The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 416

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Chapter 416.
Shatter Liquid!
As the heavens and earth tore asunder, a tempestuous surge of killing intent erupted from the darkness, sweeping toward the assassins.
Mu Hwang’s supreme technique, the Thirteen Night Qi, had been unleashed.
Whoosh!
Each time the razor-sharp killing intent carved through the void, blood sprayed upward as the assassins collapsed like felled logs.
To Bu Eunseol, whose poison and concealment techniques proved utterly ineffective, the assassins of Blood Cliff stood motionless as wooden puppets.
Boom. Boom.
It took less than half a moment to fell all fifty-odd assassins.
Drip drip drip.
As the formation shattered, the ink-black liquid that had stained the sky began to flow away, gradually revealing its original appearance.
Shatter Liquid!
Even as the formation collapsed, Bu Eunseol’s assault did not cease.
Shatter Liquid!
From Bu Eunseol’s body, transformed into a streak of brilliance, an endless torrent of razor-sharp radiance poured forth.
Each time his form, moving at incomprehensible speed, brushed past the assassins, their necks severed cleanly from their bodies.
“Fall back! Retreat!”
As the assassins attempted to flee the manor, sharp energy resembling spear points flowed from Bu Eunseol’s palms.
It suddenly coalesced at his fingertips, transforming into a whirlwind.
He had altered the nature of the Thirteen Night Qi, converting its sweeping killing intent into a vortex of wind.
Whoooosh!
Each time Bu Eunseol, moving like lightning, extended his hands, a razor-sharp killing intent spiraled through the heavens as if piercing holes in the sky, passing through their bodies.
“Ugh!”
“Kgh!”
It was one-sided slaughter.
In less than a quarter hour, every assassin in the manor had become a cold corpse.
Only Jo Baek San, the Lord of Blood Cliff, remained alive.
“The Sal Mun, overestimated due to their poison techniques, was merely ordinary.”
Bu Eunseol, now fully revealed, gazed at Jo Baek San with a disappointed expression.
In truth, I had harbored some anticipation upon arriving here.
An assassination division capable of directly attacking the Dang Family should possess formidable strength.
Yet upon closer inspection, they fell far short of expectations—merely a commonplace band of assassins.
Tremble tremble tremble.
Jo Baek San was a weathered assassin who had roamed the Murim for seventy years, experiencing every hardship imaginable.
Yet he had never witnessed a master wielding such terrifying techniques with absolute precision and unwavering power, like the youth before him.
For human killing intent is not infinite.
Each enemy slain dulls one’s killing intent proportionally.
Even the most exceptional master, after expending such tremendous killing force, would normally experience diminished killing intent and dulled techniques.
Yet this youth before me—no, this monster—had slain over three hundred assassins without his killing intent dulling or his techniques weakening in the slightest.
Step step step.
As the youth—a monster of slaughter—walked toward him,
a trickle of liquid ran down.
Jo Baek San involuntarily lost control of his bladder.
“Who are you?”
Jo Baek San asked, but Bu Eunseol did not answer, instead gazing down at him with eyes stained crimson.
In that moment, a name surfaced in Jo Baek San’s mind.
The successor of the Demon Palace, the name of the Demonic Path’s greatest young Grand Master.
“Could it be… Mu Hon…?”
A sharp whistle cut through the air.
Jo Baek San’s vision tilted at an angle as a keen wind swept past.
The blade of the Thirteen Night Technique had severed his neck diagonally.
A spray of blood, then the dull thuds of falling flesh.
A diagonal line of crimson traced itself across Jo Baek San’s neck, and his head tumbled to the ground.
A heavy thud.
As the head fell, his body rolled after it.
Thus ended Jo Baek San, the Blood Cliff Lord who had once plunged the Murim into terror.
A sharp whistling sound pierced the air.
Bu Eunseol’s hair had turned white, and her eyes were beginning to glow an icy blue.
She was converting all of her Anti-Extreme True Qi into the Glacial Heaven Stream Formation to instantly freeze the corpses of Jo Baek San and the assassins.
This way, no matter how skilled an examiner was, they would not be able to discern any martial arts traces.
A deep hum resonated through the void.
