The Heavenly Demon of the Blue Sky - Chapter 66

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Cheong Cheon Heavenly Demon, Chapter 66
Whoosh!
The sturdy outer defenses proved worthless as the broad courtyard of the Namgung Main Residence was torn open with brutal force.
Through spraying slate fragments and billowing dust, the main force of the Blood Cult surged upward.
A horrifying and grotesque entrance—as if a swarm of malevolent spirits had clawed their way up from a grave.
It was clearly meant to strike terror into the heart the instant they laid eyes on drawn blades.
Unfortunately for them, such a shallow gambit had no effect on me whatsoever.
I was no commander watching from behind, content to observe; I was simply grateful that my enemies had taken the trouble to close the distance themselves.
I stood atop the hall roof, regarding them with unhurried calm.
Perhaps Sin Ma had convinced himself that the underground ambush was flawless.
The enemy commander in the center, Sin Ma, instead of turning pale, trembled with confusion at the sight of my composure—as though I’d known all along exactly what to expect.
“You arrogant little wretch! Where do you get off showing such ease, as if you know everything?”
Unable to conceal his shock, he reddened with fury and bellowed.
“The tricks of parasitic grave-worms are always the same.”
I curled my lip into a sneer; his ugly face twisted into something positively grotesque.
He screwed it up with all his might before shrieking at the subordinates around him.
“Let’s see how long you can smile! Now! Awaken the Corpse Demons!”
The moment the order fell, the sorcerers pressed both hands to the earth.
Crack-crack-crack! Bang!
The ground fractured violently, and dozens of decrepit wooden coffins burst from the soil.
Soon their lids shattered, and from within emerged the same low-grade Corpse Demons I’d seen at the Yongbong Gathering.
For living martial artists, this alone would have been catastrophic, but Sin Ma’s true trump card lay elsewhere.
Bang!
He licked his foul tongue and drove his staff down against the ground with tremendous force.
In that instant, a sound of metal rang out—a weight incomparably greater than that of the low-grade coffins, as if the very earth itself shrieked.
Three massive iron coffins emerged, bristling with terrible majesty.
Screech! The lids exploded outward.
From within blazed three pairs of eyes—darkly abyssal, yet burning with a fierce crimson glow.
The pillars and core strength of the Jinjueon Clan, once formidable in Shanxi.
Eon Gi Mu, the Grand Elder known as a master of the previous generation.
Eon Cheol, the Clan Head’s most trusted bodyguard,
and Eon Mu Gang, the Clan Head who had earned fame as the White Tiger of Jinjueon.
Their bodies—once masters of External Martial Arts and Fist Technique in life—were now sheathed in iron and refined into Corpse Demons, swollen to grotesque, towering proportions.
Without wielding any weapon, they simply stood there, radiating an overwhelming pressure that choked the very air around them.
“Well? Do your knees still tremble with such confidence?”
Sin Ma glared at me with eyes alight with madness.
“Tear that arrogant whelp limb from limb!”
Thud-thud! The Corpse Demons stamped the marble floor into deep gouges, hurtling toward me. But then—
“Making a show with the dead, are we?”
I fixed my gaze on Jegal Un, who stood ready on the roof of the hall, and shouted.
“Activate the barrier!”
“We await your word!”
Jegal Un, who’d been standing by on the roof, swept open the White Feather Fan with force and called out to the Namgung retainers stationed at key points within the residence.
“Activate the formation’s heart!”
The enormous talismans affixed to the inner walls and hall facades—
The talented disciples of the Jegal Clan pressed their hands upon them simultaneously, flooding them with vital force.
Blast!
At once, a brilliant crimson radiance exploded from the talismans, searing to the eyes.
It wove together toward the sky, forming a vast, densely undulating barrier.
As if a snug cage had been drawn over Cheong Cheon within the Namgung compound.
The Tae Eul Byeok Sa Dae Jin had activated perfectly, creating a spectacle.
“Grrrrgh!”
“Keeeeyaaaah!”
The moment the transparent barrier fell into place, exactly what we’d anticipated came to pass.
To the living, it was merely a pleasant breeze; to the dead Corpse Demons, it was nothing less than chains.
The Corpse Demons floundered as if mired in a swamp, their limbs growing heavy as stone; those who approached the talisman-marked walls began to char black as if struck by lightning.
