The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 267

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Chapter 267.
“So Woong! Block those pouring in from the left properly!”
Han So Woong, clad in bronze armor and wielding a great blade, shouted in response to Won Se Moon’s command.
“Captain, you block them properly! There are more of them crawling out from your side!”
“You, chubby bastard? Getting bold enough to talk back now, are we?”
As Han So Woong infused his great blade with inner energy, a sharp cyan aura flowed forth.
“It’s been ages since I lost that weight…”
With that low murmur, a dozen Heuk Ryeon disciples rushed at him with weapons raised.
“Stop calling me chubby!”
With a thunderous roar, he swung his great blade.
A crescent-shaped, razor-sharp blade energy poured forth, and the Heuk Ryeon disciples who had charged collapsed one after another.
“Haa, haa.”
As Han So Woong caught his breath, Won Se Moon standing beside him spoke quietly.
“Does being called chubby bother you that much?”
“Will you stop doing it?”
“That depends on the Lord.”
“What nonsense is that?”
Then Won Se Moon grasped Han So Woong’s shoulder with a very serious expression.
“When the Lord stops calling me Twin Blades, I’ll stop calling you chubby.”
At his nonsense, Han So Woong vented the frustration boiling within him once more through blade energy.
“That’s enough—shut it!”
Meanwhile, the members of the Second Unit led by Wi Cheon Gyeong scattered left and right, encircling the enemies.
“Maintain distance and handle only those enemies breaking through the outer perimeter with throwing blades!”
The throwing blades unleashed by the Second Unit members did not kill enemies but rather halted their offensives moment by moment, severing the rhythm of battle.
The Heuk Ryeon disciples fumed with frustration each time, yet they could not even catch up to those swift-moving figures.
“Make way!”
In the meantime, members of the Third Unit charged frontally, scattering the enemy formation.
Having mastered the Black Poison Demonic Art to the Seven Stars level and beyond, ordinary swords and blades could not penetrate them.
Moreover, the sword techniques they unleashed consisted entirely of killing strikes that disregarded defense, and the Heuk Ryeon disciples at close range fell helplessly.
“Well done.”
Bu Eunseol, observing the battlefield from above, nodded in approval.
The three units she had trained from the beginning had undergone rigorous cultivation for a long time and moved in perfect harmony, so this result was perhaps inevitable.
But what was truly remarkable was the remarkable growth of the Fourth and Fifth Units.
Saaaa!
The members of the Fourth Unit taught by Myo Cheon Woo all wielded a unique spear technique of silent, soundless power.
Myo Cheon Woo could not teach the Ten Demon Experts of the Destruction Spear Sect or the unit members that most secret technique.
Therefore, he had combined his own insights with the advantages of the Destruction Spear Sect’s spear methods to create a unique spear technique while maintaining its silent nature.
“Still crude, but with a little refinement, it will become a technique no inferior to the Destruction Spear Sect’s methods.”
Myo Cheon Woo had only just begun walking his own path.
Though the spear technique he had created was still somewhat crude and incomplete…
With each passing moment, they will grow stronger—alongside my subordinates.
Whoosh!
Then, amid the mass assault of Heuk Ryeon disciples, a sharp and brilliant gleam flashed through the air.
It was the members of the Fifth Unit led by Yu Woon Ryong.
Ping! Whoosh!
Unexpectedly, Yu Woon Ryong had not taught them any shortcuts.
―I cannot reach the pinnacle of the White Horse technique.
Yu Woon Ryong had come to realize that his martial arts from the White Horse Sect could not breach the Transcendent Realm.
Ever since he had devised the technique of wielding two White Horse methods simultaneously, he had already departed from the fundamental principles of the White Horse technique.
It was a means to grow stronger without being constrained by technique, much like Bu Eunseol—yet…
Instead, this approach had crossed from the Righteous Path into the Demonic Path, rendering him unable to attain the highest realm of the White Horse technique.
―If I cannot breach the Transcendent Realm through the White Horse technique, I shall do so through another method!
Yu Woon Ryong had since created a new technique through profound insight.
Yet the problem was that techniques like spear methods and staff methods had been created in succession from his whip technique.
Though the whip technique and spear technique were entirely different, Yu Woon Ryong, having achieved profound enlightenment, seamlessly merged them together.
