The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 449

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Chapter 449.
Wi Ji Hye Sang shook his head as if finding the notion absurd.
“Challenging the Sect Leader? Isn’t this taking the joke a bit too far?”
“That’s how the mastermind who toyed with me will reveal himself.”
Myo Cheon Woo smiled faintly.
“Yet that ringleader turned out to be the Hwawoo Sword Sect’s successor.”
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”
“Otherwise, there would have been no need for him to appear in person, would there?”
Myo Cheon Woo, who had been staring intently at Wi Ji Hye Sang, smiled coldly.
“Isn’t that so?”
“Lord Myo. You’ve been spouting nothing but foolish nonsense since earlier. And with no courtesy, at that.”
Wi Ji Hye Sang sighed as he spoke.
“I hold the Muhonjung in quite high regard. Since his subordinate has been acting recklessly, I’ve come out personally like this.”
“So you thought no one possessed strategic brilliance except Bu Eunseol.”
Myo Cheon Woo let out a derisive laugh.
“You must have been curious. A man who became a spy and carried out everything Sal Gwi commanded suddenly appeared before you.”
“Lord Myo. Have you lost your mind?”
“There’s no point in saying anything more. You saw the letter, and you’ve summoned me here alone like this.”
Myo Cheon Woo spoke with a grave expression.
“Wi Ji Hye Sang. I am certain that you are the one who manipulated Sal Gwi.”
“This conversation is pointless. Just leave.”
Wi Ji Hye Sang smiled while stroking his chin.
“I could have my subordinates kill you, but I’m showing mercy.”
“Then summon the Sect Leader. I shall challenge him.”
Myo Cheon Woo’s lips curled upward as he spoke.
“Surely the esteemed Wi Ji Moo Ah, who belongs to Samma, isn’t too frightened of a secondary Lord from the Demon Hall to come out.”
“You’re deliberately acting mad. Do you think the Sect Leader would deign to face you?”
Myo Cheon Woo stood motionless, saying nothing.
Upon seeing Myo Cheon Woo’s solemn and grave expression, Wi Ji Hye Sang sighed as if he had grasped everything.
“Why do you wish to fight me?”
“Because you are the head.”
“The head?”
Myo Cheon Woo spoke coldly.
“The leader of the forces that have treated me like a dog all this time.”
“What forces have treated you like a dog?”
“Stop playing games.”
A shimmering killing intent rose from Myo Cheon Woo’s eyes.
“You had Bu Eunseol’s movements reported and continuously placed her in danger, did you not?”
“I’m not sure why you would think such a thing.”
Wi Ji Hye Sang tilted his head as he spoke.
“I really do like Muk Hon Ryeong Ju.”
Myo Cheon Woo drew a deep breath and slowly began to gather his inner power.
“There is only one way to silence me.”
His eyes held no wavering, as though he had already accepted death.
He had suspected it ever since Wi Ji Hye Sang withdrew from consideration as the Demon Palace’s successor.
That he was the one behind Sal Gwi.
But why Wi Ji Hye Sang demanded information about Bu Eunseol’s whereabouts remained a mystery.
However, once the organization Sam Gye was exposed by Bu Eunseol, and he learned that those who had awakened Dang Gon through San Dok Mun were also from Sam Gye, the pieces fell into place.
Moo Goong Gye and Cheonghae Gye—once he discovered they were clashing under their own banners, there was no longer any need to question the reason.
“Now let us sever this long-standing enmity.”
Myo Cheon Woo’s eyes flashed as he spoke.
“Draw your blade.”
“Do you really think I’ll fight you?”
Wi Ji Hye Sang looked at his solemn expression and let out a soft laugh, crossing his arms.
“Did I employ you as a spy? Do you have proof?”
“….”
“Even if I had employed you as a spy, would that be a crime? In the Ten Demonic Gates, everyone maintains informants to monitor the Demon Palace’s movements.”
Myo Cheon Woo found himself at a loss for words.
Wi Ji Hye Sang was the successor to the Hwawoo Sword Sect, the strongest of the Ten Demonic Gates.
He had expected that by this point, even if Wi Ji Hye Sang knew nothing of Sam Gye, he would at least admit to commanding Sal Gwi.
He had not anticipated such continued denial.
“I have no idea what delusion has possessed you to challenge our sect.”
Wi Ji Hye Sang’s smile was contemptuous.
“Muk Hon Ryeong Ju handles matters efficiently, yet it seems he fails to manage his subordinates properly.”
“Wi Ji Hye Sang. Will you insult me to the very end?”
“Lord Myo.”