“Uuuugh…….”
Even the iron Corpse Demons, which had radiated such overwhelming force, were not exempt.
Unlike the low-grade corpses, their skin did not burn away, yet their stride forward visibly slowed and grew sluggish, as if trampled by invisible weight.
“This—this can’t be……!”
Sin Ma’s complexion drained to ashen grey.
“Damn those wretches of the Jegal Clan!”
He hadn’t anticipated they could merge talismans with Daoist formation techniques to unfold a barrier like this.
Their thorough preparation was evident in the panic flickering across his face.
“What good does it do to bind the footsteps of the dead? Can you possibly stop us, the living?”
With that, he roared sharply at the assassins surrounding him.
“Strike down those rat-like Jegal dogs first! We cannot spare our hands from the talismans—we must maintain the formation!”
The Blood Cult assassins surged toward the unguarded Jegal Clan, overwhelming them in an instant.
But it was precisely then that he, too, should have foreseen what was coming.
“Amitabha Buddha! The shield of the Adamantine One stands here—how dare you vile demons seek to prey upon the living?”
“Filthy vermin! How dare you lay hands upon honored guests of the Namgung Clan! Before the Dog-Beating Formation of the Beggar Clan, your schemes are nothing!”
Hye Gwang and Jang Ho, who had been lying in ambush in the alley, emerged with a fierce battle cry.
Shaolin monks swept their long staffs, unfurling an iron-clad defensive formation, while beggars crossed their Dog-Beating Staffs, encircling the Jegal Clan’s talents without a gap.
Crash! Clang, clang-clang!
The assassins who struck the solid barrier rebounded like autumn leaves scattered by wind.
As the ambush faltered, bloodlust flooded Sin Ma’s eyes.
Recognizing Hye Gwang and Jang Ho at the fore, he roared with seething hatred.
“You! The ones who harmed my master alongside that whelp of the Namgung!”
Sin Ma, burning with fury, thrust forward the Grand Elder of the Jinjueon Clan, Eon Gi Mu.
“Tear these monks and beggars to shreds and shatter that barrier at once!”
It was futile to expect reason from one already dead.
He merely obeyed his master’s command.
Thud! Eon Gi Mu surged forward heavily toward Hye Gwang and Jang Ho.
Then Sin Ma turned his gaze upon me.
“Kill you, and this house of cards crumbles! What arrogance, stepping to the front like that! Fool!”
He ordered his guard, Eon Cheol, forward to end my life.
I tilted the Cheong Hae Go Wol and drew up the Cheong Cheon Ma Ki.
In that moment, preparing a decisive strike against an old master of the Orthodox Sects—
Whistle! Chime!
A sharp silver projectile tore through the air and lodged in Eon Cheol’s knee.
Immediately after, Namgung’s Dual Swords, wreathed in azure sword energy, came crashing down on Eon Cheol’s forearm, twisting his trajectory aside.
“How dare you raise a hand against my cherished brother! I won’t forgive it!”
“I’ve cleared out all those swarming crows! We’ll handle this front!”
Yu Hwa and Dang So Yeon entered the fray, each leading their own forces.
Namgung Hyeok hurled Eon Cheol far from Eon Mu Gang and took his stance.
“This won’t be easy.”
“But we have to try!”
It would be a hard fight, but I had no choice but to trust them.
As I fixed my eyes on Eon Mu Gang, Seomun Ho appeared before me.
“Clan Head Eon Mu Gang is an exceptional martial master of our generation—he had already transcended the peak in life. Here, only I can stand against him.”
Piercing eyes shifted between Sin Ma and Eon Mu Gang.
“As for this Sin Ma—he possesses the power to unfold strange sorcery from a distance and sow chaos across the battlefield. Only the Namgung Clan Head, who understands the Blood Cult well, can contain him. It seems fitting that we each take our opponent.”
“Can you manage it? You mustn’t die. I still have mountains of things you need to do for me.”
His tone was calculating and cold, yet beneath it lay a profound sense of responsibility.
It resembled the face of Seomun Young, the son he had lost in grief.
Soon a faint smile spread across Seomun Ho’s lined lips.
“Of course. Not long ago, all I wished for was death, but now it is different. The Seomun Clan, driven to the cliff’s edge, was embraced willingly by the Namgung. I shall repay this debt, and I shall live to do it.”