―Then, is there not a dual weapon that can wield both spear and whip simultaneously?
After much deliberation, he refined the Three-Sectioned Staff into a new weapon called the Ten-Sectioned Staff, which could separate into ten segments.
When infused with power, it locked together rigidly; in its normal state, it divided into ten joints, allowing techniques like the whip method to be employed.
Bu Eunseol could say with certainty:
Once this unique Ten-Sectioned Staff technique was perfected, the Murim would witness the birth of yet another extraordinary exotic weapon.
Meanwhile, the successors of the Cheong Hae Seven Sword Sects, following in the rear of Sa Young Dae, were dealing with Heuk Ryeon disciples attempting to breach their flank.
Having diligently cultivated their martial arts throughout this time, they possessed considerable confidence in themselves.
Yet witnessing Sa Young Dae’s combat, they acutely felt how far they still had to go.
―We are still far behind.
However, there was one thing they had overlooked.
This battle was not the fight of ordinary martial artists.
The members of Sa Young Dae not only displayed exceptional martial prowess individually, but moved as a single organism.
This was possible because they had grown accustomed to fighting countless enemies over a long period, and their hearts had become unified as one.
―We have no choice but to try!
Yet they fought without hesitation, giving their utmost effort.
Though it might not provide great assistance, this battle would be an opportunity to advance their martial prowess one step further.
Within their hearts, the same burning warrior spirit that dwelt in the Sa Young Dae members had already been engraved.
‘…!’
At that moment, Bu Eunseol’s eyes narrowed as she surveyed the battlefield.
Suddenly, mysterious warriors emerged from the rear. Sa Young Dae began to be pushed back gradually.
‘Those people….’
They all wielded grotesque swords with jagged protrusions, and their irises were stained yellow.
Moreover, they trampled over their comrades’ corpses without hesitation, attacking like madmen—did they not?
‘Is it that drug?’
Bu Eunseol’s eyes flashed with realization.
These grotesque figures bore a striking resemblance to Gu Ju Hun, who had been imprisoned underground.
‘No, they’re not Jiemagui Jade Immortals.’
Jiemagui Jade Immortals could only be killed by severing their necks or draining the vital blood injected into their bodies.
But these creatures ceased all movement the moment their hearts or critical acupoints were pierced.
‘Yet they feel no pain or fear.’
In a large-scale chaotic battle like this, the inability to experience pain and fear was an extraordinarily potent weapon. Careless members could easily lose their lives to these creatures’ hands.
Rumble.
Bu Eunseol, moving with lightning-swift divine techniques, surged past her allies to take the vanguard.
“Fall back!”
Screech!
With a cry that shook heaven and earth, Bu Eunseol drew her dark blade and immediately unleashed her swordsmanship.
With each flash of sword light, blood erupted skyward, and the Heuk Ryeon disciples collapsed like autumn leaves, leaving gaping wounds in their ranks.
Though she felled a dozen in a single breath, the remaining Heuk Ryeon disciples, drenched in their comrades’ crimson blood, charged at Bu Eunseol without hesitation.
The drug had robbed them of fear entirely.
‘I cannot afford to waste time.’
As Bu Eunseol drew upon her inner force, a dark sword aura erupted from her blade.
Limitless Heaven Flow, Third Form—Crescent Moon Reflection.
Unleashing the most devastating single technique in the Limitless Heaven Flow arsenal, a vast chasm opened through the enemy formation.
Rumble.
As she poured her full strength into the technique, its power shook the very heavens and earth.
Splatter.
As the technique erupted, a crimson mist spread in all directions, bone and flesh scattering like confetti.
With a single strike, she had felled some thirty Heuk Ryeon disciples with their sickly yellow eyes.
Not only the Cheong Hae Seven Sword Sects members but also the Sa Young Dae operatives stared with gaping mouths.
They had heard rumors of Bu Eunseol’s martial prowess being extraordinary, but witnessing it firsthand transcended all description.
Click.
As if nothing had occurred, Bu Eunseol sheathed her dark blade and bellowed with commanding force.
“We advance directly into Heuk Ryeon’s heart!”
In that instant, the eyes of the blood-drenched Sa Young Dae operatives gleamed with bestial ferocity.
They would immediately breach the Heuk Sa Gung where Heuk Ryeon Ju resided and claim her head.
