The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 97

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Chapter 97.
“Pathetic.”
Bu Eunseol gazed down at Dang Sa Heon, who clutched his abdomen, her expression etched with disappointment.
“You wield your sword poorly, and you don’t even employ secret techniques. What exactly have you been cultivating all this time?”
Stung by the insulting words, Dang Sa Heon grasped his sword again, but his eyes had already dimmed like dying embers.
He had been struck in the belly with a bare fist—nothing more, nothing less.
Recognizing the vast chasm between their abilities, he had completely lost his will to fight.
‘How can someone so young have reached a realm higher than mine?’
Even for the most gifted prodigy, it was customary to merely enter the threshold of the peak in one’s early twenties.
Yet Bu Eunseol’s power had clearly transcended the peak itself, reaching the middle stages of the Transcendent Realm.
“Do not worry. I cannot kill anyone bearing the Dang surname within the family’s walls.”
Bu Eunseol regarded the trembling Dang Sa Heon with an even tone.
“There is no need to shake like that.”
“I’m… I’m trembling?”
Dang Sa Heon looked down at his body, which quivered like an aspen leaf.
“This cannot be!”
Dang Sa Heon unleashed his inner energy with all his might, as if in desperation. His muscles swelled to twice their size, and brilliant white light blazed from his eyes.
Primordial True Qi.
He had drawn forth the formidable primordial true qi that dwells innately within the human body from birth.
“If you evade this, I shall concede defeat to you!”
With primordial true qi unleashed, Dang Sa Heon was attempting to execute the Swift Blade—a technique that wagered his very life force.
‘I should test how far Extreme Speed Shadowless has progressed.’
In truth, I had intended to deploy the Rhombus Sword Technique to block Dang Sa Heon’s swift blade.
But as Heuk Pyo watched the fierce exchange with burning eyes from afar, I chose instead to deploy Extreme Speed Shadowless to evade the swift blade.
Whoosh!
Dang Sa Heon’s swift blade, powered by primordial true qi, was like light itself.
There was no sense of the technique unfolding, no preparatory movement whatsoever—only a torrent of force.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
In that instant, my entire body became a blur.
A supreme movement technique that, if mastered to perfection, allows one to traverse ten thousand li in a single day and shift one’s position ninety-nine times without moving from one’s spot—Extreme Speed Shadowless had been deployed.
“Impossible.”
The extended swift blade had stopped mere inches from my throat.
Within a single breath, I had shifted my position eighty-two times, narrowly escaping the blade’s range.
“Ugh…”
As his swift blade technique missed despite his full exertion, Dang Sa Heon began to age rapidly.
Having detonated the primordial true qi—the life force inherent to his body—in a single burst, his core inner energy had been completely depleted.
“A reckless attempt.”
Bu Eunseol, looking down at the gasping Dang Sa Heon, clicked her tongue.
“Inner energy must be wielded in a state where one can freely gather and release it. If you deploy a swift blade using primordial true qi, recovery becomes impossible. Why would you attempt such a technique?”
Such swordplay fundamentally violated the principles of the blade.
Dang Sa Heon had used it for a mutual destruction technique, but even that had missed, and his inner energy was depleted… meaning he could no longer be a warrior of the Dang Family.
“A frog in a well, indeed.”
He turned his body weakly, his ragged breathing finally subsiding.
With all his martial power gone, nothing remained but to retire from the Murim.
“You cannot simply leave.”
“Are you saying I must forfeit my life?”
As Dang Sa Heon asked in hollow desperation, Bu Eunseol shook her head.
“Then why did you summon me?”
“You hold a sufficiently high position, so you should understand.”
“Understand what?”
Bu Eunseol spoke coldly, looking down at Dang Sa Heon’s grotesquely contorted face.
“The next stepping stone for Dang Bi.”
* * *
Crash.
Dang Bi’s rage was no longer confined to mere furnishings. He destroyed the walls and pillars within Soo Woon Gak as he screamed.
“Send the Jeol Dok Dae!”
“That is not possible, Young Master.”
Dang Sa Woon shook his head.
“This brigade exists as your Personal Guard Brigade to protect your safety. Its combat strength must never be compromised.”
“Stop joking! Won’t that bastard Dang Gon arrive tomorrow!”
Through this incident, Dang Bi had lost two capable masters under his command.
If he left Bu Eunseol alone, he would have merely caused trouble and lost excellent subordinates for nothing.
“What’s done is done! Before Dang Gon arrives, that woman must be killed without fail!”
