The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 778

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Chapter 778.
Even as Jung Cheong Ja’s breath grew shallow, curiosity compelled him to ask carefully.
“May I inquire who this person you mentioned is?”
“Ah, that would be….”
Nam Goong Woon scratched his head.
The Young Master of the illustrious Namgung Family, one of the greatest powers under heaven.
He could hardly speak openly about having the successor to Demon Hall as his sworn brother.
“My sworn brother has renounced the secular world and practices ascetic discipline in solitude, so you likely wouldn’t know of him, Elder.”
“I see.”
Nam Goong Woon quickly changed the subject.
“In any case, that’s how it is. Haha.”
“Your swordsmanship transcends the rigid frameworks of conventional technique—it flows freely and without restraint. At first glance, it seems incapable of reaching profound depths, yet….”
Jung Cheong Ja withdrew a small box from his robes and extended it toward Nam Goong Woon as he spoke.
“In truth, by transcending the boundaries of the mundane world, you can achieve boundless mastery. The only issue is that the Namgung Family’s swordsmanship somewhat… confines you, shall we say?”
“How could you possibly….”
Nam Goong Woon’s mouth fell open.
Not only had Jung Cheong Ja seen through his realm of cultivation, but he had also discerned the very thought he had never dared voice aloud.
―Why is the Main House’s swordsmanship so rigidly bound by the framework of heavy blades?
Startled to discover his constant inner question laid bare, he gasped.
“I absolutely harbor no such thoughts.”
Nam Goong Woon desperately protested.
“How could I, as a descendant of the Namgung Family, entertain such reckless notions?”
Judging by Jung Cheong Ja’s penetrating gaze and noble bearing, he was surely a senior of the Orthodox Sects.
Should word of such thoughts reach his father, the Family Head would undoubtedly fly into a rage and impose severe punishment.
“What harm is there in harboring such thoughts? You possess a naturally free and unrestrained nature, and it manifests in your swordsmanship—even the Namgung Family Head must….”
“No, that won’t do.”
Nam Goong Woon jumped to his feet.
“If you should mention such things to the Family Head, it would spell disaster. Please, Elder, spare me!”
“Have no fear.”
Jung Cheong Ja shook his head.
“Regrettably, I have no connection with the Namgung Family Head, so I have no opportunity to convey such words.”
“Is that so?”
As Nam Goong Woon’s expression relaxed with relief, Jung Cheong Ja smiled and spoke.
“Open the box. Within it lies the answer to the questions you have harbored.”
When Nam Goong Woon opened the box, he found a small scroll within.
“What is this?”
“The Windcloud Sword Manual.”
“The Windcloud Sword Manual.”
It was the greatest swordsman of three centuries past.
The sword manual left behind by Cheon Ae Geom Seon, known to contain thirty transcendent sword techniques.
At the past Wu Tian Duan Martial Arts Tournament, when Mu Gyeol pointed out that Baek Mu Sung was employing an unusual sword technique,
Baek Mu Sung had claimed it was a sword manual he’d obtained along with the martial knowledge of Shin Geom Mun.
But that was a lie.
The true original was hidden within Jeong Hwa Sam Gye.
“Is this tassel truly the Windstorm Sword Manual, sir?”
“Indeed it is.”
Jung Cheong Ja smiled faintly.
“Cheon Ae Geom Seon was not only exceptional with the blade but also possessed considerable mastery in the art of concealment. And he understood that this manual could only be wielded by someone as unobstructed and free as himself.”
Jung Cheong Ja slowly extended his hand.
“Try wearing it once.”
Nam Goong Woon couldn’t comprehend it.
A tassel attached to a sword was a sword manual? How could such a thing be possible?
With a soft sound, he fastened the tassel to the end of the sword’s hilt.
Nam Goong Woon attached the tassel to the pommel of the blade.
“I don’t seem to notice any particular change, sir.”
“Hehehehe. Is that so?”
Jung Cheong Ja opened his mouth with a smile.
“The truth is….”
A rhythmic tapping echoed across the peak.
Finally, Cheop Dong In ascended Cheon Sa Bong and began encircling the area.
Flame bullets, ice projectiles, and the Dang Faction’s celestial arrows.
Cheop Dong In’s body, having received all three attacks, gleamed like diamond, surrounded by a bizarre and formidable energy.
