The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 689

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Chapter 689.
“Stop them!”
An emergency alert was raised from the Eum Gyeol Ma Ji side.
“No, that one first!”
They spotted Geon Cheong Woo tearing through the battlefield with unrestrained ferocity and sent all their iron-puppet warriors in his direction.
But something bizarre was happening.
Despite wielding his blade with nothing more than ordinary technique, the iron-puppet warriors were collapsing one after another.
Whoosh, slash slash slash!
Geon Cheong Woo charged relentlessly into enemy territory, and it wasn’t just the iron-puppet warriors—
he was effortlessly severing the necks of the commanders controlling them.
The demons of Eum Gyeol Ma Ji rubbed their eyes in disbelief.
The battle’s outcome had essentially already been decided.
But because of this madman rampaging across the field like a wild boar in a frenzy, the tide of war had suddenly reversed.
—Could this possibly be a dream?
Not a Lord, but an ordinary Team Member, darting about everywhere, dominating the enemy territory with such unrestrained prowess?
Where in this world could such a bizarre and absurd thing occur?
“Make way!”
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Yong Moon Gyeok—the supreme commander and the first Wanderer Leader of Eum Gyeol Ma Ji—rushed forward to intercept Geon Cheong Woo.
If he couldn’t stop this one man, the entire battle situation would be completely overturned.
Boom!
As Yong Moon Gyeok extended his hand, a tremendous wave of force erupted forth like a massive cloud.
But Geon Cheong Woo evaded the force effortlessly and—
instead of targeting Yong Moon Gyeok, he continued methodically severing the necks of the demons positioned around him.
It was as if he were saying: try to catch me if you can.
“You bastard!”
Yong Moon Gyeok’s fury ignited, and he pursued Geon Cheong Woo across the battlefield.
Then, at close range, he unleashed his force once more.
As if he’d been waiting for this, Geon Cheong Woo pivoted his body, unfurled his movement technique toward the opposite direction, and extended his blade toward Yong Moon Gyeok.
His swordplay was so exquisite and his movement so swift as lightning that he rushed forward in perfect timing with the force’s release, extending his blade—
and absurdly enough, with a wet sound,
Yong Moon Gyeok’s palm was pierced clean through by Geon Cheong Woo’s seemingly effortless thrust.
“Ugh.”
Despite being a simple penetrating wound, Yong Moon Gyeok felt his palm skin splitting and his bones freezing solid.
Now he realized the blade strike had contained an overwhelming extreme yin energy.
Whoosh!
“Who are you!”
Yong Moon Gyeok, having retreated with all his might, bellowed in fury.
From that single strike alone, he had discerned that this opponent possessed a terrifying mastery of swordsmanship.
“Sanghak Dae, Geon Cheong Woo.”
“Don’t spout nonsense. What’s your true identity? Why are you disguised as a mere Team Member?”
“Don’t bother doubting it.”
The moment Geon Cheong Woo spoke those words, his blade extended with lightning speed.
The motion was so fluid and economical that Yong Moon Gyeok nearly offered his neck without resistance.
“Impossible!”
Yong Moon Gyeok immediately swept both palms outward, unleashing the Rotting Corpse Skeletal Palm.
His martial prowess was formidable enough to contend with the finest masters of Tianxia.
The Rotting Corpse Skeletal Palm was renowned as the most vicious and terrifying poison technique among all the legendary palm arts of Murim.
Moreover, he had mastered the Steel Body Great Method, giving him the confidence to face even a master of the Extreme Heaven Realm in pure combat.
Yet the moment he unleashed the Rotting Corpse Skeletal Palm with such certainty, his pride shattered into fragments.
Kwaaaaa!
The poison palm that erupted in a torrent suddenly transformed into a maelstrom, engulfing not only Geon Cheong Woo but also.
all the demonic cultivators of Eum Gyeol Ma Ji in its vicinity.
Yet Geon Cheong Woo received the Rotting Corpse Skeletal Palm as casually as if facing a third-rate technique.
And in the gaps between exchanges, he was methodically striking down the forces of Eum Gyeol Ma Ji.
“Excellent!”
Yong Moon Gyeok threw both arms skyward with all his might.
Drawing upon his primordial qi, he unleashed the final move of the Rotting Corpse Skeletal Palm—the Absolute Poison Illumination.