A brilliant azure radiance flashed from Bu Eunseol’s eyes as she hung suspended in the air.
Simultaneously, her white hair shot skyward,
and a crackling sound erupted.
The corpses scattered across the manor instantly froze solid.
A soft exhale escaped.
As Bu Eunseol descended through the air and withdrew the Glacial Heaven Stream Formation, her hair and eyes returned to their original state.
“So the Dang Family was never the true target after all.”
Bu Eunseol’s brow furrowed as she gazed toward the distant horizon.
They had recruited the San Dok Mun—which had poor relations with the Dang Family—to expand their forces and prepare for an all-out war.
Furthermore, to assassinate Dang Pae, they had established a manor near the Dang Family and covertly stationed assassins there.
Once all preparations were complete, they timed their visit to the Dang Family with Dang Pae’s illness, threatening them and preparing for battle.
This seemingly flawless plan harbored a fatal flaw.
Even if the plan had proceeded as intended, the military force was woefully insufficient to topple the Dang Family.
“Even if the San Dok Mun’s forces increased tenfold, they would merely be capable of mutual destruction with the Dang Family.”
If one truly wished to recruit forces capable of overthrowing the Dang Family, it would not have been the San Dok Mun of Yunnan.
Rather, they should have recruited the Black Demon Sect, which had fought and defeated numerous poison sects since the Gae Pa era.
Similarly, instead of the Sal Mun, they should have hired the Ghost Face Gang—elite assassins proficient in infiltration with superior martial prowess.
Yet Sam Gye had deliberately invested vast time and resources to select the San Dok Mun and Blood Cliff,
forces familiar to the Dang Family yet insufficient against them.
‘Soon enough, I’ll know the truth.’
Bu Eunseol’s eyes blazed with crimson light.
She had forced Dok Ma Mun to retreat to Yunnan and completely severed all information channels near the Dang Family Territory.
By now, whoever orchestrated San Dok Mun and possessed knowledge of these facts would have arrived at this place.
‘Once the martial contest concludes, I will see clearly who you truly are.’
The contest had already begun by now, and there was no stopping it.
When all of this ended, she would finally know the identity of those behind the scenes.
Whoosh!
Bu Eunseol launched herself skyward in a single bound and rushed back toward the Dang Family.
* * *
Trembling, trembling.
Dang Gon’s body quivered like an aspen leaf, unable to fully withstand the overwhelming torrent of Jang Song’s inner force.
And as the Heavenly Poison Blood Martial Art coursed through him, his skin gradually darkened to black.
Unable to endure the inner force Jang Song unleashed, Dang Gon had become poisoned by the toxic qi of the Heavenly Poison Blood Martial Art.
“It’s over.”
As Dang Gon reached a state where he could no longer resist, Jang Song smiled.
“It was a fair contest—you have no one to blame.”
And just as he prepared to unleash the full force of the Heavenly Poison Blood Martial Art,
‘Wait… something feels wrong.’
Jang Song sensed something amiss.
Now that he thought about it, Dang Gon’s body should have dissolved long ago.
Yet despite being exposed to the Heavenly Poison Blood Martial Art for so long, he still maintained his stance and endured?
Hisssss.
Then the pale vapor rising from Dang Gon’s poisoned body grew denser, and suddenly a golden current of qi erupted across his entire frame.
Rumble, rumble.
As this unexpected turn unfolded, not only Jang Song but also the Dang Family elders watching the contest stirred with unease.
―He’s unleashed the Yellow Essence Poison Furnace Qi?
Several of the Dang Family’s senior members watching the contest opened their mouths in shock.
Dang Gon had not merely been unleashing the Poison Spirit Lesser Skill Killing Qi.
He had dispersed all his inner force throughout the Eight Extraordinary Meridians and was instantly storing external poison techniques and inner force in his dantian.
He was wielding the supreme secret technique left behind by the Poison Saint Tang Cheon Gun—the Yellow Essence Poison Furnace Qi.
―How is this possible!
The Yellow Essence Poison Furnace Qi claimed many lives during its cultivation.
It had never been included among the Dang Family’s Eight Great Secret Techniques, remaining only as theoretical martial knowledge.