Wi Ji Hye Sang regarded Myo Cheon Woo with pity.
“Do you truly believe the world bends to your will? Does everything simply resolve itself because you wish it to?”
“….”
“You play at being a spy, then abandon it when you wish. You expose secrets whenever it suits you… as though all the world’s affairs could end so easily and conveniently.”
He clicked his tongue and shook his head.
“Myo Cheon Woo. Perhaps you pride yourself on being a true man… but in my eyes, you are nothing but a naive child who believes the entire world revolves around your desires.”
“Silence!”
Further dialogue was pointless.
Myo Cheon Woo, consumed by rage, immediately unleashed a devastating spear strike.
Whoosh.
In that instant, five warriors erupted from the ground before Wi Ji Hye Sang.
Boom!
As they all thrust their blades forward, an immense force coalesced into an invisible wall.
At the same moment, Myo Cheon Woo’s spear strike dissolved like melting snow, and he himself slid backward nearly five paces.
Hwawoo Sword Sect.
The supreme faction of the Demonic Path that has produced countless Sword Demons—masters of the First Demonic Blade.
Among all single sects, it possessed the mightiest forces and combat strength, standing as the premier faction of the Demonic Path.
Every martial artist here possessed exceptional skill, and this held true for those who guarded Wi Ji Hye Sang as well.
“Like insects, I see. Pushed back by a mere gesture of my hand.”
Wi Ji Hye Sang chuckled and spoke.
“First, I shall confine you, then report to Muk Hon Ryeong Ju about your failure to properly train your subordinates.”
“Wi Ji Hye Sang!”
Kwang!
In that instant, brilliant light erupted from Myo Cheon Woo’s entire body, repelling the five martial artists who were unleashing their pressure.
It was not a palm technique or any martial art—it was a devastating vibrational wave.
“Ho.”
Wi Ji Hye Sang’s mouth formed a perfect circle.
“Indeed, you do have a hidden trump card.”
“Wi Ji Hye Sang.”
Myo Cheon Woo spoke coldly.
“I challenge you.”
“What?”
Wi Ji Hye Sang let out a bitter laugh.
“This is right at our sect’s doorstep. Masters capable of striking you down would pour forth with a mere flick of my finger. Why would I—”
“Then refuse.”
Myo Cheon Woo gritted his teeth and spoke.
“I’ll spread word that the Lord of Sayoung Battle Division challenged you, yet you cowered like a frightened rat. And that you were so afraid you had your subordinates try to imprison me.”
“….”
“Perhaps you’ll claim you’re imprisoning me as another trial for Bu Eunseol? But you won’t be able to pull off such schemes anymore. I’ll expose everything.”
Myo Cheon Woo’s eyes gleamed as he spoke.
“Do you want to kill me? Then fight me fairly. Are you afraid?”
“Sigh.”
Wi Ji Hye Sang spoke with an exasperated expression.
“Myo Cheon Woo. You whine incessantly like a child, and you’re truly becoming a nuisance.”
Then he nodded to the five guards standing before him.
“Very well. Step aside for a moment.”
The five martial artists bowed respectfully to him and vanished in an instant.
It was truly a ghostly movement technique.
“There. Satisfied?”
Wi Ji Hye Sang yawned and spoke listlessly.
“Go ahead and display that vaunted martial prowess of yours. I’m so bored I might faint.”
“Fine.”
Myo Cheon Woo drew his power up once more.
Then a shimmering heat haze rose forth, and lightning-like vibrational waves began to flicker.
Ever since he entered the Demon Palace, he had not neglected his martial cultivation for even a single day.
After deeply mastering the mysterious martial arts he had acquired in Namhae, his inner strength had surged dramatically.
His power had already shattered the two-hundred-year threshold with ease.
“Impressive.”
Wi Ji Hye Sang let out an exclamation of admiration.
“Your inner strength is quite formidable. Did you perhaps obtain some elixir while at the Destruction Spear Sect?”
Myo Cheon Woo did not answer, instead moving both hands in a chaotic blur.
Butterfly-like palm forces erupted into the void, and in an instant they engulfed the space around Wi Ji Hye Sang’s body.
It was the Destruction Spear Sect’s signature technique—the Annihilation Print Heavens Overturning Palm.
“Hmm.”
Wi Ji Hye Sang extended his index and middle fingers, slashing horizontally.
Dozens of palm forces dissipated like mist in the void.
Myo Cheon Woo, as if he had anticipated this, showed no alarm and closed the distance.
Clang! Clang clang clang!
As Wi Ji Hye Sang’s finger sword collided with Myo Cheon Woo’s formless palm force, metallic resonance rang out.