Kwuuuu!
The sky darkened to black, and countless shadows of poison palms began raining down like a deluge.
Flash!
Upon witnessing this ultimate technique, Geon Cheong Woo created a single brilliant point of light that soared into the heavens.
The luminous point gradually expanded into a cascade of brilliance, covering the entire sky in radiant splendor.
Seeing the beautiful points of light adorning the heavens, both the warriors of Sayoung Hall and the demonic cultivators of Eum Gyeol Ma Ji gazed upward.
The technique unleashed by Geon Cheong Woo.
resembled magnificent fireworks illuminating the night sky, breathtaking to behold.
Saaaa.
The radiance transformed into thin threads of light, and simultaneously, the.
all-consuming Absolute Poison Illumination technique that Yong Moon Gyeok had unleashed melted away in an instant.
The battlefield fell into momentary silence.
Ping!
Then a sharp piercing sound erupted from somewhere, and a brilliant point of light shot toward Yong Moon Gyeok’s throat.
Geon Cheong Woo had unleashed his sword technique once more.
“Impossible!”
By martial prowess alone, Yong Moon Gyeok ranked within the top five of Eum Gyeol Ma Ji.
Moreover, he was skilled enough in formations and techniques to have pioneered the creation of the Iron Hammer Iron Realm cultivators.
He was not the sort of figure to fall to mere swordplay.
Clang! Clang!
Yet the brilliant point of light piercing toward his throat came from an angle he could not evade.
‘I cannot escape!’
In the end, Yong Moon Gyeok hardened his entire body to become harder than steel itself.
I immediately unleashed the Demonic Realm’s legendary Diamond Indestructible Divine Art—the Shattering Heavens Horizontal Refinement.
Bang!
With a metallic ring, Yong Moon Gyeok flew backward like an arrow, slamming into a towering ancient tree a dozen paces away.
“Ugh!”
Fortunately, his neck remained intact, but Yong Moon Gyeok rose to his feet, his voice trembling with fury.
Being sent flying backward and embedded like an arrow meant the gap in martial prowess was immense.
In his position, it was a humiliating defeat before his subordinates.
“You worm!”
Crack, crack.
Thick veins bulged across Yong Moon Gyeok’s body.
Why had Eum Gyeol Ma Ji become one of the Four Great Ominous Lands?
Because it not only wielded forbidden evil techniques like those of the Iron Hammer Iron Mirror masters without hesitation, but specialized in the demonic forbidden arts banned throughout the Murim.
“If you can evade this, I’ll acknowledge your victory.”
Boom!
A black sphere-like Qi Sphere suddenly materialized in Yong Moon Gyeok’s palm.
It resembled the Poison Qi that poison masters typically created, but it was the Forbidden Demonic Art banned from Murim cultivation—
The Resentment Demon Sphere.
To create a Resentment Demon Sphere, one must torturously kill children under ten years old and grind them whole.
The byproducts are hardened into pellets, then absorbed into the body through various forbidden techniques.
When channeling power, the absorbed byproducts solidify into a metallic hardness.
This demonic sphere, infused with human resentment,
destroys any object and becomes a lethal poison that instantly melts meridians upon contact with flesh.
Moreover, when a Resentment Demon Sphere detonates, the surrounding area for dozens of paces fills with death’s poisonous miasma.
Even with overwhelming martial strength, one cannot directly withstand it.
“Hah!”
Yong Moon Gyeok immediately unleashed the Resentment Demon Spheres toward Geon Cheong Woo.
There were one hundred and eighty-eight of them.
Each traced a different velocity and trajectory, descending like stars pouring from the heavens,
glimmering as they fell.
Whoosh.
Geon Cheong Woo gazed blankly at the Resentment Demon Spheres cascading like meteors.
If he touched them, this entire area would fill with incurable poisonous fog.
Should his body even graze one, there would be no hope whatsoever.
“Death.”
Then Geon Cheong Woo murmured softly.
“One cannot use martial arts while thinking oneself will not die.”
And he raised his sword toward the heavens.
Screech.
It was a dull, unremarkable iron blade,
but as he grasped it, an intense aura spread forth—like the scythe of Death itself governing mortality.