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Strictly speaking, Heuk Ryeon was not a Murim faction but rather a coalition of bandits.
Thus they wielded poisons and hidden weapons without hesitation—tools strictly forbidden in the Murim. They even employed the brutal tactic of utilizing corpses without compunction.
But what of the Demon Palace?
The sacred ground of ten thousand demons and a demonic alliance concentrating the power of a million practitioners of the Demonic Path.
When the Heuk Ryeon disciples employed poisons and hidden weapons, the Demon Palace responded with equally vicious and merciless tactics, breaching their defensive lines.
―Clang! Clash!
The Hyeol Mu Dan’s advance and retreat movements were swift as lightning, and facing over ten thousand Heuk Ryeon disciples, they pressed forward without yielding an inch.
The Heuk Ryeon disciples attempted various tactics to block their advance, but the individual martial prowess gap was simply too vast.
No matter how much martial knowledge had been imparted even to common soldiers, the Heuk Ryeon disciples were brigands by nature.
They were simply no match for the elite masters of the Demon Palace, who had undergone rigorous training day after day.
“It will be over soon.”
Jwa Dae Baek’s lips curved upward as he gazed down at the battlefield from the hill behind him.
Over several days, the Hyeol Mu Dan had repeatedly advanced and retreated, disrupting Heuk Ryeon’s defensive lines.
And now, as they launched their final assault, the enemy was crumbling beyond recovery.
“Indeed, he has truly given up.”
Jwa Dae Baek turned his gaze toward the handsome man standing beside him.
It was Do Cheon Rin, the young master of the Blood Flame Sect.
“Did I not assure you?”
Jwa Dae Baek smiled at Do Cheon Rin.
“No matter what methods he employs, he can never claim victory.”
Jwa Dae Baek had not even deployed Do Cheon Rin and the masters of the Blood Flame Sect to the battlefield.
The moment the defensive line was breached, they would be sent to Heuk Sa Gung where Heuk Ryeon Ju resided, allowing them to secure the victory.
Yet Do Cheon Rin’s brow remained deeply furrowed.
He had received a bewildering report from the scouts monitoring Sa Young Dae.
―We have lost their trail….
While tracking Sa Young Dae’s movements, their path suddenly split into seven directions.
They quickly divided and pursued each trail, but Sa Young Dae was nowhere to be found.
‘There is no place in this barren Cheong Hae where fifty soldiers could vanish completely.’
Do Cheon Rin could be certain of one thing.
Bu Eunseol was plotting something.
Consumed by anxiety, he had moved Jwa Dae Baek to launch a full assault on Heuk Ryeon.
He feared what Bu Eunseol might attempt if she suddenly appeared.
“He would not surrender so easily.”
Do Cheon Rin, emerging from his thoughts, spoke to Jwa Dae Baek.
“I have also heard rumors that Sa Young Dae recently visited sects near Sak Geom Ridge seeking cooperation.”
“Hehehehe. That is absolutely impossible.”
Jwa Dae Baek chuckled and spoke with certainty.
“The Cheong Hae Seven Sword Sects at Sak Geom Ridge possess a peculiar pride, believing Cheong Hae to be the birthplace of the Demonic Path. Because of this, they do not maintain good relations with us.”
“But….”
“Furthermore, according to the words of the Bi Young Gak master, they have formed some sort of pact with Heuk Ryeon. You should have heard of it as well.”
When Do Cheon Rin nodded faintly, Jwa Dae Baek continued.
“On a battlefield like this, individual martial prowess, however superior, is meaningless. Moreover, on a battlefield, obedience to orders is paramount.”
Jwa Dae Baek wore a confident smile.
“Since they departed under orders to strike at Heuk Ryeon’s rear, there is no way to escape the charge of insubordination if they fail to fulfill that command.”
Do Cheon Rin reluctantly nodded.
Even if Bu Eunseol deployed some ingenious stratagem, Sa Young Dae alone could not strike at the rear of Heuk Ryeon, which commanded thirty thousand soldiers.
―Hiyaaaah!
At that moment, with a battle cry, the Hyeol Mu Dan’s forces finally broke through Heuk Ryeon’s defenses and penetrated all the way to Heuk Sa Gung where Heuk Ryeon Ju was stationed.
As the opposing forces collided at close range, tactics became irrelevant.
