The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 81

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Chapter 81.
As the projectiles the Blood Ghost Party members hurled came flying back with perfect accuracy, they cried out in alarm.
‘What kind of sword technique is that?!’
Yang Myeong’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Despite wandering the Gangho for over twenty years, I had never witnessed a sword technique capable of redirecting projectiles back at their source.
“Scatter!”
At his command, the Blood Ghost Party members hiding throughout the Forest quickly dodged out of harm’s way.
Thunk, thunk, thunk!
The redirected projectiles then embedded themselves into the ancient trees where they had been concealed.
The fact that the launched projectiles returned unchanged—it was as though the Blood Ghost Party members were marking their own hiding places.
“There you are.”
Bu Eunseol, having unleashed the Extreme Speed Shadowless technique, moved like a phantom through the Forest, cutting down the concealed Blood Ghost Party members one by one.
“Gahhh!”
“Ughh!”
Each time the brilliant flash of the blade illuminated the Forest, the screams of the Blood Ghost Party members erupted without fail.
As five Blood Ghost Party members collapsed in quick succession, Yang Myeong shouted.
“Deploy the formation!”
Whoooosh.
In that instant, a fierce wind swept through the Forest, and the sound of rustling leaves echoed from all directions. The Blood Ghost Party’s vaunted offensive formation was beginning to unfold.
“Young Master, be careful!”
Heuk Pyo, who had been hiding in the trees near where Bu Eunseol stood, cried out urgently.
“It’s the Black Slaughter Descending Lock Formation—it completely obscures your vision!”
Upon hearing this, Bu Eunseol smiled.
An offensive formation was essentially multiple individuals drawing a single predetermined pattern in concert.
Yet each of them possessed different body frames, stride lengths, and even temperaments and martial prowess.
Having mastered the extreme limits of the Beast Path, I could unfailingly detect the minute gaps where the formation failed to achieve perfect harmony.
Darkness engulfed everything.
As the formation deployed, Bu Eunseol’s vision turned completely black.
The Black Slaughter Descending Lock Formation’s function was to sever the target’s sight and senses, rendering counterattacks ineffective.
“My senses and vision are cut off… I see.”
Standing in the darkness, Bu Eunseol let out a scoff before simultaneously unleashing both movement and sword techniques.
Slash, slash, slash, slash!
It appeared as though I was swinging the blade wildly without form or pattern, disregarding all convention.
“Ahhhhh!”
Once again, screams erupted from all directions.
Yang Myeong was astounded as Bu Eunseol continued to cut down Blood Ghost Party members despite wielding the sword in what seemed like haphazard motions.
Was it because of such exceptional sword mastery that even chaotic, random swings generated tremendous power?
“You’ve never fought against a true master before, have you?”
Bu Eunseol let out a soft laugh.
After all, I had entered the formation alone. With enemies surrounding me on all sides, I could swing the blade without hesitation or restraint.
However, the masters of the Blood Ghost Party could kill each other with their techniques, so they couldn’t freely unleash hidden weapons or sword methods—they could only attack in a controlled manner.
“Dissolve the formation, now!”
Only then did Yang Myeong, who had grasped the formation’s weakness, cry out loudly.
‘Those trapped in the Black Killing Chain Formation panic and know not what to do… yet this bastard grasps its flaws instantly!’
In truth, Yang Myeong was a master of exceptional martial prowess, but he had never commanded the entire Blood Ghost Party before.
Since Hell Blood Castle took root in the martial world, had there ever been an occasion to unleash blood ghosts en masse against a single opponent?
Backed by the prestige of the Ten Demonic Gates, he had walked the martial world freely for twenty years—there had never been reason to employ such tactics.
“Aaaaagh!”
Even as he spoke, the screams continued.
“Tch…”
Finally, as the formation dissolved, a gruesome sight revealed itself before his eyes.
Where the blood ghosts had been concealed, blood pooled and flowed, and among it lay fallen corpses.
Their number exceeded fourteen.
In less than half a quarter hour, roughly a third of the blood ghosts had fallen.
“This wretch…”
Yang Myeong ground his teeth and bellowed.
“Strike her down!”
The remaining blood ghosts’ eyes gleamed as they encircled Bu Eunseol.
They had all been trained personally by Yang Myeong, and every one of them had mastered the Poison Strength Scripture to at least the third tier, their bodies hard as steel.
But this was Yang Myeong’s mistake.
He should have ambushed her before she obtained the Silent Blade.
A low hum resonated.