“Because if you deal death to your opponent, it can fall back upon you as well.”
Geon Cheong Woo murmured low, drawing a vast circle with his iron sword.
It was crooked, and he didn’t even manage to draw a perfect circle.
Yet it was so deep and dark that it seemed capable of containing everything in this world within it.
Whoooosh.
All of the Yuankin Demon Rings flowed into the circle that Team Members had drawn.
And they vanished without form.
As if they had never existed in the first place.
“How is this possible!”
Yong Moon Gyeok’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“How could the Yuankin Demon Rings disappear in an instant!”
Creating a single Yuankin Demon Ring required the corpses of ten boys and girls.
To create one hundred eighty-eight rings, he had killed one thousand eight hundred eighty children.
And it had taken ten years to refine and craft those corpses into rings.
All those rings, inscribed with such long years of effort, had vanished entirely.
“Nothing has disappeared.”
Geon Cheong Woo murmured low.
“They merely wander, unable to find a place to die, even as they seek it.”
Crash.
At the same moment, a black circle was drawn above Yong Moon Gyeok’s head.
When he looked up, he saw that the Yuankin Demon Rings he had fired were packed densely there.
The circle that Geon Cheong Woo had drawn so casually was the profound mystery of the most wondrous Dao technique in Tianxia.
It was redirecting the Yuankin Demon Rings invisibly back above the enemy’s head.
But the technique was so subtle and unique that Yong Moon Gyeok had no chance to sense it.
“Such martial arts exist in this world.”
And these words became the last he would ever speak in his lifetime.
Shhhhhk!
The gathered Yuankin Demon Rings poured down through Yong Moon Gyeok’s head.
They pierced through his crown and passed vertically through his body.
Ceaselessly falling and falling again, completely decomposing his flesh.
Thud.
Where Yong Moon Gyeok had been standing, only blood remained.
Even the trace that he had ever lived in this world had vanished.
Boom!
Yet Geon Cheong Woo did not cease his assault.
He began thrusting at the four hundred fifty or so Iron Corpse Demons waiting in the rear.
Crack!
Each time he swung his sword, the Iron Corpse Demons’ bodies became pulpy.
Hard as indestructible diamond, they were difficult to shatter. So he rotated his blade at high speed, destroying only their joints.
Flash! Flash!
The movement was so swift and explosive that the demons of Eum Gyeol Ma Ji could only stare with vacant expressions.
A rumbling sound echoed.
The formations of the iron-hammer iron-spear warriors collapsed in a grotesque manner.
All their major joints were shattered, rendering them utterly useless as combat forces.
“….”
A silence as profound as death descended upon the battlefield.
The demons of Eum Gyeol Ma Ji held their breath without moving a single finger.
They feared that even the slightest sound would result in their heads being severed.
Geon Cheong Woo swept his gaze across the surrounding demons while still gripping his blade.
A heavy thud.
They all lowered their weapons and fell to their knees.
The reason was that the forces of Sayoung Hall remained fully alert and vigilant.
But what if such a terrifying master joined forces with them?
Even if they threw their lives into a desperate assault, the outcome would be total annihilation.
―So it was our Ryeong Ju.
The warriors of Sayoung Hall finally realized that this Geon Cheong Woo who had saved them
was Bu Eunseol in disguise.
Yet none of them dared to address him or acknowledge his presence.
Chong Gyo Ryeong had commanded Bu Eunseol to go to the Blood Cult and settle matters regarding the invasion of Zhong Yuan.
Therefore, his presence here absolutely could not be revealed.
“I, incredible!”
In that deathly silence, Won Se Moon burst forth with an exclamation.
“Geon, Geon Cheong Woo! Your martial prowess has grown considerably.”
Jo Nam Cheon beside him nodded in agreement.
“Y, you’re right? Thanks to you, we survi—no, we survived. Hahaha.”
A respectful bow.
Geon Cheong Woo—or rather, Bu Eunseol—clasped his hands together in courtesy before
standing in line beside the Team Members of Sang Hak who were arrayed behind Yu Woon Ryong.
“Ahem.”
Yu Woon Ryong cleared his throat and spoke in a loud voice.
“We’ve completed our mission, so shall we depart?”
He looked around and spoke loudly.