Wi Ji Hye Sang’s extended finger sword had transformed the nature of the invisible palm force that Myo Cheon Woo unleashed.
It was similar to the principle of Half-Sky Half-Below and Dual Heaven Reversal Force that Bu Eunseol had comprehended from Geom Joon’s Myriad Forms Solar Eclipse.
“Hmph.”
Yet Myo Cheon Woo remained unperturbed and wielded his palm technique once more.
The Destruction Spear Sect’s palm techniques formed a unique school within the Murim, their scope and power incomparably vast and profound compared to ordinary palm methods.
Whoooosh!
Each time he deployed his palm technique, a mist-like energy spread outward.
And the rocks touched by this mist-like energy were punctured with hundreds of holes.
He was unleashing successive strikes of the Annihilation Print Blood Mist Palm, the most devastating technique of the Destruction Spear Sect.
Shhhhaaaa!
Along with an intense torrent of energy, the palm forces that had blanketed the void like butterflies transformed into white mist, engulfing Wi Ji Hye Sang’s body.
“Is that all you have?”
Wi Ji Hye Sang casually extended his fingers again using his finger sword.
The Annihilation Print Blood Mist Palm that had been spreading like mist evaporated in an instant.
It was not a technique of the Hwawoo Sword Sect. He had simply exerted overwhelming inner strength to annihilate the palm force in one breath.
“Hah!”
Then Myo Cheon Woo, as if he had been waiting, launched himself above the Half-Sky in one explosive movement and extended both hands in a chaotic flurry.
It was one of the most exquisite techniques from the Destruction Spear Sect’s supreme secret art—the Annihilation Print Wall Breaking Palm, specifically the Boundless Grand Sect variation.
Wi Ji Hye Sang’s eyes gleamed.
A master of ordinary palm techniques would never lift their body into the void during combat.
Masters who wielded their hands as weapons used subtlety to destroy the sharpness of weapons, and they had to suppress their enemies relentlessly with an endless stream of connected techniques.
But Myo Cheon Woo, as if a blind man were deploying palm techniques while suspended in the void, unleashed palm forces as sharp as an axe blade in chaotic succession.
This was a technique that defied conventional wisdom.
“You wish to die in a single stroke? Very well.”
A faint shimmer.
Myo Cheon Woo charged forward, his body wrapped in hundreds of strands of tension from the Infinite Sect’s supreme technique, and Wi Ji Hye Sang finally drew his blade.
If he blocked with his sword, an unnecessarily prolonged exchange of sword techniques would ensue.
He intended to unleash a sword aura in one decisive stroke, severing Myo Cheon Woo’s life force.
Shatter!
As he swung his blade lightly, the sword aura of the Infinite Sect that had shrouded Myo Cheon Woo like mist vanished entirely, revealing his face.
Gleam!
In that same instant, an exceedingly thin and brilliant radiance poured toward Myo Cheon Woo’s brow.
He had employed the third technique of the Hwawoo Sword Sect, a variation of Celestial and Temporal Light, piercing through his brow.
Crack.
In that moment, Myo Cheon Woo’s brow should have split in two.
But the sword aura merely grazed empty space and soared toward the sky.
It turned out to be nothing more than an illusion created by the energy waves enveloping Myo Cheon Woo’s entire body.
“Die.”
By then, Myo Cheon Woo stood directly before Wi Ji Hye Sang, his arms spread wide as if dividing heaven and earth itself.
Tu Hwang’s Fatal Killing Intent.
At last, he unleashed Tu Hwang’s supreme technique upon Wi Ji Hye Sang’s body.
Roaaaar!
From the twin palms that had divided heaven and earth, a devastating fighting energy surged forth like a tidal wave capable of annihilating all existence.
Wi Ji Hye Sang’s form seemed to vanish completely before his very eyes.
‘It’s done.’
Myo Cheon Woo, having unleashed Tu Hwang’s Fatal Killing Intent with all his might, wore a satisfied smile.
‘Even if he is the successor of the Hwawoo Sword Sect, it ends here.’
Tu Hwang’s Fatal Killing Intent possessed the nature of penetrating all things, severing the life force of every living creature it touched.
No matter how formidable Wi Ji Hye Sang’s sword techniques and inner power might be, once exposed to Tu Hwang’s Fatal Killing Intent, there could be no hope of survival.
Whissssh.
As the crimson aura finally dissipated, the pavilion where Wi Ji Hye Sang had stood was completely gone.
And nowhere could his figure be seen.
“Wi Ji Hye Sang. You were far too arrogant.”