As I infused the Extreme Polar True Qi into the Silent Blade, a dark radiance erupted skyward with a muted sword cry.
As I unfolded my sword technique, the blood ghosts were pushed back by invisible currents before the blade even touched them.
Whissssh.
As the darkened sword tip danced through the void, dozens and hundreds of sword qi cascaded upon the blood ghosts who had charged forward first.
“Ahhh!”
As my comrades in the vanguard collapsed like bundles of straw, the blood ghosts in the rear and flanks surrounded me while unleashing their poison techniques.
As a deluge of extreme toxins poured forth, a pungent stench accompanied what seemed like black mist spreading in all directions.
“You’re caught now, wretch!”
Witnessing this, Yang Myeong’s face broke into a satisfied smile.
No matter how formidable a master, once surrounded by poison mist, poisoning was inevitable.
Whissssh. Crackle!
Yet the sword qi I unleashed grew ever sharper, and my movements remained as agile as before.
“Why… shows no signs of poisoning?”
Hearing Yang Myeong’s words, I inwardly scoffed.
Even before mastering proper inner cultivation techniques, I could hold my breath for over a quarter hour while playing dead.
Now, having reached the third tier of the Extreme Polar Heart Method, I could hold my breath for over an hour on a single breath and wield my sword—such was my level.
“Holding your breath, are you?”
Yang Myeong, having discerned my state, let out a low chuckle.
“Stop wasting time. The poison of my nature is absorbed through the skin as well.”
At those words, Bu Eunseol doubled the inner energy she channeled into the Silent Blade.
“Hah!”
With a sharp exhale, she unleashed a powerful strike that cut down all the Blood Ghosts swarming around her.
Then, suddenly, instead of infusing her inner energy into the blade, she dispersed it throughout her entire body’s meridians.
Boom!
As the inner energy turned inward, a violent gust erupted outward, sending her hair whipping in all directions.
Seeing the flash of light ignite in Bu Eunseol’s eyes, Yang Myeong sensed something amiss and cried out loudly.
“Retreat!”
Until now, the swordplay Bu Eunseol had unleashed was as devastating as a thunderbolt.
He had anticipated that when she poured forth such formidable inner energy, she would launch an attack of tremendous magnitude.
Drip, drip, drip.
At that moment, black liquid was dripping from Bu Eunseol’s left hand.
Upon hearing Yang Myeong’s warning, she realized the poison had been absorbed through her skin. She immediately employed the Poison Reversal Technique.
“Party Leader Yang. I suggest you speak less.”
As Bu Eunseol smiled faintly and spoke, malice blazed forth from Yang Myeong’s eyes.
“Use the Poison Dance again!”
At Yang Myeong’s command, the Blood Ghosts unleashed their poisonous energy once more.
Whoosh!
But Bu Eunseol’s swordplay was even faster.
The moment they extended their arms, it was as if they were merely placing their hands upon the Silent Blade.
“Aaaagh!”
Having severed the arms of the Blood Ghosts pouring forth their poison, Bu Eunseol broke through and swung her blade toward a towering ancient tree twice the size of an adult human’s torso.
Slash.
With the sound of air being rent asunder, the great tree split horizontally, and the bodies of the Blood Ghosts concealed within were bisected.
Silent and soundless.
The more fully Bu Eunseol wielded her blade, the more the sound of air-splitting that should naturally emanate from the sword began to fade away.
‘Indeed, it deserves to be called a divine blade.’
As Bu Eunseol unfolded her swordplay in that profound silence, she marveled inwardly.
Glimmer!
The Silent Blade was forged from Earthly Extreme Dark Iron.
Because of this, it could cut through steel as easily as tofu, and with merely a gentle infusion of inner energy, it extended its blade aura as if she had poured forth her full power.
Whisper, whisper.
With exquisite swordplay layered upon the keen divine blade, the Blood Ghosts were utterly helpless.
The Blood Ghosts, who had wandered the Gangho for so long, fell like autumn leaves with each swing of Bu Eunseol’s sword.
“Gack!”
Those few who barely managed to block her blade collapsed, spewing blood. The tremendous counter-force contained in Bu Eunseol’s strike had shattered their internal organs.
Boom. Boom.
In less time than it took to drink a cup of tea, all the Blood Ghosts concealed in the Forest had become guests of the netherworld.
Only then did Yang Myeong realize he had made a grave mistake.
I had failed to properly gauge Bu Eunseol’s true capabilities.
‘This is different from the sparring matches at the Jeong Mu Dae Hoe.’