Heavy footsteps approached.
Then Cheop Dong In’s formation dispersed, and a figure with blackened eyes and lips walked out slowly.
At last, the leader of Heuk Hwan, the secret organization that commanded Cheop Dong In under Demon Hall’s authority.
Jeok Go Sung had arrived.
“You’re already on the verge of your last breath.”
Jeok Go Sung, who had reached the pinnacle of Demonic Scripture, immediately discerned Jung Cheong Ja’s condition as he deployed the Soul Severance Technique.
“It was pointless for me to come. You would have died anyway without my intervention.”
He spoke with irritation.
“Offer your neck quickly. I need to return with that head of yours.”
But then,
“What in the world does one consume to turn one’s lips so pitch black?”
Nam Goong Woon stepped forward before Jung Cheong Ja and spoke.
“Moreover, this elder here appears to be at least thirty years your senior in age. How can you show such discourtesy?”
“What kind of madman is this….”
Jeok Go Sung furrowed his brow, then alternated his gaze between Nam Goong Woon’s face and the Golden Needle Sword before nodding.
“So you’re Nam Goong Woon, the reckless fool of the Namgung Family.”
Jeok Go Sung let out a cold laugh and spoke with icy precision.
“The Namgung Family’s time to die has not yet come….”
A pitch-black radiance surged from his eyes.
“Disappear at once!”
Boom.
His cry reverberated across Cheon Sa Bong in its entirety, and a sharp, murderous aura poured forth from the bodies of the arrayed Cheop Dong In.
It was a presence that made one’s flesh crawl, yet Nam Goong Woon merely laughed heartily.
“Tell a man to disappear? How in the world does one expect a man to simply vanish?”
“It’s simple enough. Crawl away on all fours.”
“Ah.”
Nam Goong Woon chuckled and spoke.
“That’s a fine method indeed.”
Boom.
Cheon Sa Bong trembled violently for a moment.
Then, a sword aura and pressure as vast as a mountain descended upon the heads of Jeok Go Sung and the Cheop Dong In, so overwhelming that the very sky seemed to blacken before their eyes.
The supreme sword technique that had elevated the Namgung Family to the head of the Eight Great Families—the Extreme Sword Art.
The Emperor’s Sword Form had been unleashed.
‘What?’
Yet Nam Goong Woon himself was even more astonished.
He still held only the rank of Branch Lord, and had mastered merely the first three forms of the Emperor’s Sword Form.
How had a sword technique with the power of the latter three forms been released?
“Evade!”
Jeok Go Sung cried out in panic.
The Emperor’s Sword Form was the grand patriarch of all supreme sword techniques in Tianxia.
Merely being exposed to the range of its sword aura was powerful enough to obliterate even a Diamond Immortal.
Rumble.
Jeok Go Sung and the Cheop Dong In scattered in haste, yet
Boom.
the sword aura’s range was so vast that several of the Cheop Dong In became pulped corpses, collapsing where they stood.
“Namgung Jeong, that fool has lost his mind.”
Jeok Go Sung cried out in irritation.
“You’ve already transmitted the Emperor’s Sword Form to someone who just became a Branch Lord?”
‘What? I never transmitted it.’
Namgung Jeong, who had worn a dazed expression for a moment, soon placed his hand on his waist and laughed heartily.
“Your lips are so black—your mouth must be filthy too!”
With his hand resting on his waist, he spoke a lie brimming with confidence.
“This is not the Emperor’s Sword Form, merely a sword technique the Lord instructed me to use only in dire circumstances!”
Yet even as he spoke, Nam Goong Woon’s mind raced swiftly.
‘Even though I’m the one who unleashed it, this isn’t an Orthodox Sect sword technique… how is this possible?’
In truth, the sword technique just now was less the Emperor’s Sword Form and more a unique supreme sword with traces of Evil Sect methods woven throughout.
Yet because its power so closely resembled the Emperor’s Sword Form, even a master like Jeok Go Sung had been completely deceived.
‘Ah.’
Nam Goong Woon soon understood.
‘So this is the Feng Yun Sword Manual.’
The Feng Yun Sword Manual was a type of dark divine technique.
Among thirty sword methods, it instantly combined whichever technique matched the user’s intent.
It was truly a living sword manual.
‘With this, I can win.’