“After all, we were only ordered to take Yong Moon Gyeok’s head.”
“As you wish.”
When Mu Heun, standing at a distance, replied, Yu Woon Ryong spoke once more in a commanding voice.
“All units, withdraw!”
A rumbling sound.
The masters of Sayoung Hall departed from Eum Gyeol Ma Ji without so much as a backward glance.
The demons of Eum Gyeol Ma Ji, still kneeling in a gesture of surrender, exchanged glances and blinked their eyes.
Despite achieving absolute victory, they were fleeing like cowards?
Blink, blink.
The remaining demonic cultivators of Eum Gyeol Ma Ji wore vacant expressions.
They still had more than a third of their forces intact.
―Did they not even deem us worthy of elimination….
Most of the iron-body cultivators—those iron-fisted, iron-bodied warriors crafted through decades of bitter discipline—had been shattered, and Yong Moon Gyeok, the First Wanderer Leader who had created them, was dead.
The sect’s finest had vanished…
What remained was no longer one of the Four Great Ominous Lands.
They would be treated as nothing more than a second-rate sect.
* * *
Blood Cult, Gwangmyeong Hall.
A broad curtain hung within, and behind it sat a silhouette upon a meditation platform, spine perfectly rigid.
It was Pae Ryuk Gyeol, the Blood Cult Master.
Red mist coiled within the curtain’s depths, creating an atmosphere as though a Flame King had risen from Hell itself to take his seat.
Opposite him stood Seo Jin Ha and Myo Cheon Woo, who had taken on Bu Eunseol’s form, side by side.
Pae Ryuk Gyeol remained motionless within the curtain, while Seo Jin Ha and Myo Cheon Woo stood with the composure of stone statues.
Had a moment passed?
The door opened, and a young man in crimson robes approached cautiously, knelt before Pae Ryuk Gyeol, and answered.
“It is effective.”
[Hmm.]
Pae Ryuk Gyeol uttered a low sound.
That voice induced a peculiar vertigo, forcing Seo Jin Ha and Myo Cheon Woo to subtly draw upon their inner strength.
[Good.]
After a silence, Pae Ryuk Gyeol spoke in a low voice.
[If you provide me with the prescription and medicinal ingredients to heal this dantian, I shall order the Hyeol Eum Gyo at Dongjeong Lake to cease their activities.]
Seo Jin Ha shook his head firmly.
“That is unacceptable.”
With a gaze sharp as a blade, he looked toward the curtain and spoke.
“Instead, withdraw the Hyeol Eum Gyo to the Western Frontier. Do so, and I shall supply you with those medicinal herbs for a designated period.”
He added further.
“And one year hence, I shall provide ten spirit pills capable of healing the dantian each year thereafter.”
[….]
“Do not attempt to research the pills I provide. It will be futile.”
Seo Jin Ha spoke with composure.
“The medicinal herbs that serve as their source can only be obtained within the territory of Bon Jeon.”
To be precise, it was Yun Hae Byeok Ryeong Gung, though there was no need to mention that explicitly.
“These are the conditions this Ryeong Ju can propose.”
Having received a full account of the situation from Myo Cheon Woo, Seo Jin Ha negotiated with Pae Ryuk Gyeol in Bu Eunseol’s stead.
The mysterious medicinal herbs of Yun Hae Byeok Ryeong Gung had already opened the door to negotiation.
Thus, rather than simply departing, he sought to achieve Bu Eunseol’s intended objectives.
[In truth, any conditions matter little.]
Pae Ryuk Gyeol spoke coldly.
[Once the masters of our sect recover their bodies, we will possess the power to sweep clean the Demon Palace itself—no, all of Zhong Yuan.]
The Blood Cult’s military strength could be said to rival the combined forces of the Demon Palace and the Ten Demonic Gates.
And if they obtained the medicine capable of curing the Blood Cult’s chronic affliction?
They could immediately restore their former glory and launch an invasion of Zhong Yuan.
Should that occur, Seo Jin Ha would commit a grave transgression against the Murim of Zhong Yuan under the guise of negotiation.
[Will you proceed with this negotiation regardless?]
“Of course.”
Seo Jin Ha spoke with unwavering confidence.
“Invade if you wish. I care not for the consequences.”
[You believe we cannot.]
