The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 99

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Chapter 99.
“An excellent plan indeed.”
Dang Gon nodded with conviction.
“If we eliminate only those who manage the poisons, they will be seized with such dread that they will never dare encroach upon Dang Family territory again.”
“Precisely so.”
Bu Eunseol nodded and spoke again.
“And entrust their command to Heuk Pyo.”
“To Heuk Pyo? Ah, I see.”
Dang Gon, grasping the deeper intent behind Bu Eunseol’s words, turned to address the young members of the Poison Arrow Party.
“You will follow Heuk Pyo and set fire to the key structures of Blood Poison Valley.”
“You mean we should follow the command of that young boy?”
The young man standing at the front frowned in displeasure, and Dang Gon smiled faintly.
“Does the main family’s training include ambush and disruption tactics?”
“Sir?”
Dang Gon pointed to Heuk Pyo standing beside Bu Eunseol and spoke.
“Though Heuk Pyo is young, he is a former intelligence operative of Donghyo Seorang. He surpasses you all in ambush and disruption operations.”
Dang Gon’s instruction was seamless.
He had immediately grasped why Bu Eunseol had entrusted the Poison Arrow Party’s command to Heuk Pyo.
“Should any of you disobey Heuk Pyo’s orders, it is as though you disobey mine. Do you understand?”
“We understand.”
The young members of the Poison Arrow Party reluctantly bowed their heads in unison.
Dang Gon gave Heuk Pyo’s shoulder—still bearing the appearance of youth—a light pat.
“I entrust this to you.”
“Have no concerns, Third Young Master.”
Heuk Pyo lifted his head and grinned.
“I have considerable experience with such matters.”
He turned to address the young members of the Poison Arrow Party.
“Once we infiltrate Blood Poison Valley, you must follow me without fail and set fire to the key structures.”
Heuk Pyo’s gaze swept across them with the keen, battle-hardened eyes of a seasoned veteran, belying his youthful appearance.
“And you must absolutely avoid direct confrontation. Merely obstruct those attempting to extinguish the flames, striking and withdrawing to buy time.”
Heuk Pyo turned again and spoke tersely.
“That concludes my briefing. Now, follow me.”
Whoosh.
As Heuk Pyo unleashed his movement technique, the young members of the Poison Arrow Party exchanged glances before reluctantly pursuing him.
“…!”
Yet the expressions of the young men employing their movement techniques all grew rigid.
No matter how much they accelerated their techniques, they could not keep pace with Heuk Pyo.
‘Indeed, so it is.’
In truth, they had harbored inner resentment when told that a mere boy, Heuk Pyo, would command them.
But now they realized that Heuk Pyo was not merely a master of considerable movement technique, but a seasoned expert who had weathered every trial.
“There are no weak soldiers under a great general, yet I never imagined this child’s divine technique had reached such heights.”
Dang Gon exhaled deeply as he watched Heuk Pyo dart away in concealment.
“But I still cannot comprehend something.”
“What is it?”
“Blood Poison Valley. Just ten years ago, it was nothing more than a third-rate sect buried in Gwang Jung Mountain. Yet suddenly it has grown powerful enough to threaten the main family.”
“Hmm.”
“What’s more, seeing how they’ve developed countermeasures to our poisons and assassination techniques… it seems there must be some force backing them from the shadows.”
“That could well be true.”
Bu Eunseol nodded, her eyes narrowing slightly as she considered the implications.
‘Could it be the Demon Hall?’
The Demon Hall had long been waging a silent war against the Murim Alliance—or rather, the Orthodox Sects.
It was entirely possible they were covertly supporting Blood Poison Valley to weaken the Eight Great Families.
‘But that is none of my concern.’
This matter would be resolved by the Sichuan Dang Family—or more precisely, by Dang Gon, the family’s successor.
Boom! Whoosh!
At that moment, explosions erupted, and flames began consuming various sections of Blood Poison Valley’s interior.
―Fire!
―Extinguish it at once!
As screams and shouts erupted from within Blood Poison Valley, Dang Gon drew a deep breath.
“It’s time we moved.”
He rolled up his sleeves and smiled wickedly at Bu Eunseol.
“Let’s see how quick the people of Blood Poison Valley truly are.”
“Abandon such half-hearted resolve.”
“What do you mean all of a sudden? Half-hearted?”
Bu Eunseol gazed at Dang Gon’s sorrowful eyes and spoke coldly.
“Cultivate a poisoned heart. We are not going to a martial competition—we are going to crush them so thoroughly they can never threaten the Dang Family again.”
“Y-yes, that’s true.”