Nam Goong Woon smiled as he gazed at the silk threads hanging from the blade.
With this Feng Yun Sword Manual, he could unleash sword techniques freely, unbound by rigid forms.
“Try dodging like a cockroach one more time. If you do, I’ll send you back in one piece.”
“Kill him!”
Jeok Go Sung cried out in fury.
Over a hundred Cheop Dong In assassins began unleashing their assault on Nam Goong Woon.
Boom.
Nam Goong Woon attempted to unfold the Imperial Sword Form’s Third Stance once more.
‘What?’
Something was wrong.
Despite executing the same technique, it didn’t produce the same devastating power as before.
Screech, screech, screech, screech!
In that moment, the Cheop Dong In assassins rushed toward Nam Goong Woon, wielding their razor-sharp claws.
“What?!”
Flustered, Nam Goong Woon cried out carelessly and unleashed his specialty—the Heavenly Palace Flying Immortal Sword.
Swish, swish, swish, swish!
Hundreds of sword qi wove through the air in overlapping layers, then suddenly poured down like a torrential downpour.
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
The Cheop Dong In assassins struck by the sword qi were sent flying over a dozen zhang away with thunderous explosions.
It was similar to the Heavenly Palace Flying Immortal Sword, yet combined with another unique technique.
Boom, boom, boom.
But the Cheop Dong In assassins rose to their feet once more.
These newly emerged assassins bore an eerie luster across their skin.
Each time they were struck by sword techniques, a strange force resonated with a metallic ring.
Having faced Dang Gon and been slain by the unavoidable swift line of death—the Dang Pae Death Line—they had adapted.
Now they possessed bodies that could never be pierced.
“Excellent!”
Realizing they possessed bodies as indestructible as diamond, Nam Goong Woon
began rotating the Golden Needle Sword at extreme velocity.
His nature was carefree and light, never suited to the solemn and weighty sword techniques of the Nam Goong Family.
So much so that even the Family Lord, Namgung Jeong,
had modified the Heavenly Palace Flying Immortal Sword—which the women of the Nam Goong Family typically practiced—to suit his temperament.
But now that he possessed the Feng Yun Sword Manual,
Nam Goong Woon no longer bound himself to the Nam Goong Family’s techniques, freely unleashing whatever sword methods he desired.
Whoooosh!
The sharp golden needle sword spun at tremendous speed, beginning to bore into Cheop Dong In’s solid body.
Rather than targeting the hardened areas, the strikes aimed precisely at the joints, seeking to render them combat-ineffective.
It was a method strikingly similar to how Bu Eunseol had once shattered the iron-pursuing iron-mirror warriors of Eum Gyeol Ma Ji.
“This is exhilarating!”
Nam Goong Woon moved freely in all directions even within the encirclement of Cheop Dong In, unfolding his swordplay.
The Namgung Family specialized in heavy sword techniques, yet mastering them required acquiring diverse sword methods.
Thus, Nam Goong Woon had already learned various sword techniques scattered throughout Tianxia since childhood.
Through the Windcloud Sword Steps, he deployed these techniques with perfect freedom.
“This one has found his rhythm!”
Yet as Nam Goong Woon struck down the attacking Cheop Dong In, he became so absorbed in the Windcloud Sword Steps.
That he momentarily forgot about Jeok Go Sung’s presence.
“Die!”
Jeok Go Sung appeared like a phantom behind Nam Goong Woon, unleashing both palms with full force.
He had seized the absolute opening and fleeting moment Nam Goong Woon could never evade, pouring forth palm force wielding the might of Pa Cheon Hwang.
Boom!
With the explosive sound, dust scattered in all directions.
As the dust cleared, a shocking scene unfolded.
“Master!”
Before Nam Goong Woon could be struck by the palm force,
Jung Cheong Ja, exploding all his remaining life force, rushed forward with both arms spread wide.
He took the torrential palm force in Nam Goong Woon’s stead.
A wet, tearing sound.
His life force was already exhausted, leaving almost no inner energy within his body.
His entire skeleton shattered into fragments from Jeok Go Sung’s palm force, and his internal organs burst apart in a gruesome manner.
“Master, Master!”
The panicked Nam Goong Woon rushed to support him, but Jung Cheong Ja shook his head.
“It’s alright, truly alright. This is not your fault.”