Yet Dang Gon had been cultivating it all this time?
Hisssssss!
In that instant, accompanied by a violent surge of qi, all the Heavenly Poison Blood Martial Art that had been absorbed into Dang Gon’s body poured back into Jang Song’s frame.
Having released all the accumulated toxic qi at once, the poison technique that erupted was several times more powerful than what Jang Song had unleashed.
“Ughhhh.”
In that moment, black veins of blood began spreading across Jang Song’s entire body.
In the brief moment when Dang Gon’s inner force surged forth alongside the Heavenly Poison Blood Martial Art being injected from outside, I felt a pain as though my meridians would burst asunder.
“Ah… there is no escape.”
Yet Jang Song’s reserves were equally formidable.
When his meridians reached the brink of rupture, he unleashed his Original True Qi to block both Dang Gon’s inner force and the torrential surge of the Heavenly Poison Blood Martial Art’s energy.
Shhk.
At that moment, a smile bloomed at the corners of Dang Gon’s mouth.
“I wondered when you would employ your Original True Qi.”
Whoooosh.
As Jang Song’s Original True Qi pressed inward, the golden radiance emanating from Dang Gon’s body grew ever more intense.
The final secret to perfecting the Imperial Poison Sovereign Technique was precisely this: a master of thirty years or more in cultivation must pour forth their Original True Qi to pierce through his blood vessels.
Rummmble!
Dang Gon compressed the surging force from Jang Song back into his dantian.
Then the accumulated power erupted once more like a raging typhoon, surging upward along the Poison Meridian of his spine.
Zzzzzing.
From Dang Gon’s body, as the meridians blocked by Jang Song’s strength finally opened, a strange luminescence flowed forth.
Ever since Bu Eunseol’s departure, I had ceaselessly absorbed the Dang Family’s poisons while cultivating the poison technique.
I even inhaled toxins during my cultivation, merging them with my own true qi.
The Poison Saint’s Body.
Without storing poisonous energy within the body, one could generate ten thousand poisons from one’s own flesh,
and remain immune to all toxins—the supreme pinnacle of a poison master.
To reach the Poison Saint’s Body.
―This cannot be.
The members of the Dang Family gasped as a strange radiance spread across Dang Gon’s skin.
The luminescence flowing through his body—it was the nascent stage of the Poison Saint’s Body.
It signified that he had achieved the Complete Body Poison state.
Crackle.
Jang Song’s hair suddenly turned white as he poured forth his poison technique, and his body began to collapse.
He had exhausted all his Original True Qi and could no longer withstand the poisonous energy and power that Dang Gon unleashed.
“Excellent! Now it is my turn!”
As the situation turned drastically unfavorable, Hyeong Geuk suddenly leaped onto the Martial Arts Arena and spread both arms wide.
Whoooosh!
Immediately, over a hundred hidden projectiles shot skyward in unison, then rained down upon Dang Gon’s body.
It was as though ten thousand stars were pouring from the heavens down to earth.
This was the Six Directions Myriad Projectiles technique, the signature secret art of Dok Bong Mun, layered and unleashed in succession.
―Impossible!
All the members of the Dang Family cried out in alarm.
Not only was the number of descending projectiles beyond imagination, but Dang Gon was still suppressing Jang Song.
There was absolutely no way to evade such a barrage of hidden weapons in this situation.
“A fine technique indeed.”
Yet Dang Gon calmly poured forth his inner force while observing the descending projectiles.
He closed his eyes briefly, then suddenly extended his right arm with tremendous force.
A brilliant flash!
At that very moment, a radiant light like a meteor poured forth from his sleeve.
The Dang Family’s Eight Great Secret Techniques—the supreme hidden weapon art that pierces an enemy’s throat in a single move.
One-Handed Life Seizer had been unleashed.
A sharp whistling sound.
Then something extraordinary occurred.
Dang Gon had released only a single hidden blade.
Yet remarkably, that single blade had knocked all hundred-odd projectiles to the ground.
One-Blade Dark Heaven.
The pinnacle of hidden weapon arts—a technique that darkens the night sky in a single move.
