The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 749

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Chapter 749.
Within Murim, there existed eight masters renowned for their mastery of light-body technique.
Those known as the Eight Masters of Light-Body Technique were predominantly former thieves or practitioners of the Demonic Path.
The fact that they had devoted themselves entirely to perfecting movement techniques
stemmed from their need to either pilfer others’ belongings or evade pursuit.
Thus, locating a master capable of facing Wi Cheon Gyeong proved remarkably difficult.
Fortunately, Myo Cheon Woo had discovered the whereabouts of Jeong Bul Hae, one of the Eight Masters who had withdrawn from active participation in Gangho.
The Immortal of Twin Flight, Jeong Bul Hae.
Beneath a sparsely populated mountainside, a modest yet respectable dwelling stood.
Adjacent to the courtyard before his residence was a neatly proportioned stone chamber—a go room where one could play the ancient game.
During his days traversing Gangho, Jeong Bul Hae had been consumed by his passion for go.
Thus, he had retired relatively early, in his forties, despite being in his prime.
He spent his days studying the game records he had collected during his years in Gangho, yearning to play without restraint.
“Hmm.”
Jeong Bul Hae let out a gasp as he was about to enter the go room.
Even though twenty years had passed since his retirement from Gangho, his martial prowess remained intact.
Yet someone had approached from behind him while concealing their presence entirely?
“No Bu has long since departed Gangho. What grievance brings you to seek me out?”
As he turned, a handsome man with a prominent nose rising between long strands of hair
stood towering before him, bearing an enormous sack across his shoulders.
It was Wi Cheon Gyeong.
“Having taken the name Immortal of Twin Flight and withdrawn into seclusion, you truly have become a celestial being.”
Wi Cheon Gyeong spoke coldly, his expression filled with contempt as he looked down upon Jeong Bul Hae.
“All while concealing your true identity as the Blue-Faced Thief.”
Jeong Bul Hae, the Immortal of Twin Flight.
Known to the Orthodox Sects as a righteous hero, he possessed another identity.
He was the notorious bandit and murderer who plundered the wealth of the rich—the Blue-Faced Thief.
“Hahaha, No Bu as the Blue-Faced Thief? I cannot fathom such nonsense.”
Jeong Bul Hae shook his head as if bewildered.
“Did that vicious brigand not perish ten years ago, hunted by the masters of the Yang Gwang Murim Alliance and falling from Man Jang Cliff?”
He continued calmly.
“No Bu concerns himself no longer with the grievances or renown of Gangho. Depart.”
Jeong Bul Hae’s expression hardened as he spoke.
Wi Cheon Gyeong’s left hand held a go stone container.
“Indeed, genuine white stones carved from fossilized shell—a true treasure.”
Wi Cheon Gyeong withdrew a single white stone from the container and held it up to the sunlight, nodding approvingly.
“Worthy of what Eun Yeop Seongsaeng treasured more than life itself.”
Carving stones and shells to create go pieces proved far more difficult than cutting wood to fashion a board.
Moreover, the white stones within the container were crafted from fossilized shells,
each piece possessing a value that far exceeded that of ordinary treasures or antiquities.
“If you keep spouting nonsense, I’ll crush this Go stone first.”
“What is this about? What grudge could you possibly have against No Bu?”
Crack.
Wi Cheon Gyeong crushed a single Go stone to powder.
At that moment, a terrifying killing intent blazed forth from Jeong Bul Hae’s eyes.
It was a sinister and vicious gaze that a person bearing the alias Ssang Bi Seon could never possess.
“Indeed, one’s true nature cannot be hidden. Just from that look alone, you must have been a serial killer who slaughtered people like livestock across Tianxia.”
Jeong Bul Hae, who had been silent, spoke in an extraordinarily low voice.
“…How did you know?”
He no longer concealed his true identity.
“No one should have known No Bu’s secret.”
“There are no secrets in this world.”
Wi Cheon Gyeong tucked the Go stone container back into his robes as he spoke.
“Did you truly believe you could commit every atrocity and spend your final years in peace?”
Ssang Bi Seon Jeong Bul Hae, long regarded as a righteous hero of the Orthodox Sects.
Yet his true identity was that of a great villain and murderer who periodically threw the Gangho into chaos.
Jeong Il Hae.
“Your identity remained hidden because there was a Shadow who truly played the role of Jeong Bul Hae.”