Jung Cheong Ja gazed at Nam Goong Woon, who was utterly flustered and at a loss, and smiled with affection.
“This is merely the old one’s fate.”
“Hmph, fortune favored you.”
Jeok Go Sung laughed coldly and approached the fallen Jung Cheong Ja and Nam Goong Woon.
“No matter how bizarre your swordplay, it cannot withstand this Heuk Hwan’s Nine Abyss Dark Prison Hands.”
But at that moment,
A sharp sound cut through the air.
Without a trace of wind-breaking sound, a massive shadow descended upon Cheon Sa Bong.
A woman of seven feet in height, her lustrous hair flowing, blocking out the sun itself.
She was none other than the successor of Jeong Hwa Sam Gye whom Jung Cheong Ja had searched for so desperately—So Ok Rim.
She had been cultivating her martial arts not on Cheon Sa Bong, but on the opposite Bi Ho Bong.
When Nam Goong Woon shook Cheon Sa Bong with his heavy sword, she heard the sound and came to this place.
“Grandfather.”
So Ok Rim approached the fallen Jung Cheong Ja with a trembling voice.
“Why, Grandfather…”
“You’ve come.”
Jung Cheong Ja smiled radiantly.
Heaven had blessed him—he could see So Ok Rim once more.
“You should be at Ju Mul Ra Ma Peak. Why are you here…?”
So Ok Rim’s eyes wavered like ripples on water.
The youngest grandfather she could always find in the Book Repository.
The grandfather who had held young So Ok Rim and read her countless books, who had later explained the secrets of martial arts to her as she grew…
…was dying with every bone in his body shattered.
“All the others are dead. Only this old fool managed to find you.”
“Who…?”
A brilliant light exploded from So Ok Rim’s eyes.
“Who did this to our grandfathers!”
“I did.”
Jeok Go Sung approached from behind with a laugh.
“It was me.”
He gazed at So Ok Rim, his lips curling upward.
“Those old rats living like mice at Ju Mul Ra Ma Peak…”
Jeok Go Sung could not continue speaking.
A terrifying pressure was crushing down upon his body.
“Impressive inner power.”
Jeok Go Sung was also the Ring Master of Heuk Hwan, whom Ma Cheon Je trusted.
None could match his magical arts or martial prowess.
“But with your level of skill…”
A brilliant flash erupted.
In an instant, blinding white light flooded Jeok Go Sung’s vision.
As if gathering all the light in the world and detonating it at once, a dazzling brilliance poured forth, and simultaneously,
a tsunami-like shockwave began rippling outward in waves.
Red, blue, violet, golden light—various hues intermingled.
Tens of thousands of sparks scattered in all directions.
Dual Severance Galaxy.
The ultimate technique of Seong Hwang—capable of cleaving even the heavens and the galaxy itself—erupted in an instant.
A deafening roar.
Where Jeok Go Sung had stood, only a viscous liquid like molten lava remained.
Ma Cheon Je’s secret organization, the Ring Master of Heuk Hwan, the Great Demonic Being who had terrorized the Tianxia for decades.
Jeok Go Sung, mid-sentence, had become boiling liquid and crossed the Sam Do Cheon.
A faint tremor.
The fingertips of So Ok Rim, who had unleashed the Dual Severance Galaxy, trembled ever so slightly.
This was a martial art that resonated with the harmony Bu Eunseol wielded.
Even she, blessed with innate divine power and a body of steel, could not unleash it more than once in her current state.
“Magnificent.”
Jung Cheong Ja closed his eyes faintly, as though without regret.
“Grandfather!”
So Ok Rim rushed forward and injected her vital energy into Jung Cheong Ja’s acupoint.
Yet the body of Jung Cheong Ja, whose life force had been exhausted by the Severed Soul Returning Technique, was nothing more than a hollow shell drained of all vitality.
“Go to that place and cultivate your martial arts once more.”
Jung Cheong Ja grasped So Ok Rim’s hand.
Then a mysterious five-colored radiance lingered upon her palm, and a small map was inscribed there.
“Master the martial arts of that place, and only when the successors of Jeong Hwa Sam Gye scattered across the lands unite their strength can you face the demons that will soon emerge in Murim.”
“What do you mean?”
“The Baek Ri Family could not eliminate Jin Ma in the past and merely sealed him away. Now his followers are revealing themselves to break that seal.”