The Dang Family’s Eight Great Secret Techniques had been unveiled once more through Dang Gon’s hands.
“….”
Silence fell over the arena.
Hyeong Geuk, who had been unleashing hidden weapons, remained frozen in place.
Jang Song had suffered severe internal injuries from the toxic energy and inner force Dang Gon had released, barely clinging to life.
A heavy thud.
Finally, Dang Gon pushed Jang Song away and stood tall, his gaze fixed upon Hyeong Geuk.
“Shall we continue?”
At this moment, Dang Gon could have killed both Jang Song and Hyeong Geuk in a single breath.
But he did not. He had perfected a martial art capable of crushing San Dok Mun whenever he wished.
Hyeong Geuk’s complexion had hardened, and he said nothing, while Jang Song could only gasp for breath.
Hyeong Geuk’s face flushed crimson and pale in turns. He supported Jang Song’s body, then lowered his head.
“We have been defeated.”
And he fled from the Training Grounds as though running for his life.
―Roooaaarrr!
The members of the Dang Family erupted in cheers.
Dang Gon, whom they had long thought unremarkable and lacking in talent.
Who could have imagined he possessed such extraordinary martial prowess?
‘My brother has finally achieved great merit.’
Watching from afar, Dang Cheong displayed a proud smile.
In truth, Dang Cheong alone was the only one in the Dang Family who knew of Dang Gon’s bone-grinding efforts.
Ever since parting with Bu Eunseol, Dang Gon had not spent a single day without risking his life in cultivation.
It was partly to cultivate the abilities required of the next Dang Family patriarch.
But more than that, he harbored a burning desire to stand beside his dear friend as soon as possible.
And through this martial contest, Dang Gon had finally drawn closer to that goal.
From an unremarkable late-bloomer.
He had perfected a martial art formidable enough to stand alongside the patriarchs of the Eight Great Families.
‘As expected….’
Bu Eunseol, who had discreetly handled Blood Cliff and returned to the Dang Family.
He nodded as he observed Dang Gon surrounded by cheers of jubilation.
From the outset, he had known that Jang Song and Hyeong Geuk were disguised as formidable masters. Yet despite this, he had managed to depart from the Dang Family with composure.
This was because he had already discerned that Dang Gon’s martial prowess had developed tremendously, and that this martial contest would become the catalyst for his breakthrough.
‘He has finally achieved his breakthrough.’
After enduring grueling cultivation until now, Dang Gon had already reached the limits of what his body could be tempered to achieve.
And now that the martial contest had finally provided the catalyst for his breakthrough, he had made a leap in a single bound to his desired level.
‘However.’
Bu Eunseol shook her head.
While it was gratifying that Dang Gon’s martial prowess had advanced so remarkably, she felt a certainty that all of this was a carefully orchestrated script.
―Roooaaarrr!
Amid the cheers echoing from within the Dang Family, Bu Eunseol felt confusion wash over her.
Sam Gye had given the Dang Family and Dang Gon trials they could endure.
It had awakened Dang Gon’s talents in an instant, stirred his martial spirit, and guided him to a higher realm.
‘Why.’
This situation was entirely different from the conspiracies she had encountered thus far. What could this possibly mean?
Why had Sam Gye awakened Dang Gon?
Why had it given trials to the Dang Family, and through such actions, induced their unity?
What could Sam Gye possibly desire?
At that moment, Bu Eunseol’s gaze met with Dang Gon’s on the Martial Arts Arena.
Quickly organizing her thoughts, she ascended the arena and clasped her hands respectfully before Dang Gon.
“Congratulations, Young Master.”
Bu Eunseol approached Dang Gon and clasped her hands together.
“Since matters have been resolved smoothly, we shall take our leave.”
“You depart immediately?”
“Yes.”
Dang Gon’s expression showed reluctance.
“You have labored greatly.”
And he clasped his hands together respectfully.
“And I am grateful.”
Then Dang Sung, who came rushing to Dang Gon’s side, let out a scoff.
“Grateful for what! What has this fellow done? He didn’t even watch the martial contest….”
“I was guarding the Inner Quarters of the Dang Family just in case.”
At that moment, Dang Cheong interjected with sparkling eyes.