“If you continue harboring such leisurely and gentle sentiments, you will never ascend further.”
A poisoned heart. Those were words he had heard from Dang Pae as well.
What Dang Gon, a benevolent man, lacked. What was absolutely necessary to become the patriarch of the Dang Family.
Bu Eunseol’s eyes blazed with crimson light as she spoke to Dang Gon with deliberate precision.
“Handle it with such cruelty that they can never crawl back.”
“….”
After a moment of silence, Dang Gon withdrew a black glove from his robes.
It was the Black Silk Battle Armor, a secret weapon of the Dang Family that could vastly amplify the Poison Spirit Execution Killing Technique honed in the Secret Cave.
“I will show you.”
A crimson light emerged in Dang Gon’s eyes, similar to the radiance burning in Bu Eunseol’s gaze.
“A completely transformed version of myself.”
Bul Gwi Dong.
This place housed not only the secret poisons created by Blood Poison Valley, but also mystical creatures such as the Three-Eyed Blood Serpent and the Golden Silkworm Poison Toad.
Clang, clang, clang, clang!
The bell tolled from the heart of Blood Poison Valley, but here in Bul Gwi Dong, far removed from that center, only the faintest metallic ring could be heard.
“Who are you wretches?”
Deep within the heart of Bul Gwi Dong.
Before jars densely arranged in rows stood an elderly man with eyes completely blackened and skin the pallid hue of a corpse, baring his fangs.
It was none other than Sim Dok, the Vice Master of Blood Poison Valley, the Black Killing Ghost Spirit.
‘Damn it.’
Dang Gon swallowed hard as he stared at Sim Dok.
He had expected only a handful of lesser family heads to arrive, despite the talk of leadership.
Yet of all people, Sim Dok—that terrifying Vice Master of Blood Poison Valley—was guarding this place?
“You have poor fortune indeed.”
Sim Dok closed the lid of the jar containing the Golden Silkworm Poison, his serpentine eyes flashing with malice.
“To crawl into a place where I dwell.”
As Sim Dok’s aura radiated outward in all directions, Dang Gon found it difficult even to breathe.
Yet he deliberately scoffed and tapped his waist.
“The misfortune is yours. A year from today will be the anniversary of your death.”
“Hmph, so you’re the dregs of the Dang Family.”
Sim Dok’s eyes fell upon the leather pouch tied at Dang Gon’s waist, and he bared his fangs.
“A bold one with guts. Not content with setting fire to this valley with merely a handful of dregs, you dare enter Bul Gwi Dong?”
Dang Gon gripped the Black Demon Palace Gauntlet with a tense expression.
Sim Dok’s martial prowess had long surpassed its peak. Even joining forces with Bu Eunseol, the probability of victory was infinitesimally small.
“You should look for an opening and—”
Just as Dang Gon glanced at Bu Eunseol and began to speak,
Flash!
A brilliant flash of light erupted through the cave. In an instant, Bu Eunseol had drawn her ink-black sword and was slashing at Sim Dok’s throat.
Clang!
But Sim Dok twisted his body sideways and flicked away the sharp blade with his long black nails.
Having mastered the Ink Soul Remnant Blood Claw, his nails were as hard as iron.
“With merely this level of skill—”
Sim Dok’s words did not continue.
Despite having deflected the blade, Bu Eunseol’s sword still pierced toward his throat.
“What a bizarre sword technique!”
Greatly startled, Sim Dok quickly retreated and drew upon his poison power.
“I’ll leave not even your bones behind!”
Boom!
Sim Dok unleashed the Asura Ghost Blood Poison Technique, spewing toxic energy in all directions.
“Move!”
As the poison energy erupted outward, Dang Gon stepped forward and unfurled his dual palms.
Whoosh!
His dual palms gleamed like transparent glass and began absorbing the black poison energy.
Poison Spirit Minor Palace Killing Technique.
Not only could it absorb all of the Dang Family’s toxins, but it was a secret art that could store poison energy as inner force.
Whoooosh!
As the Poison Spirit Minor Palace Killing Technique spread in all directions, all of Sim Dok’s poison energy that had filled Bul Gwi Dong vanished.
“The Dang Family’s secret transmission—Poison Spirit Minor Palace.”
Sim Dok, who knew the Dang Family’s martial arts well, immediately recognized the Poison Spirit Minor Palace Killing Technique.
“What good is some martial art that merely absorbs poison energy?”
Just as Sim Dok, who had scoffed, was about to unleash another poison technique—Remnant Blood Black Sand Palm—
“Too slow.”
Bu Eunseol had already stepped forward once more, thrusting her blade at Sim Dok’s throat.
Gasp!