Jung Cheong Ja spoke with regret.
“We were not the Hyun Mun Sect, but rather a place called Jeong Hwa Sam Gye.”
Then he reached out his hand.
With that mysterious radiance, various knowledge began to flow into So Ok Rim’s mind.
Yet because Jung Cheong Ja’s life force had been exhausted…
So Ok Rim could only receive knowledge of the Secret Library of Jeong Hwa Sam Gye and the Baek Ri Family, as well as Jin Ma and his followers.
“That doesn’t make sense.”
So Ok Rim spoke desperately through her tears.
“Someone who hasn’t even appeared yet couldn’t have destroyed our sanctuary and killed our grandfathers.”
Jin Ma had not appeared.
Then it was absolutely impossible that Jin Ma had destroyed Ju Mul Ra Ma Peak.
“That is not important now.”
Jung Cheong Ja did not speak of Hyung Su or Ma Cheon Je.
If he did, So Ok Rim would immediately go to Demon Hall and be killed on the spot.
“You will learn the truth soon enough.”
“Who is it, then?”
“Ok Rim.”
Jung Cheong Ja spoke with his last strength.
“First, study the martial arts. And…”
Jung Cheong Ja squeezed So Ok Rim’s hands tightly in both of his own and spoke.
“Find a descendant who can enter the Secret Library of the Baek Ri Family. When you find that person, everything will be revealed.”
“Grandfather.”
“Forgive me for burdening you with so much, Ok Rim.”
Jung Cheong Ja spread his arms and touched So Ok Rim’s cheeks, then smiled brightly.
“Be happy.”
With those words, Jung Cheong Ja breathed his last.
Jeong Hwa Sam Gye, which had prevented the calamity of the Three Realms that would destroy the world and carried on the will of the Baek Ri Family.
Among them was Jung Cheong Ja, the Keeper of the Gyeong Se Gak, who had devoted his entire life to one place and raised So Ok Rim as his successor.
He, who had spent his lifetime buried beneath mountains of books.
Had completed the long journey from Seo Jang to Zhong Yuan.
And in the embrace of the girl
he had raised like a granddaughter, So Ok Rim, he finished his mission and drew his final breath.
What could he possibly regret, what could he possibly lament?
“Elder.”
Nam Goong Woon, who stood nearby, also bowed in reverence as Jung Cheong Ja passed, offering his condolences.
Then he spoke to So Ok Rim.
“Lady Heroine, I am Nam Goong Woon, the Young Master of the Namgung Family.”
Nam Goong Woon clasped his hands together with utmost respect.
“Though I met you for the first time today, I have come to admire and revere your noble character.”
And he spoke with resolute conviction.
“Should you wish to fulfill the elder’s legacy or seek vengeance, I shall lend you the strength of the Main House.”
Though he did not know the full circumstances, Nam Goong Woon had gleaned from their conversation
that Jung Cheong Ja had spent his lifetime saving countless souls and protecting the justice of Murim.
“It’s alright.”
So Ok Rim wiped away her tears and carefully cradled Jung Cheong Ja’s body in her arms.
“I can handle everything myself.”
“Lady Heroine.”
“Thank you for helping grandfather.”
With tears glistening in her eyes, So Ok Rim gazed at Nam Goong Woon and smiled radiantly.
That smile was gratitude for
Nam Goong Woon, who had helped grandfather Jung Cheong Ja, the one who had raised and taught her with such devotion her entire life.
“Then.”
Whoosh.
So Ok Rim soared into the Half-Sky in a single breath and vanished into the distant heavens.
Nam Goong Woon watched her disappear in a daze, then gently touched the tassel hanging from his golden needle sword.
“Dark clouds are gathering over Gangho now.”
He gazed toward the distant sky, sensing that today’s events would bring seismic shifts to Gangho.
“Then both the Main House and I must prepare for the chaos to come.”
Crunch.
Nam Goong Woon clenched his fist tightly.
“Brother Bu.”
As he gazed toward the distant sky, the face of Bu Eunseol rose unbidden in his mind.
“I too shall continue to strengthen myself.”
Gangho had always appeared peaceful, yet in truth it was rotting away, festering with disease.
And at last, the true nature that had cast these dark shadows over Gangho was beginning to reveal itself.