Wi Cheon Gyeong’s expression was tinged with contempt.
“But as investigations continued and the net tightened, when your identity and deeds were about to be exposed… you switched the Shadow’s identity to that of a Cheongmyeon Swordsman, then trapped and killed him. And you lived on as Jeong Bul Hae.”
Jeong Bul Hae—or rather, Jeong Il Hae’s eyes grew infinitely sharper.
No one in this world should know such a secret. How had this bastard come to learn it?
How could he kill this man quietly and preserve this secret?
“These Go stones are treasures that should be passed down through generations.”
Jeong Il Hae suppressed his killing intent and spoke.
“Even if you hold a grudge against me, the stones themselves are blameless, are they not?”
“You truly are obsessed with Go.”
Wi Cheon Gyeong spoke coldly.
“Or perhaps this Go stone container contains some evidence.”
Jeong Il Hae’s eyes wavered like ripples on water.
So this young man had already come knowing everything.
“What do you want?”
Jeong Il Hae spoke while scrutinizing Wi Cheon Gyeong’s entire body.
“The treasures I’ve hidden away? Or do you intend to expose No Bu’s identity and have me extradited to the Murim Alliance to make a name for yourself?”
“Catch me if you can.”
“What?”
Wi Cheon Gyeong smiled faintly.
“From this moment on, I will go to the Murim Alliance and submit the evidence contained in this Go stone container. But if you can catch me before then… you can keep your secret.”
“This is incomprehensible.”
Jeong Il Hae furrowed his brow.
“So what do you gain from this?”
“If there exists someone faster than me, I cannot sleep at night.”
“You came all this way for such a trivial reason?”
“The choice is yours.”
Whoosh!
In that instant, Wi Cheon Gyeong’s body sliced through the air with breathtaking speed.
It was a movement technique as swift as lightning itself.
Jeong Il Hae’s eyes gleamed with murderous intent.
He had lived by the Blue Demon Blade, slaughtering countless wealthy merchants and martial masters.
The grudges born from those deeds would persist, and an astronomical bounty still hung upon his head.
Yet this young fool dared challenge him to catch up? The boy had lost his mind entirely.
“Is he one of those eccentric geniuses found in Murim?”
Murim harbored many such peculiar individuals with incomprehensible temperaments and obsessions.
They cared nothing for fame or wealth, fixating instead upon a single, consuming desire.
“How fortunate.”
If his identity were exposed? The wealth he had accumulated would be the least of his concerns.
He would spend his life hunted by the masters of the Murim Alliance and mercenaries seeking the bounty.
But if he could kill this young man, he could reclaim his peaceful existence.
Whoosh!
Jeong Il Hae immediately unleashed his movement technique in pursuit of Wi Cheon Gyeong’s vanishing form.
The reason he had evaded capture despite his countless crimes was simple.
He had mastered the Extreme Flash Flying Stream, counted among the Orthodox Sects’ greatest movement techniques.
And simultaneously, the Black Cascade Divine Path, the supreme movement art of the Demonic Path.
Boom!
Not only had Jeong Il Hae mastered both Orthodox and Demonic movement techniques, but he had fused them into his own singular art.
Twin celestial immortals.
Like two divine beings soaring through the heavens, he created dual afterimages, capable of traversing a thousand leagues in a single bound.
Crack!
In moments, Jeong Il Hae caught up to Wi Cheon Gyeong, who now fled like an arrow loosed from a bow, his bundle strapped across his back.
‘Remarkable.’
As Jeong Il Hae closed the distance in a single breath, Wi Cheon Gyeong swallowed his astonishment.
Since receiving instruction in movement technique from Bu Eunseol, he had never encountered anyone who could match his speed regardless of age.
Only Sa Hon Dae’s lord Muk Hon and the Demon Marquis Tak Il Hon showed marginal superiority.
Yet Jeong Il Hae, despite launching his pursuit late, was now closing in relentlessly?
Whoosh!
Murderous intent blazing, Jeong Il Hae’s hands were now clad in black metal gauntlets.
From the gauntlets protruded claws like those of a ferocious beast, gleaming black with an ominous sheen.
One could discern that they were coated with a virulent poison that brought instant death upon contact.
This was Jeong Il Hae’s signature weapon of the Poison Sect—the Green Demon Hand.
Boom!
