ji.
“The guest from Suzhou has arrived.”
Hyuk Gong Baek took a deep breath and nodded.
“Understood.”
“But are you truly not going to speak of it?”
As Woon Yeop bowed and turned to leave, Poong Yeo Ryang spoke in a low voice.
“That your life hangs by a thread….”

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