“Good. I’ll trust you.”
Before the words had finished leaving my lips, I hooked the Cheon Jam Sa beneath the eaves. My body spun, and I leapt skyward by pushing against the void.
Sin Ma, unable to bear the gap, unleashed a sinister sorcery.
“Where do you find the leisure to choose opponents! The initiative still belongs to me!”
“Stop your whining.”
I swatted aside the Black Talismans raining down like arrows.
Simultaneously, I seized Sin Ma by his collar and hurled him violently backward.
“Ugh! You—!”
Sin Ma cried out in pain as he crashed into a wall of the pavilion.
Leaning on his staff, he struggled to his feet—but I was already approaching, rolling my shoulders, casting a malevolent shadow.
“You’re mine now. Since you hold such a deep grudge, pay it back yourself.”
Outside the barrier, Hwangbo Gang and Ak Jin fought desperately against the Corpse Demons of Mansoo Gorge.
Protecting the Jegal Clan, Hye Gwang and Jang Ho clashed with Grand Elder Eon Gi Mu.
Yu Hwa and Dang So Yeon blocked the path before the bodyguard Eon Cheol.
Seomun Ho, rekindling the Seomun Clan’s flames against Eon Mu Gang.
And facing Sin Ma, who orchestrated and executed all of this—myself, Namgung Hyeok.
The all-out battle for each other’s lives had begun in earnest.
Though I had prepared meticulously, it remained perilous and grueling—yet
my heart soared with joy. I drew a cigarette from my sleeve and held it at an angle between my lips.
I lifted both hands, gathering my wind-tossed hair behind my neck and binding it back with a firm knot.
“Exhale.”
A violet plume of smoke curled from between my lips and scattered into the void.
Come to think of it, my former life had always been this way.
Until I stood at the pinnacle of the martial arts under the name of Heavenly Demon Sovereign, there had never been a single easy or smooth battle.
Enemies surrounded me on all sides, and each moment was a death ground where I had to stake my life.
Yet through that endless despair and the crossroads of life and death, I hit my limits, clawed my way to survival, shattered walls, and tenaciously grew stronger.
A battlefield where lives teetered on the edge and the thick stench of blood vibrated in the air.
The sensation of a Heavenly Demon who savored mortal combat itself like a pleasure—that ecstasy of staking one’s life against another’s.
Long-dormant instinct for battle stirred from deep within my bones and wrapped around my entire frame.
After so long, I was immersed in that welcoming and intense night of the Asura.
And unlike my former life, where only I mattered, now I yearned for all my allies fighting beside me to triumph and survive.
I adjusted my grip on the hilt of Cheong Hae Go Wol, which I had planted against the ground, and raised it arrogantly toward the heavens.
Whoooosh—!
A violet Cheong Cheon Ma Ki erupted fiercely along the blade, intertwining with the silver moonlight.
Like a massive constellation streaking across a dark night sky, it blazed brilliantly, illuminating the entire battlefield.
Beneath that ethereal, mystical radiance, I unleashed the Lion’s Roar of a Heavenly Demon and Namgung Clan Head.
“Hear me clearly, all of you!!”
A thunderous command struck the eardrums of every soul in the Namgung alliance.
Then, as if by covenant, all eyes turned upward toward me.
“So long as you stand beneath my sky, not a single one of you shall fall without my consent!!”
The enemy, by contrast, instinctively shrank back.
“Show not a shred of fear before these rotten, putrefying demons! Crush them, destroy them, tear them apart—and live!!”
“Uraaaaaaaaa!!”
The instant my voice fell, every ally on the battlefield roared with blood-boiling fury.
The terror that had been crushing them beneath the might of the vast Corpse Demon legion shattered in an instant.
All that remained was the will to victory. I turned my blade toward Sin Ma, whose face had gone ashen.
“You heard me? I’d feel terribly embarrassed if I lost after uttering such words.”
Vengeful spirits who had not departed this world clung and writhed about his shoulders.
They shrieked with the torment they had suffered in life, forming a dark haze even in death.
The anguish of the dead—visible only to me, audible only to me.
Having lived a full life myself, I felt keenly how bitter such injustice must be.
Soon, in a voice frozen with cold, I spoke softly to myself:
“So I’ll send you to hell.”

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