When a life-or-death battle unfolded, Bu Eunseol unleashed ruthless killing techniques without hesitation.
Moreover, as I grew more accustomed to facing poison masters and poison cultivators, my strength surged once again.
Of course, such sudden martial enhancement was something no one could have predicted, but….
“How dare you!”
As Bu Eunseol struck down all the blood ghosts, Yang Myeong’s eyes blazed crimson with fury.
All the renown and status he had accumulated over decades, along with every single subordinate, had been utterly destroyed.
“I will devour you!”
Bu Eunseol watched Yang Myeong charge forward and silently raised the Silent Blade diagonally, ready to strike.
I was about to unleash a swordsmanship worthy of being a master of the Ten Demonic Gates.
Seeing that confident and tyrannical stance, Yang Myeong’s warrior spirit, hidden deep within his chest, began to boil.
“Tricks are unnecessary!”
Boom!
As Yang Myeong unleashed the Poison Strength Demonic Art with all his power, a dark aura surged skyward from his body.
“Face me head-on!”
With a battle cry, Yang Myeong leaped into the air and unleashed a fierce earthen wind.
Simultaneously, his body, now transformed by the Poison Strength Demonic Art itself, crashed toward Bu Eunseol.
This was the final desperate technique he could muster.
Watching the earthen wind pour down, Bu Eunseol drew the Silent Blade in an X-shaped slash with all her might.
Formless Celestial Flow, Third Form.
Waning Moon, Dawning Star.
Flash!
In that instant, Yang Myeong beheld countless beams of light cascading before his eyes.
It was less a sword technique than something sorrowful and brilliant… like starlight that slowly fades as dawn breaks.
“Such an endlessly transformative swordsmanship.”
Blood trickled from the corner of Yang Myeong’s mouth.
“Was this the fate of this sect master?”
At this point, Yang Myeong found himself laughing.
Though he possessed a cruel nature, he too was a master of the Ten Demonic Gates who had dominated an era.
As he sensed the approach of his final moment, his cruelty faded, revealing instead a dignified bearing.
“This sect master did not misjudge your abilities. I simply failed to recognize the martial talent bestowed by heaven itself.”
And he walked steadily toward Bu Eunseol.
Gush.
Dark crimson blood poured from Yang Myeong’s mouth.
Though there were no external wounds, the tremendous pressure contained within the blade had ruptured all his internal organs.
Yang Myeong wore a hollow smile.
“Even if I had harbored no ambitions and devoted myself solely to the martial way, I could not have withstood this technique.”
Yang Myeong’s expression seemed somehow relieved.
“I have roamed the martial realm for decades, and in the end, I have witnessed the greatest swordsmanship… I have no regrets.”
Thump.
With those words, he collapsed where he stood.
Yang Myeong, who had long earned renown as the master of the Blood Ghost Party of Hell Blood Castle.
Yet even he carried deep regrets throughout his life. His beginning was promising, but he could never reach the pinnacle.
That is why he struggled desperately to climb higher by any means.
So he volunteered for the mission to recover the Eternal Divine Blade, only to meet his end at Bu Eunseol’s hands.
“Young Master.”
Whoosh.
Then Heuk Pyo, who had been hiding in the ancient tree, descended to the ground.
“I will handle the cleanup.”
“No need.”
“If we leave it as is, you and Hell Blood Castle will become enemies.”
At those words, Bu Eunseol’s eyes narrowed.
“Hell Blood Castle is no third-rate faction. Since they were greedy and struck first, they may harbor resentment, but they will lodge no formal protest.”
“Are you certain?”
Bu Eunseol nodded.
“Besides, poison masters who have cultivated toxic arts cannot simply be buried in the earth.”
“I possess a Fire Spirit Stone.”
“Since they received this mission, Hell Blood Castle will be watching for their whereabouts. They will discover the bodies before they are greatly damaged.”
Click.
Bu Eunseol sheathed the sword and spoke in a low voice.
“If we arbitrarily incinerate the corpses, we may instead invite their censure.”
Heuk Pyo seemed to accept this, yet could not hide his worried expression.
The master of Hell Blood Castle was the most ruthless demon expert in the martial world. He feared that an irreparable enmity with Hell Blood Castle might have been forged.
“Understood.”
Heuk Pyo nodded, but Bu Eunseol remained motionless, standing as before.
Just as Heuk Pyo, sensing something amiss, was about to speak,
“Come out.”
Bu Eunseol gazed toward the distant night sky and spoke in a low voice.
“If you continue hiding, I will regard you as an enemy.”

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