Only raw power clashing against power—a chaotic melee erupted.
―Uooooo!
At that moment, the gates of Heuk Sa Gung burst open, and with a thunderous roar, three hundred grotesque beings poured forth, pressing against Hyeol Mu Dan’s forces.
Clang! Clang!
They possessed monstrous strength without exception, and even as limbs were severed, they showed no fear, relentlessly pushing forward against Hyeol Mu Dan.
“This is troublesome.”
Jwa Dae Baek’s eyes widened as he observed the scene.
The moment the grotesque beings with their sallow, yellowish eyes appeared, the tide of battle suddenly shifted to a stalemate.
Looking at the broader picture, Hyeol Mu Dan held the advantage.
Yet these grotesque beings possessed formidable martial prowess and had deliberately adopted a purely defensive strategy.
If they continued to endure so stubbornly, the plan to annihilate Heuk Ryeon in one fell swoop would crumble, transforming the engagement into a prolonged war of attrition.
“So their aim was to hold out all along.”
Heuk Ryeon had endured even when rumors spread that Demon Palace’s vanguard had arrived.
From the beginning, their true intention was to use these grotesque beings to intercept Demon Palace’s advancing forces and drag the conflict into a protracted struggle.
A prolonged battle would inflict devastating losses upon the Demon Palace expedition force.
“We shall handle them ourselves.”
As Do Cheon Rin nodded, fifty-odd warriors with swords gleaming silver emerged from behind him.
They were the disciples of the Blood Flame Sect that Do Cheon Rin had brought with him.
“Can you manage it?”
Jwa Dae Baek’s expression was clouded with concern.
“There is no need to overextend ourselves.”
If the young heir of Demon Palace were injured through recklessness, it would become troublesome for him as well.
“With myself and the masters of the Main House, we should breach their defensive line within half an hour.”
“Mm.”
Jwa Dae Baek nodded in agreement.
Thereupon, Do Cheon Rin and the Blood Flame Sect disciples surged forward as the vanguard.
Flash!
Unleashing the Blood Flame Sect technique in an instant, Do Cheon Rin became a torrent of brilliant light, severing the grotesque beings’ necks with each stroke.
Until now, he had never truly displayed his martial prowess.
Yet he had long been designated as the heir of Demon Palace by the sect masters of the Ten Demonic Gates.
This meant his talent was recognized as the greatest among all heirs of the Ten Demonic Gates.
His epithet—the Perfect Scholar—testified to this: none could match his martial aptitude, nor his learning and strategic acumen.
And such qualities manifested brilliantly in his martial technique.
“Like a machine,” Jwa Dae Baek murmured in admiration from afar.
Do Cheon Rin’s swordwork struck the grotesque beings’ vital points with absolute precision, without the slightest deviation or error.
Moreover, he distributed his power with such exactitude that not a shred of vital energy was wasted.
Shwick. Boom.
Each time the silver blade-wave rippled outward, the grotesque beings’ heads unfailingly separated from their bodies.
No matter what movements they attempted, no matter how they evaded…
No matter what moves they make, no matter how they try to evade…
Do Cheon Rin’s Blood Flame Sect technique spread across the battlefield like sunlight reflecting off water, brilliant and devastating as it felled the grotesque creatures one after another.
“It is done.”
Jwa Dae Baek, who had been observing, nodded in acknowledgment.
At last, the defensive wall constructed by the grotesque creatures was crumbling steadily beneath the relentless assault of the Blood-Dyed Sword School’s disciples, with Do Cheon Rin leading the charge.
“It will collapse within two hours, not four.”
As Jwa Dae Baek, releasing a low chuckle, was about to command the final offensive,
―A piercing shriek tore through the air!
Suddenly, a harrowing scream erupted before the Heuk Sa Gung, which had been encircled by an impenetrable siege.
Do Cheon Rin and the disciples cutting down grotesque creatures froze, their eyes widening.
Fifty-some warriors were charging toward the Heuk Sa Gung where Heuk Ryeon Ju dwelled—all in a single, unified rush!
It was Sa Young Dae, led by Bu Eunseol.
‘Bu Eunseol!’
Flames ignited in Do Cheon Rin’s eyes as he beheld her.
Bu Eunseol and Sa Young Dae, who should have remained hidden and abandoned all thought of claiming merit, were here—but why?

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