Myo Cheon Woo, gazing at the pavilion that had vanished as if evaporated in an instant, rolled his shoulders.
Until now, he and all the other Lords of the Sayoung Battle Division had undergone relentless training, crossing the line between life and death without rest.
Grow stronger or die.
That was both the principle and the command of Bu Eunseol, who led the Sayoung Battle Division.
But Wi Ji Hye Sang was the successor of the great Hwawoo Sword Sect.
He would have always overestimated his own abilities and never anticipated what Myo Cheon Woo could do to him.
“In the end, that very arrogance led him to death in a single strike.”
Myo Cheon Woo took a deep breath and gazed toward the distant sky.
“Well, bearing the title of successor to the Hwawoo Sword Sect, he probably never felt the need to train as if his life depended on it.”
Just as Myo Cheon Woo was about to turn away after those words,
“You certainly do talk a lot.”
The clear voice of Wi Ji Hye Sang reached his ears.
In that instant, Myo Cheon Woo felt every pore on his body open, his fine hairs standing on end.
A sharp crack split the air!
Without time to respond, he spun his body with practiced speed and hurled the tension backward once more.
Yet Wi Ji Hye Sang now stood directly before him, unmoved.
“Did you grow careless, trusting in Tu Hwang’s Tu Hwang Gyeong Sal Gi?”
Wi Ji Hye Sang chuckled softly, shaking his head.
“Though I admit, that martial art is quite formidable—it destroys every living thing it touches.”
Upon hearing these words, Myo Cheon Woo’s eyes widened in shock.
Wi Ji Hye Sang knew of Tu Hwang’s martial arts.
“Hahaha! That expression is truly amusing!”
Wi Ji Hye Sang pointed at Myo Cheon Woo’s flustered face with one finger.
“Did you actually believe you had mastered Tu Hwang Gyeong Sal Gi?”
“What… do you mean by that?”
“All supreme martial arts require an inner method to accompany them. And Tu Hwang Gyeong Sal Gi is no exception—it demands a specific inner method.”
Wi Ji Hye Sang smiled calmly and extended one hand.
“Like this.”
A piercing shriek tore through the air!
In that moment, an invisible, razor-sharp force carved into Myo Cheon Woo’s shoulder.
“Ugh!”
Though the contact lasted only an instant, his flesh melted away, and the muscles and tendons near his shoulder were severed as if dissolved.
It was Tu Hwang’s true martial art—Tu Hwang Gyeong Sal Gi.
“How did you…”
As Myo Cheon Woo’s eyes flew open, Wi Ji Hye Sang laughed softly.
“Actually, this… is not Tu Hwang’s martial art at all.”
“What?”
“You were a schemer, were you not? Then you would have reported not only to Muk Hon Ryeong Ju, but also to the places where your scheming took place. So perhaps… someone created an amusing treasure hunt?”
Memories of the past flickered through Myo Cheon Woo’s mind.
He had led his men to request leave in Namhae to refine his spear technique using the waves.
And he had reported his movements to Sal Gwi as well. So then… had Wi Ji Hye Sang deliberately hidden a counterfeit Tu Hwang martial art for him to find?
Wi Ji Hye Sang’s eyes narrowed into crescents as he laughed heartily.
“I’m simply saying it could have been that way. Hahaha.”
The discovery of Tu Hwang’s legacy.
In the end, Wi Ji Hye Sang had known his movements in advance and had secretly hidden a false Tu Hwang martial art in the place where he would find it.
“So that was it.”
Myo Cheon Woo’s face took on the expression of one who had seen a ghost.
Only now did he realize that he too had been Wi Ji Hye Sang’s puppet.
He possessed the wisdom, martial prowess, and influence to manipulate someone like Bu Eunseol.
Leaving behind the false Tu Hwang martial art was part of the same design.
Anticipating the day when he would bare his fangs, Wi Ji Hye Sang had deliberately hidden the counterfeit Tu Hwang martial art.
For if it were Tu Hwang’s true martial art, he would surely save it as his final trump card.
“What? You think I’m the one who threw that fake Infinite Realm technique at you?”
Wi Ji Hye Sang laughed playfully, shrugging his shoulders.
“Why would I do such a thing? I have no connection to the faction you mentioned.”
“You must have been afraid. Perhaps I might actually be able to defeat you!”
At Myo Cheon Woo’s cry, Wi Ji Hye Sang grinned widely.
“That’s impossible. How could I fear anyone?”
Whoosh!
As Wi Ji Hye Sang extended his sword, the distant lake suddenly froze mid-motion, appearing as though split into two halves.