Dang Bi possessed a brutal temperament, but his instincts were exceptionally sharp.
He instinctively understood that if Bu Eunseol remained at Dang Gon’s side, he could not guarantee what would happen next.
“Understood.”
Dang Sa Woon, lowering his head, spoke while biting his lips.
“However, the Jeol Dok Dae alone will not suffice.”
“What do you mean?”
“Given the circumstances, we must ensure her death with certainty.”
He raised his head and looked directly at Dang Bi.
“Young Master, summon all the warriors of the Outer Quarters and surround Cheong Yang So Chuk.”
“Surround it?”
“Yes.”
Dang Sa Woon, biting his lips with eyes wide open, spoke with grim resolve.
“And I shall enter with the Jeol Dok Dae.”
The next day.
Dang Bi summoned all the masters of the Outer Quarters under his command and surrounded both Cheong Yang So Chuk and the Star Courtyard where Bu Eunseol was staying.
The official explanation was that ‘the one brought by Dang Gon is scheming something disreputable for the main family.’
Had Dang Gon been present, he would have immediately reported to Dang Pae or overturned the Inner Quarters to prevent this.
Yet Bu Eunseol merely smiled as if watching an entertaining opera, her gaze fixed beyond the window.
*Whoosh.*
The masters of the Outer Quarters moved in dizzying coordination, unfurling the Dae Cheon Ra Mang Formation—a formation rivaling the legendary Shaolin’s One Hundred Eight Arhats Formation—to completely seal off Cheong Yang So Chuk.
*Creak.*
As the encirclement was completed, Dang Sa Woon, dressed in blue robes and leading the Jeol Dok Dae, spoke with a solemn expression.
“Bu Eunseol. Come out!”
*Creak.*
The gates of Star Courtyard opened, and Bu Eunseol emerged alone, her silent blade at her side.
“You’ve brought quite the entourage.”
Though the Jeol Dok Dae members wielding their poison blades had surrounded her, Bu Eunseol’s smile was one of genuine delight.
That smile filled Dang Sa Woon with a deeply ominous premonition.
‘This is not good.’
Yet they had already mounted the tiger. There was no turning back now.
“Bu Eunseol! According to intelligence our brigade recently obtained, you are….”
“Spare me the tedious theatrics.”
Bu Eunseol gazed at Dang Sa Woon, her smile weary yet resolute.
“Blood will have to spill before this ends anyway.”
“You intend to resist?”
“Of course.”
As Bu Eunseol answered playfully throughout, Dang Sa Woon cried out loudly.
“Very well! All Jeol Dok Dae members, unfurl the Sa Hoon Dok Ra Formation!”
The Sa Hoon Dok Ra Formation.
The secret formation technique of the Jeol Dok Dae, one of the Dang Family’s most formidable combat brigades, it sealed the movements of enemies within the formation.
And it was a supreme technique that would completely blanket that space with the Dang Family’s prized extreme poison, Sangrin Namyoung.
“Ahhhhh!”
Yet before the formation could even fully deploy, a sudden scream pierced the air.
Abruptly, a torrential barrage of poison projectiles began raining down from above.
“On the roof!”
Dang Sa Woon shouted.
On the roof stood a boy in black robes—Heuk Pyo—with a circular ammunition device strapped to his back, scattering the projectiles.
It was none other than the Dang Family’s specialized rapid-fire needle launcher, capable of dispersing countless projectiles at once.
“How did he discover the weakness of the Sa Hoon Dok Ra Formation?”
The Sa Hoon Dok Ra Formation was a supreme technique that suppressed enemies using the cardinal directions and poison as its medium.
This left it defenseless against attacks raining from above, and as hundreds of needle projectiles poured down, the members found themselves unable to maintain their positions.
“Dissolve the formation!”
As Dang Sa Woon cried out, Bu Eunseol let out a soft laugh.
“You should have done this before sending Dang Sa Heon.”
In that moment, realization dawned on Dang Sa Woon, and his mouth fell open.
“Could it be that the Patriarch revealed the weakness of the Sa Hoon Dok Ra Formation to you?”
“There’s nothing to ‘break’ about it. To safely handle extreme poisons like Sangrin Namyoung with multiple people, one must secure the cardinal positions first.”
*Screech.*
Finally drawing my ink blade, I spoke with icy resolve.
“Now, let us end this.”
*Whoosh!*
The ink blade, radiating a chilling aura, thrust toward the Jeol Dok Dae member’s throat.