Only one person could stand against it—his sworn brother, Bu Eunseol.
Nam Goong Woon would cultivate his strength even further.
To fight alongside him in the future.
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It was a magnificent Pavilion.
Curved roof tiles stretched toward the heavens, and mysterious patterns were carved into the pillars.
Beside the Pavilion stood a Young Scholar, his posture rigid and upright, gazing at the night sky.
His robes blended white and azure hues, with elaborate embroidery adorning the sleeves and collar.
A bewitchingly beautiful moon hung in the night sky, yet his gaze remained fixed upon the distant stars.
“Things are beginning to shift.”
As if conversing with the stars themselves.
Shadow murmured softly, his eyes still fixed upon the heavens.
“But she has changed as well.”
The Young Scholar gazed upon a star that gleamed with an almost sinister beauty.
“She should be burning with vengeance. Yet how does she emit such radiant light?”
Whoosh.
The Young Scholar stepped from the Pavilion, revealing himself beneath the moonlight.
He possessed balanced, refined features and a tall, commanding frame.
His deep, penetrating eyes flickered with an enigmatic brilliance, as if seeing through all things.
“Why is that?”
To the Young Scholar’s question,
“It appears to be because of him.”
A black-masked Masked Assassin was already prostrated before the Young Scholar.
Certainly, he had not been there when the Young Scholar gazed at the Pavilion, but as he emerged into the moonlight,
The Masked Assassin revealed himself in turn.
“The Sword King, Seon Woo Jin.”
“Seon Woo Jin?”
The Young Scholar’s eyes gleamed.
“The one who became the director of the Murim Alliance’s Intelligence Division.”
“Indeed.”
The Masked Assassin bowed his head.
“At first, they were probing each other with drawn blades, and I thought they were merely allies of convenience whose interests temporarily aligned, sharing the same boat in treacherous waters.
The Masked Assassin continued carefully.
“But after enduring hardships together, trust seems to have accumulated between them. When he was in the Murim Alliance, they were always inseparable.”
“Trust between them.”
“Yes. They trust each other enough to venture together to the Gongsun Family. It appears that since his days as a Third-Rank Lord, he has supported her in every way to become a candidate for the next Alliance Master.”
The Masked Assassin continued.
“Because of this, recently the cold aura has faded somewhat, and she smiles often.”
“She smiles?”
The Young Scholar’s eyes transformed completely.
“She… smiles? Hahahaha!”
The Young Scholar suddenly burst into exhilarated laughter,
Thud.
I ceased my laughter and spoke with glacial precision.
“This cannot be left unattended.”
“His temperament has merely shifted somewhat.”
“Nonsense. One who has sworn vengeance will not waver for anything—least of all someone as stubborn as she is.”
The Young Scholar fixed the Masked Assassin with a piercing gaze.
“If she has truly changed, she must be restored to her former state. Otherwise, it could severely compromise the grand design we have orchestrated thus far.”
A subtle gesture.
Having finished speaking, I extended my hand.
As if it had always been there, a letter slowly descended into the Masked Assassin’s palm.
“Deliver this to her. And…”
My voice grew solemn and grave.
“Eliminate the source of the problem.”
“However…”
The Masked Assassin spoke with careful deliberation.
“If we mobilize the Jung Sun Ga once more and still fail to eliminate Seon Woo Jin, they will inevitably decipher the Heavenly Secrets.”
He lowered his head.
“There is intelligence suggesting that the Fist Sage appeared because he detected your movements. If that is true, this assassination attempt is absolutely inescapable.”
“No matter. It is of no consequence.”
The Young Scholar smiled with amusement.
“If Seon Woo Jin possesses the skill to eliminate an assassin sent by the Jung Sun Ga, all the better.”
He spoke with the eager expression of one attending an entertaining theatrical performance.
“It will be an excellent opportunity to test the blade aimed at me against the shield that is Seon Woo Jin.”
The Masked Assassin’s eyes widened as understanding dawned.
This man had anticipated failure, then anticipated it again…
constructing a trap from which there was absolutely no escape.
“Regardless of all else, Seon Woo Jin will certainly perish this time.”
The Masked Assassin could state this with absolute certainty.
Even if Seon Woo Jin surpassed the level of the Four Gods Seven Kings.
Death was now inevitable for him.

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