“Not at all. I am well aware that even if you rose this very moment to assault Bon Jeon, the outcome of such a clash would remain uncertain.”
The Blood Cult possessed an abundance of military strength and manpower. Moreover, the Blood Cult’s disciples harbored no fear of death.
They believed that should they sacrifice themselves for the sect, they would ascend to the halls of eternal life after death.
This was why they did not so much as blink when Seo Jin Ha slew over a hundred of their disciples.
Furthermore, all Blood Cult members had mastered mysterious forbidden techniques, and their elite forces exceeded twice those of the Demon Palace.
Should the two powers collide, none could guarantee which would emerge victorious.
‘In this regard, the Blood Cult has always remained a threat to the Murim of Zhong Yuan.’
“I speak in earnest.”
Seo Jin Ha swallowed his thoughts and continued with composure.
“Once you have reclaimed your full strength, you are welcome to assault Bon Jeon whenever you choose.”
A peculiar gleam flickered across Pae Ryuk Gyeol’s eyes.
He had realized that Seo Jin Ha’s words were no jest.
[Why.]
“I will explain the reason once the Sect Leader accepts the negotiation.”
At Seo Jin Ha’s words, Pae Ryuk Gyeol fell silent for a moment.
In truth, such restrictions held no disadvantage for the Blood Cult—only benefit.
Yet there was but one reason for his hesitation regarding the proposal.
The one proposing the negotiation was not Ma Cheon Je, but Muk Hon Ryeong Ju.
No matter how remarkable a prodigy of the new generation, if they respected the weight and authority of the Blood Cult—
At the very least, they should have summoned Yeop Hyo Cheon, known as the Dark King.
Standing before a mere youth… it was difficult to accept the proposal due to pride.
[Does our sect appear contemptible to you?]
“If it appears so, then I have succeeded.”
At Seo Jin Ha’s calm response, Pae Ryuk Gyeol’s eyes behind the curtain gleamed.
This was the Blood Cult’s main stronghold.
Even Ma Cheon Je, should he have come alone, could not guarantee his life in such a place.
Yet in Seo Jin Ha’s pulse, expression, and every biological response… not a trace of tension or fear could be detected.
[He is indeed slightly mad, as the rumors suggest.]
Pae Ryuk Gyeol’s mouth opened.
What comes after those words will determine the fates of Seo Jin Ha and Myo Cheon Woo.
“Sigh….”
At that moment, Seo Jin Ha furrowed his brow and let out a long, weary sigh.
“A negotiation with only gains and no losses—does it truly require such deliberation?”
His voice carried an unmistakable edge of irritation.
‘Seo Jin Ha. Have you lost your mind?’
Myo Cheon Woo, sitting silently beside him, felt his eyes glaze over with shock.
Seo Jin Ha’s demeanor was
precisely the kind of recklessness that would unsettle even Ma Cheon Je—a dangerous display before the Blood Cult Master himself.
‘The Blood Cult Master is not someone who can be swayed by mere audacity.’
As the tension threatened to shatter, Myo Cheon Woo felt cold sweat trickling down his spine.
Pae Ryuk Gyeol was inherently wicked, his emotions as unpredictable as a demon’s whim.
As the master of an evil sect, he had commanded the fear, reverence, and obedience of countless souls.
To proceed with negotiations in such a reckless, thoughtless manner…
would only increase the likelihood of losing one’s head.
Yet unlike the anguished Myo Cheon Woo, Seo Jin Ha wore an inward smile of supreme confidence.
‘Yes, glare at me like that. Think hard, scheme away.’
A glimmer of madness danced in Seo Jin Ha’s eyes.
‘The more you do, the more you’ll have no choice but to accept this negotiation.’
Before arriving at the Blood Cult, he had immediately sought out information on Pae Ryuk Gyeol.
After all, the intelligence organization had meticulously compiled dossiers on figures of Pae Ryuk Gyeol’s influence over the Murim.
―The Blood Cult Master, Pae Ryuk Gyeol’s sorcery is rooted in fear and terror.
Back then, as Seo Jin Ha rapidly scanned through Pae Ryuk Gyeol’s file at Jamma Pavilion, his eyes suddenly widened.
―Found it.
And thus he had discovered the method to successfully guide this negotiation to victory.

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