Wi Cheon Gyeong deployed his full strength in his movement technique, yet the distance between them continued to narrow.
At this rate, he would be crushed beneath Jeong Il Hae’s Azure Demon Beast from behind.
Whoosh!
But then Wi Cheon Gyeong pulled something small from the bundle on his back and hurled it.
Since he was moving at such tremendous speed while throwing, the projectile gained incredible velocity despite the casual manner of its release.
Without any special technique, it burrowed toward Jeong Il Hae’s face at tremendous speed.
Crack!
He reflexively snatched the flying object with his iron gauntlet.
Even if it were a poison needle, there was no real danger since he’d caught it with the Azure Demon Beast.
‘What is this?’
It was a very small bronze statue.
It depicted a man gazing toward the distant sky with his right hand raised.
Yet somehow the expression seemed artificial, and with a protruding belly, the statue appeared rather grotesque.
Swoosh!
But something strange occurred.
The moment Wi Cheon Gyeong threw the statue, his body—which seemed about to be caught—suddenly accelerated even further.
This was because the small statue he held was crafted from a blend of orichalcum and celestial iron, making it ten times heavier than a gold nugget of equal size.
Orichalcum and celestial iron were mixed in its creation, rendering it ten times heavier than a gold nugget of the same dimensions.
“Hmph.”
Jeong Il Hae snorted derisively, discarded the statue, and resumed his pursuit.
Though Wi Cheon Gyeong’s lightness technique had accelerated somewhat, it wasn’t enough to escape entirely.
Whoosh!
But something was amiss.
Just as he moved to crush Wi Cheon Gyeong’s back again, another identical statue flew toward his face.
Simultaneously, Wi Cheon Gyeong’s speed increased further.
‘Could it be?’
The foundation of lightness technique was making the body extraordinarily light.
Carrying heavy objects naturally affected one’s speed.
He’d assumed the large bundle on his back contained stolen goods, but now he wondered.
Could that bundle contain nothing but heavy statues?
‘Impossible!’
Boom!
He alternated between Extreme Tremor Technique and Black Chain Divine Step, pursuing Wi Cheon Gyeong relentlessly.
But each time Wi Cheon Gyeong threw a statue, his speed increased.
Eventually, he became impossible to catch.
‘Huff, huff.’
Finally, gasps of exertion escaped Jeong Il Hae’s lips.
No matter how hard he tried, he could not keep pace.
But if he let this man escape now, he would spend his entire life as a fugitive.
‘No!’
Watching Wi Cheon Gyeong’s shadow grow ever more distant, Jeong Il Hae unleashed a thunderous cry.
Yet the shadow that seemed within reach continued to slip away.
“Never!”
He swiftly hurled a hidden projectile from his robes.
But Wi Cheon Gyeong’s light-body technique ahead was far more rapid.
Each projectile he threw destabilized his own momentum, paradoxically slowing his pursuit to a crawl.
“Haaaah!”
At last, he unleashed his final gambit.
Unable to catch Wi Cheon Gyeong through conventional means, he began channeling his original life force to propel his light-body technique.
Flash!
His body shot forward like a beam of light.
As he surged ahead, the hair at Jeong Il Hae’s temples turned white.
Yet his light-body technique, powered by his very life essence, became swift as radiance itself.
Soon he had closed the distance, drawing near Wi Cheon Gyeong once more.
“Die!”
The moment he began unleashing the Seizing Soul Heaven and Earth technique with his Blue Demon Hand,
Crack, whoosh!
The bundle Wi Cheon Gyeong carried suddenly burst apart in all directions.
In that same instant, dozens of bronze statues scattered like an opened umbrella, raining down upon Jeong Il Hae’s face.
It was a technique utterly beyond prediction.
“Ugh, ahhh!”
Jeong Il Hae cried out in shock.
The ultra-high-speed momentum of the light-body technique combined with the tremendous weight of the statues created
a velocity and destructive force more terrifying than any hidden weapon in existence.
Thud, thud, thud, crash!
Jeong Il Hae could not evade the heavy statues hurtling toward him, taking impacts to his face, chest, and lower abdomen.
The force behind them was immense.
The weighty statues pierced through his protective true energy completely, shattering his skull, ribs, and even his dantian.
Thump.
Drenched in blood, Jeong Il Hae collapsed and spoke with ragged breaths and a bitter expression.