“And the Lord was patrolling the surroundings of the Dang Family Territory in case of any unforeseen circumstances, correct?”
Bu Eunseol felt a chill run through her chest.
Dang Cheong had been secretly monitoring her movements. Could it be that she had recognized her again?
‘No, that cannot possibly be.’
She had certainly concealed her scent.
It was likely that Dang Cheong had simply sent her subordinates to verify her whereabouts.
The matter at Byeok Ha Manor had been handled discreetly, and there had been no trace within a hundred li.
“I was merely looking around just in case.”
Bu Eunseol bowed respectfully to Dang Gon and Dang Cheong, pressing her palms together.
“Then I shall take my leave.”
As she turned to depart, Tae Mu Ryong and the Elite Division members who had returned from the Inner Quarters followed in her wake.
“Quite a mysterious figure, isn’t she?”
Watching Bu Eunseol leave, Dang Cheong’s eyes sparkled with intrigue.
At that, Dang Gon’s expression grew enigmatic. Yet soon a faint smile graced his lips, and he nodded slowly.
“Indeed.”
Dang Gon caught sight of Dang Cheong gazing after the Elite Division with a wistful gleam in her eyes, and he smiled faintly.
‘It seems Cheong has noticed as well. How troublesome.’
Dang Cheong possessed diverse and mysterious abilities that even Dang Gon could not fully comprehend.
Moreover, she possessed an obstinate and relentless nature—she had never once relinquished anything she desired.
‘I can only hope she slips through without getting caught in the snare.’
And gazing after Bu Eunseol’s departing figure, he murmured inwardly.
‘Just wait a little longer. Soon I shall be able to stand beside you.’
It was during my intense internal energy clash with Jang Song.
That I suddenly understood.
That Seon Woo Jin was none other than Bu Eunseol.
―She wielded Yin-Yang Energy Technique…
As Jang Song’s piercing inner force burrowed through my meridians, I recalled the time when I had struck Hyeol Dok Gok alongside Bu Eunseol.
Back then, Bu Eunseol had wielded a formidable sword technique imbued with tremendous inner force, striking down the poison cultivators armed with their distinctive shields in a single decisive blow.
The inner energy resonance in Bu Eunseol’s technique had contained vast reserves of Yin-Yang Energy.
And the vital energy that Seon Woo Jin had infused into me in the Cultivation Chamber likewise contained Yin-Yang Energy, and…
I realized it bore a strikingly similar resonance pattern to the vital force Bu Eunseol had demonstrated in Hyeol Dok Gok.
―It was you.
Vast though Murim may be, there could scarcely exist another so young who wielded a resonance pattern similar to Bu Eunseol’s…
Another who had mastered an inner cultivation method capable of freely commanding such formidable Yin-Yang Energy.
I had belatedly discerned that Seon Woo Jin was the cherished friend I had longed to see even in my dreams.
‘Wait just a little longer. The Main House has only just begun to stretch its wings.’
I had merely achieved the Great Accomplishment. I had not yet perfectly dominated the Dang Family.
Nor had I established an elite direct force under my command.
Yet now all the members of the Dang Family had witnessed and acknowledged my capabilities…
From this moment forward, the Dang Family would rally firmly around me and develop ever more greatly.
When that comes to pass?
I shall stand beside Bu Eunseol as an equal… and when she faces hardship, I shall surely become her strength.
‘Though I cannot fathom why you became a Lord of the Murim Alliance.’
Had I been an ordinary man,
The mere fact that the successor of Demon Hall had become a Lord of the Murim Alliance would have aroused grave suspicion or prompted investigation into the truth.
Yet such matters held no consequence for me whatsoever.
And Bu Eunseol remained a cherished friend—one worth more than life itself.
I yearned to grow stronger so desperately because I was consumed with worry over Bu Eunseol’s path—constantly colliding with the Ten Demonic Sect Lords one after another.
And Bu Eunseol, as if understanding my heart, when crisis descended upon the Dang Family… she did everything in her power to help, concealing her true identity.
Before the blazing friendship of two souls,
the irreconcilable chasm between the Demonic Path and the Righteous Path became utterly meaningless.

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