Sim Dok barely tilted his head back and swiftly retreated three paces.
“Damn you!”
Seeing blood trickling from his neck, Sim Dok gnashed his teeth.
Because he had cultivated the Asura Blood Poison Energy, the space within three paces around Sim Dok’s body was always filled with virulent poison.
For this reason, even masters found it nearly impossible to engage him in close combat.
But Dang Gon continuously absorbed the poison with the Poison Spirit Minor Palace Killing Technique, and Bu Eunseol seized each opportunity to unleash her sharp blade techniques.
Because of this, Sim Dok found it difficult to utilize his specialty in poison energy and was forced to retreat repeatedly.
“Whelps! Fine then.”
Enraged, Sim Dok’s lips curled upward.
“I’ll create poison so powerful that you won’t even be able to use the Poison Spirit Minor Palace technique.”
Rumble.
At the same moment, black poison mist erupted from his body like hundreds of flames—
“Over there!”
“There are intruders in Bul Gwi Dong!”
Dozens of poison cultivators came surging through the entrance from behind.
‘What are those?’
Dang Gon’s mouth fell open as he watched the poison cultivators pouring into Bul Gwi Dong.
‘It’s already difficult enough to block Sim Dok’s poison energy in front…’
Moreover, the poison cultivators rushing forward each carried a steel shield as tall as an adult, its surface bristling with thick iron spikes.
Judging by the heavy sound with each movement, the weight seemed tremendous.
Crash!
In that instant, Bu Eunseol drew her divine blade and slashed fiercely at the incoming poison cultivators.
Screech!
The dark blade could cleave iron as easily as tofu.
But because the shields the poison cultivators carried were so thick, she managed to cut down only two of them.
“Where are you looking!”
At that moment, Sim Dok from the opposite side unleashed a shout and poured forth the Twelve Stars Asura Blood Poison Energy.
Roar!
Intense poison energy became a massive tidal wave, engulfing Bu Eunseol and Dang Gon’s bodies.
“Hack.”
Dang Gon had been in the Secret Cave for merely four days.
Since he had only recently mastered the Poison Spirit Lesser Palace Killing Technique, he couldn’t perfectly defend against Sim Dok’s Asura Blood Poison Skill.
Slash!
Bu Eunseol cut down several more poison cultivators, but from the entrance, an endless stream of them continued to pour in.
‘This is dire.’
Dang Gon’s expression grew urgent.
From the entrance, the poison cultivators of Blood Poison Valley kept surging forward. And from within, Sim Dok unleashed torrents of poisonous energy.
It was truly a situation with no escape in either direction.
“There’s no choice.”
Bu Eunseol, watching the poison cultivators flood in, called out to Dang Gon.
“How long can you hold against Sim Dok?”
Dang Gon, pouring out the Poison Spirit Lesser Palace Killing Technique with all his might, cried out with bloodshot eyes on his forehead.
“About ninety seconds!”
“Good.”
Bu Eunseol, watching the poison cultivators surge forward, sheathed her black sword.
“Just hold on a moment longer.”
Then she drew upon her inner energy with full force.
Whoosh!
A blue aura erupted from Bu Eunseol’s body, and a circular sword aura began to slowly condense at the tip of her blade.
‘That… that is…’
Dang Gon’s eyes widened as he witnessed it.
Materializing sword aura required not only martial prowess at the Transcendent Realm but also inner energy exceeding his own by a considerable margin.
Whoosh!
As the black-tinged sword aura of the dark blade rose more than six inches, Bu Eunseol unleashed her sword technique.
Tsss! Tsss! Tsss! Tsss!
Yet the sword aura Bu Eunseol released shot not at the poison cultivators themselves but above their heads into empty space.
‘A failure?’
Just as Dang Gon’s eyes widened in disbelief,
Whoosh! Boom!
The sword aura that had shot into the air suddenly exploded like fireworks, transforming into hundreds of razor-sharp lines that began descending toward the ground.
Unbound by the sword’s trajectory, freely manipulating the sword aura—the formless celestial style technique, Caged Bird Yearning for Clouds, had been unleashed.
Splatter!
With the sound of viscous liquid striking the walls, the poison cultivators’ heads began splitting vertically in two.
The sharp sword aura pouring from the heavens descended like a descending dragon, piercing downward from sky to earth.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
As the poison cultivators crowded at the entrance fell like autumn leaves, the interior of Bul Gwi Dong fell into silence.
“You… you are…”
Sim Dok, who had been unleashing poisonous energy, stopped his movements, his face drained of color.
Only now did he realize that Bu Eunseol was a master of equal—no, superior—caliber to himself.

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