“So you deliberately hid hidden weapons in that bundle to mock No Bu.”
“No, that is not so.”
Wi Cheon Gyeong carefully gathered the fallen statues.
“The bundle simply tore because it was too fragile. This was specially crafted, after all.”
“What do you mean?”
“These are commemorative items fashioned after the likeness of our Ryeong Ju. Every warrior of the Sayoung Hall pooled years of their salaries to craft them with utmost care.”
“Commemorative items…?”
“Indeed.”
Wi Cheon Gyeong spoke with pride.
“They were crafted from a blend of bronze and celestial iron so they would never rust. Scaled down to about one-tenth the actual size, with the shoulder insignia polished to a lustrous sheen.”
“….”
“Though it hasn’t been completed yet, Ryeong Ju’s cherished blade, Muk Hon, is included in the components. Once Cheol Dae Seongsaeng finishes it, we’ve agreed to send it to Ben Jeon.”
Jeong Il Hae furrowed his brow and coughed blood.
“You… I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
And with that, he breathed his last.
Twenty years ago, he was the great swordmaster and murderer who had plunged Tianxia into terror.
The Pale-Faced Blade, Jeong Il Hae. Absurdly, he had been killed by a statue of Bu Eunseol that Sayoung Hall had crafted.
“Ryeong Ju.”
Wi Cheon Gyeong carefully wiped clean the statue he held in his hands.
“Even as a statue, Ryeong Ju protects us.”
Having placed the cleaned statue upright on the ground, he suddenly clasped his hands together in reverence.
Wi Cheon Gyeong stood with his eyes closed in prayer for a long while.
Then he began carefully wrapping each scattered statue one by one in cloth.
“….”
Watching from a distance, Myo Cheon Woo’s eyes had lost all focus.
―Where exactly did things go wrong?
Though Jo Nam Cheon’s duel remained, Myo Cheon Woo felt no anticipation whatsoever.
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“I’m not sure how you found No Bu.”
A muscular middle-aged man glared at Jo Nam Cheon.
Baek Jang Song, the Blood Wind Demon Wall.
He had originally been a bandit, but by chance obtained the Demonic Scripture of Soul Binding.
With the formidable martial arts gained from it, he had become a great villain who committed countless obscene atrocities.
In particular, by perfecting the Blood Wind Demon Force from the Demonic Scripture of Soul Binding, he had achieved a body-hardening technique rivaling the Indestructible Diamond Divine Art.
For over a decade, he had kept Murim shrouded in fear.
But at some point, he had vanished without a trace.
Surprisingly, he had been training alone in Jeol Gok, where no one ventured, for over a decade.
But something unexpected occurred.
A young man with bristling whiskers came seeking him out for a duel.
“I have already washed my hands of the past.”
At Baek Jang Song’s calm words, the man, Jo Nam Cheon, let out a hollow laugh.
“You speak nonsense.”
Then he stripped off his upper garment and spoke solemnly.
“You stopped your atrocities and left Murim only because Tan Wang pursued you relentlessly—surely you haven’t forgotten?”
Flinch.
Baek Jang Song had nothing to say, his brow furrowing.
Just as Jo Nam Cheon said, Tan Wang Buk Gung-ryeong had declared he would surely kill Baek Jang Song, who continuously preyed upon women.
Tan Wang was a man of his word.
Fearing his inner force would tear his body apart, Baek Jang Song had retreated alone into the Deep Mountain Valley to refine the Blood Wind Demon Force anew.
If he could cultivate it to the Twelve Star realm, he would no longer need to fear Tan Wang’s inner force.
Just as the Blood Wind Demonic Force had been perfected and I was about to venture into the Murim, some bandit-like fellow showed up and started trouble.
What in the world was this about?
“So then.”
Baek Jang Song’s face turned menacing.
“You really want to fight me?”
“Of course. Let’s have a match.”
Jo Nam Cheon clapped his palms together provocatively.
The moment Baek Jang Song observed his muscular physique, he discerned that Jo Nam Cheon had mastered an extraordinary external martial technique of the Demonic Path.
“You’ve learned an external martial technique similar to No Bu’s. Have you reached the realm of Gangqi Yishi?”
“No need to know the details.”
“Hehehehe. Fascinating. Someone who has mastered the same external martial technique.”
Baek Jang Song smacked his lips with a somewhat uncomfortable expression.