Myo Cheon Woo’s eyes widened in shock.
To split a lake in two with a single stroke?
Had Wi Ji Hye Sang reached the Infinite Realm and created a ‘phenomenon’?
Or was he, as a descendant of the Eight Emperors and Three Stars, wielding martial arts that transcended the boundaries of conventional power?
Or had he, like Hyuk Ryeon Eung, mastered the soul-suppressing technique capable of subduing an enemy’s spirit in an instant?
“Now, it’s time for your punishment.”
Wi Ji Hye Sang bared his white teeth.
Then he flicked his finger.
Whoosh!
A sound like tearing fabric echoed, and a strange scorching sensation erupted from Myo Cheon Woo’s left leg.
Squelch.
At the same moment, his left leg became limp and boneless.
It resembled the fake Tu Hwang Killing Technique that Myo Cheon Woo himself had unleashed.
“I’ve heard that the Tu Hwang Killing Technique of old pierced through the bodies of all living creatures and ravaged their insides.”
Whoosh!
As Wi Ji Hye Sang extended his finger once more, Myo Cheon Woo’s right arm began to dangle uselessly.
“And the energy that burrowed inside could not be extracted through acupuncture or expelled by medicine. Fascinating, isn’t it?”
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Myo Cheon Woo’s body was swiftly becoming a mass of wounds.
Each time the sharp energy pierced through him, the meridians throughout his body were severed and his power dissipated outward.
In less than half an hour, Myo Cheon Woo had become a bloodied figure kneeling on the ground.
The most agonizing pain in the world is the searing burn of fire.
And the energy Wi Ji Hye Sang unleashed felt like burning, inflicting the maximum degree of pain the nerves could perceive.
“Our sect’s swordsmanship is quite similar as well. When struck by our techniques, one’s life force is severed in an instant.”
Thud.
Myo Cheon Woo hung his head, now nothing but a mass of blood.
Despite the terrifying agony assailing his entire body, he did not grimace or cry out.
He was far too foolish for that.
He had committed far too many wrongs.
He had betrayed a friend in the name of repaying a debt.
He had broken the trust of everyone who believed in him.
And he had underestimated his enemy’s strength. If they could toy with Bu Eunseol, who was clearly above him in standing…
A person possessing such power would have grasped this truth.
They would have foreseen every move I could make.
And they should have been far more cautious.
“Impressive.”
Wi Ji Hye Sang extended his thumb toward Myo Cheon Woo, who stood calmly without even a cry of pain.
“With such patience alone, you would be worthy of becoming a close friend to Muk Hon Ryeong Ju.”
“I have no such worth.”
Myo Cheon Woo slowly raised his head, speaking with a melancholic expression.
“I knew from the start that I could never defeat you.”
He murmured softly, his gaze fixed upon the sky with dimming eyes.
“I came only to atone through death.”
“Hehehehe. I’ve always felt this about you, but you do have a way with words, don’t you? You charged at me as if to kill, and now you claim you came intending to die all along?”
Wi Ji Hye Sang sighed as though disappointed.
“A dog that has bitten a man will bite again. Since you formally challenged me, there’s nothing more to say, is there?”
Wi Ji Hye Sang raised his sword.
Though his martial prowess was not exceptional, his patience and courage were remarkable—worthy of receiving a devastating sword technique befitting such virtue.
Clang.
Wi Ji Hye Sang, sword raised, looked down upon Myo Cheon Woo, who knelt before him.
“Then.”
But in that moment, a brilliant light blazed forth from Myo Cheon Woo’s eyes.
‘You believe no one but Bu Eunseol warrants your caution.’
In truth, he had already suspected that the Tu Hwang Killing Technique might be false.
This was because Bu Eunseol had once transmitted the profound heart-method scriptures capable of elevating martial arts to both Yu Woon Ryong and Myo Cheon Woo.
Advanced martial techniques always carried heart-methods with them. Yet when he discovered Tu Hwang’s traces, there was no heart-method present.
He had thus considered the possibility that this was someone’s scheme.
And the reason he had refrained from launching proper attacks against Wi Ji Hye Sang all this while was simple.
Only once.
To seize the golden opportunity for a decisive, all-or-nothing strike.
That golden opportunity was…
When Wi Ji Hye Sang, assured of everything, would deliver death upon him.
That is, when he would lower his guard entirely.
Only then could he seize the chance to perish together with his foe.
‘Young Moon Ho. I shall atone for your death in Hell.’
Myo Cheon Woo, drawing upon the last remnants of his martial power, unleashed his final secret technique toward Wi Ji Hye Sang.

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