*Crash!*
Every member of Jeol Dok Dae was an elite who had endured a decade of grueling training.
Yet not a single one could block my blade.
*Clang!*
Dang Sa Woon unsheathed his hidden blade and intercepted the attack aimed at one of the members instead.
‘Ugh.’
But the counter-force embedded in my ink blade was so overwhelming that he felt himself pressed down as if by the earth itself.
“Heavy sword technique?”
“You know well.”
I suddenly spun my ink blade through the air while employing heavy sword technique, and the trajectory of the projectiles raining down from behind shifted abruptly.
I had unleashed the Thousand Defeat Sword Extreme Form.
‘This woman is a sword demon!’
Within merely two breaths of my engagement, two more Jeol Dok Dae members collapsed, spraying blood.
At this rate, all of Jeol Dok Dae would fall within moments.
‘There’s no choice.’
Dang Sa Woon’s eyes flashed.
Had this been outside, he would have been helpless. But this was none other than the interior of the Sichuan Dang Family.
No matter how exceptional a master Bu Eunseol was, there existed a way to eliminate her here.
‘There’s no other way.’
The moment Dang Sa Woon reached into his robes to retrieve something small,
*Boom!*
“What is the meaning of this――――!”
A tremendous lion’s roar accompanied the shattering of the main gate as a gray silhouette strode forward.
It was none other than Dang Gon, who had entered the Secret Cave.
He had mastered the secret technique in merely three days, when four had been anticipated.
“Dang Sa Woon!”
Dang Gon’s voice thundered with authority.
Until now, he had treated everyone in the Dang Family with courtesy and never spoken down to anyone.
But now he glared at Dang Sa Woon like a ravenous beast, killing intent blazing in his eyes.
“Third Young Master.”
“Silence!”
Dang Gon fixed his gaze upon Dang Sa Woon and spoke with thunderous force.
“You call me Third Young Master while addressing my guest staying in my quarters, yet you surrounded and attacked her without any justification whatsoever!”
“….”
Dang Sa Woon found himself speechless, even if he possessed ten mouths.
Dang Gon swept his gaze across Dang Sa Woon and the Jeol Dok Dae, his voice dropping low.
“I will report this matter directly to Father myself!”
Dang Sa Woon could not hide his shock.
It was not the fear of punishment, but rather that Dang Gon had called the family head “Father”—not “Lord Family Head.”
‘He has acknowledged it.’
Until now, burdened by the shame of being born outside the main line, he had always addressed Dang Pae as “Lord Family Head.”
But now, having formally returned from the Secret Cave, he had completely shed even the inferiority complex he had harbored for so long.
“Leave. I cannot bear to look upon your face.”
At Dang Gon’s command, Dang Sa Woon bowed his head in silence and withdrew the Jeol Dok Dae.
“….”
Dang Gon’s expression burned like a roaring lion. Silence hung in the air for a time, and only then did his face return to its usual gentleness.
“You have endured much hardship.”
Dang Gon sighed, his expression tinged with remorse.
“Dang Bi, I knew he was brutal, but I never imagined he would commit such an outrageous act.”
“Third Young Master.”
As Heuk Pyo descended from the roof, Dang Gon patted his shoulder with an expression of approval.
“You too have suffered greatly.”
“Think nothing of it. It was of little consequence.”
Bu Eunseol sheathed her sword as though nothing had transpired.
“And do not concern yourself with Dang Bi either. His influence has been severely weakened by this incident.”
“His influence has been weakened?”
As Dang Gon blinked, Heuk Pyo whispered softly.
“The Second Young Master sent assassins after our young master twice. When that failed, he resorted to this desperate act.”
“Twice, you say?”
“Yes. Having failed so spectacularly today, he has surely lost considerable support among the people.”
Bu Eunseol’s prediction proved accurate.
When rumors spread that Dang Bi had sent assassins three times while Dang Gon was away, the factions supporting him dwindled rapidly.
Moreover, having lost half of the Jeol Dok Dae, Dang Bi’s own forces were significantly weakened.
As matters deteriorated, Dang Bi ceased all external activities and secluded himself within Soo Woon Gak, refusing to leave.
Yet there was one more change: factions began to emerge in support of Dang Gon.
“What brings you here, Elder?”
Seated across from Dang Gon at the table was an elderly man with white hair combed neatly back.
It was Dang Pyo, an elder of the Dang Family and the Master of Sumi Hall.
“As a candidate for deputy family head, I wish to offer you my support.”

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