“This will be a tedious fight.”
Those who had mastered external martial techniques could easily deflect ordinary strikes.
Moreover, since neither of them used weapons.
It was obvious that a brawl like those of the Black Gang thugs would unfold.
“I heard you’ve installed the Youmyeong Blood Palace here.”
At that moment, Jo Nam Cheon made an unexpected proposal.
“Let’s fight there. Since it seems a brawl won’t end this anyway.”
“In the Youmyeong Blood Palace…?”
Baek Jang Song’s expression shifted to surprise.
The Youmyeong Blood Palace was a device where nearly a thousand musical instruments simultaneously unleashed sound waves.
It was a place to either master the heart formula of external martial techniques or temper one’s spirit.
But no matter how superior one’s heart formula or spiritual defenses were, due to the Youmyeong Blood Palace’s terrifying power,
even the strongest could not endure for half a moment before being expelled outside.
“If you hold out there, either your spirit will shatter or your external martial force will collapse. One of the two is inevitable, isn’t it?”
“Hehehehe.”
Baek Jang Song smiled faintly.
He had constructed the Youmyeong Blood Palace here to perfect the Blood Wind Martial Force,
and through endless cultivation, he had reached the point where he could endure there for roughly an hour.
“Are you confident? Your external martial technique will shatter in less than half a moment.”
“Who are you worried about?”
Jo Nam Cheon spat and moistened both his palms with saliva.
“I’ll punish you there, so accept your retribution gracefully.”
“Hehehehe. I look forward to it.”
Baek Jang Song led Jo Nam Cheon to a large stone chamber constructed within the cave.
There, massive bamboo tubes were densely embedded on all sides—apparently the conduits through which nearly a thousand musical instruments unleashed their sound waves.
“Are you ready?”
Clang.
Baek Jang Song locked the iron gate, three feet thick, installed in the stone chamber and laughed sinisterly.
“Either you’ll go mad from the Youmyeong Blood Palace’s sound technique, or your external martial arts will shatter and you’ll die by my hand. One of the two is inevitable.”
“Quite the talker. Let’s begin at once!”
“Very well.”
Boom.
With a low vibration, brilliant flashes of light poured forth from the seven-colored night-luminous pearl embedded in the stone chamber,
Crack! Crack crack! Boom! Rumble!
Tremendous sounds began to fill the stone chamber.
These were not mere noise.
They were a vicious sound technique that could drive a person mad merely by hearing it.
“Ugh.”
The moment the Youmyeong Blood Palace activated, a groan escaped Jo Nam Cheon’s lips.
This excruciating sound technique was something that no matter how profound one’s heart method or how formidable one’s spiritual defenses,
was utterly unbearable.
Moreover, since most sound techniques amplified the killing intent inherent to humans, victims typically ended up clutching their heads and tearing at them, or gnawing at their own flesh.
‘Let’s see how long he endures.’
Baek Jang Song smiled calmly with his arms crossed.
He, who trained daily in the Youmyeong Blood Palace, had reached a state where he could appreciate this excruciating sound technique as if listening to a serene melody.
A realm of perfect tranquility.
“Nngh…”
After roughly a quarter of an hour passed, groans began flowing from Jo Nam Cheon’s mouth.
He breathed in ragged gasps without pause, and his closed face convulsed ceaselessly.
‘Hehehehe. It’s over.’
Baek Jang Song wore a smile that assured victory.
Facial convulsions meant his external martial arts had already shattered.
If he simply extended his fist channeling qi from this state, Jo Nam Cheon’s head would burst and he would die.
“Well, since your external martial arts are broken, you have nothing to say even in death.”
A faint current of energy flowed from Baek Jang Song’s fist. He had concentrated the Blood Wind Demon Force into his knuckles.
If that fist connected?
Jo Nam Cheon’s head would shatter instantly. But then,
“Om mani padme hum! Hail to the light!”
Suddenly, Jo Nam Cheon, who had been trembling violently, opened his eyes wide and began shouting strange words.
‘A mantra?’
Baek Jang Song’s brow furrowed.
Occasionally in Murim, there were sorcerers who wielded bizarre techniques, and they would sometimes chant incomprehensible mantras.
“Strengthen the weak! Enrich the poor!”
But these were neither true mantras nor ordinary words—they were utterly bizarre utterances.
Irritated for some reason, Baek Jang Song struck Jo Nam Cheon’s face with all his might.
Crash!
Yet something astonishing occurred.
He, whose skull should have shattered with his external martial arts broken, effortlessly withstood his fist.
‘Has he regained his composure?’
Within the Youmyeong Blood Palace, once a spirit is shattered, it is difficult to mend it again, and one must venture outside and meditate calmly to truly recover.
Only then can one restore a complete spiritual state and cultivate one’s inner strength.
Yet this young man had utterly restored his shattered spirit with nothing but those bizarre utterances.
“Raise up the lame! Grant sight to the blind!”
Jo Nam Cheon continued to spout these strange incantations.
Each time he did, his eyes shifted grotesquely, and a formidable vital force—far more potent than the shattered Black Poison Demonic Art—flowed throughout his entire body.
“Has he transformed his martial principles into a chant for recitation?”
Baek Jang Song, a master of the Outer Sect martial arts, finally grasped what was happening.
Jo Nam Cheon was reciting some martial principle.
He had discerned that the young man was murmuring it like a song, transformed into a chant.
“Quite the clever mind.”
Such a recitation method, though not prevalent now, had been a fairly common cultivation technique in the past.
However, when transformed into a chant, one must murmur it like an incantation each time.
In actual combat, it proves largely ineffective.
“Ah! That is none other than Ryeong Ju!”
Moreover, it was far too bizarre and absurd to even be called a chant.
“Did a beating scramble his brains?”
Baek Jang Song laughed coldly.
“There is no need to continue this farce!”
Abandoning his dual-palm technique, he
unleashed a barrage of strikes infused with a battle cry and surging Blood Wind Demonic Force directly at Jo Nam Cheon.
Thump, thump, thump, thump!
“The care and love of Ryeong Ju flows through the blood vessels in my body!”
The more one heard, the stranger the words became.
And for some inexplicable reason, one’s stomach churned.
“Silence.”
Even Baek Jang Song, whose spirit had remained unmoved by the instruments of the Youmyeong Blood Palace, now felt fine cracks forming in his spiritual essence.
“My love! Your love! Our Ryeong Ju!”
“I said silence!”
Consumed by fury, Baek Jang Song began unleashing his full power with every punch.
Yet for masters who have mastered the higher echelons of Outer Sect martial arts, the most crucial matter is
maintaining equanimity and keeping one’s spirit serene.
This is because to master the higher echelons of Outer Sect martial arts, one must not only harden the body but also temper the spirit with unwavering discipline.
Should one’s peaceful composure shatter, the very body connected to that spirit will ultimately crumble to dust.
“Our Ryeong Ju!”
At that moment, Jo Nam Cheon, still singing despite the barrage of blows, suddenly unleashed a whip-like, elastic fist strike.
It was the supreme technique of the Georyeong Fist Sect—the Whip Flash Form.
Thud.
Though released with apparent lightness, it contained enough force to shatter mountains.
With his spirit incomplete, Baek Jang Song took a punch to his lower abdomen and
“Gack—”
spat blood while clutching his belly.
That bizarre incantation had shattered his spirit instead.
“You’re using some strange technique!”
Baek Jang Song shouted in fury, but
Jo Nam Cheon relentlessly chattered while unleashing his fist technique.
―Ryeong Ju, Ryeong Ju. Ryeong Ju.
Even the sound technique that should have resonated from Youmyeong Blood Palace was now only echoing that single word: ‘Ryeong Ju’?
Baek Jang Song wanted to cover his ears, yet somehow that melody circled endlessly in his mind.
His spirit had already crumbled, and his external martial technique shattered.
“Gack—”
Finally, struck by Jo Nam Cheon and spitting blood, Baek Jang Song collapsed onto the stone chamber floor.
“Stop… you madman.”
Thud.
And with that, his eyes rolled back and he breathed his last.
Looking down at Baek Jang Song’s corpse, Jo Nam Cheon cried out with solemn intensity.
“As long as Ryeong Ju’s martial soul lives and breathes within my body, no one can ever invade my spirit!”
Clank.
Then he opened the stone chamber door and stepped outside.
But Myo Cheon Woo was not there.
After witnessing Won Se Moon and Wi Cheon Gyeong’s fight, he had realized this martial competition was completely ruined.
So he hadn’t even come to watch his own match.

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