The Patriarch of the Northern Heavens - Chapter 79

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Master of the Bukcheon Sword Family – Chapter 79

“Ugh!”
Ho Won-mun staggered backward as if struck by a sledgehammer, his body reeling from the impact.
Yet he did not simply endure the blow passively.
Drawing upon his protective inner energy, he immediately minimized the shock reverberating through his frame.
He swept his gaze across the chamber and bellowed for all to hear.
“Look! These fiends will not spare a single one of you! Can you not see their aggression toward me—their willingness to strike first?”
“I say once more: those who do not step forward shall be spared.”
“No—those who do not step forward will die once this battle concludes! I will ensure it myself, by whatever means necessary!”
Ho Won-mun snarled these words with barely restrained menace.
At that moment, I felt a chill pierce my flank and immediately retreated.
Whoosh!
A blade pierced precisely through the space where I had stood.
I launched a counterattack against my assailant.
My sword traced a clean arc toward their neck, yet it found no purchase.
My opponent, crowned with a bamboo hat, withdrew swiftly and created distance, clearly searching for another opening.
“That’s right. If I lose here, I’ll perish regardless—whether now or slowly afterward.”
“Kill the Wind God Dragon!”
“Uuuaaahhhhh!”
Ho Won-mun’s incitement proved effective; roughly half of the Evil Faction members surged toward me.
Many were first-rate cultivators, though scattered among them were some who appeared to be supreme masters.
Their average strength was not exceptional, yet their sheer numbers posed a formidable threat.
“Tch.”
I clicked my tongue and signaled to those behind me.
Iron Blood Sword Captain Jin Seo-hong and Blue-Eyed Sword Demon Moyong Hyun-rak stepped forward without hesitation.
“We shall handle these wretches, sir.”
“Young Master. You—eliminate their leader.”
They moved as though they had been waiting for this moment, each displaying their formidable prowess without reservation.
Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Crash!
In a single exchange of sword strikes, eighteen Evil Faction members fell, their blood painting the ground.
It happened in but an instant.
The ferocity of their assault was so terrifying that the remaining Evil Faction members who witnessed it visibly flinched.
“Allow me to assist as well!”
Dang Ye-rin did not hesitate and joined the fray.
She carved through her enemies with the distinctive linear swordsmanship she had learned from the First Sword of Sichuan.
“Grrgh!”
The enemies who had initially seemed unremarkable now found their faces draining of color.
The prowess of Dang Ye-rin and her two guards was far from ordinary.
Only then did they seem to grasp the situation.
“Those bastards… they’re all masters of the highest caliber and beyond!”
“What?!”
Gasps of shock echoed through the air.
Masters of such transcendent power were far from common.
Yet our entire group was indeed composed of formidable cultivators, just as they said.
After all, aside from Dang Ye-rin and myself—both at the highest caliber—everyone else had reached the Johwa Realm.
To be honest, I myself remained at the highest caliber only because I hadn’t yet unified the essence of spirit and body; my enlightenment and martial prowess were already approaching Johwa Realm standards.
“Hah.”
I drew a light breath and circulated the inner force of the Bukcheon Divine Art through my body.
Simultaneously, I overlaid it with the Diamond Yaksha Technique, creating winds of gold.
In that moment, I activated Yaksha Transformation, and the power of the Diamond Yaksha flowed through my entire being.
With my senses sharpened to a new clarity, I fixed my gaze upon the enemies.
Then.
Whoosh!
A violent wind erupted.
In that instant, I had already drawn my blade and closed the distance to Ho Won-mun.
Ho Won-mun, startled, swung his sword at me in desperation.
But I had already seen through his movements.
With my senses maximized by Yaksha Transformation and harmonized with the Windgod Dance, techniques impossible in my normal state became feasible.
Clang!
I immediately deflected his blade and launched a counterattack in the same motion.
The Windgod Sword thrust toward Ho Won-mun’s heart.
But he proved skilled enough to twist his body and evade my strike.
“Insolent wretch!”
Ho Won-mun’s eyes blazed as he unleashed a sword strike.
I met his assault, and we exchanged blows for a brief moment.
Clang-clang-clang-clang!
Dozens of sword strikes crossed between us in an instant.
We separated after a brief test of strength.
In that moment, Ho Won-mun shouted toward someone.
“What are you doing?! Hwan Hui-gung! Bamboo Forest Sword Master! Yo Won Moon-ju! Do you intend to merely watch?”
Then the Bamboo Forest master who had thrust his sword at me earlier thrust again.
This one must be the Bamboo Forest Sword Master.
However, the other two could not join in.
Both Hwan Hui-gung and Yo Won Moon-ju were locked in fierce combat with Jin Seo-hong and Moyong Hyun-rak.
‘At least that’s fortunate.’
We had narrowly avoided a four-against-one battle, reducing it to three-against-one instead.
Yet this hardly meant we held the advantage.
Since my enemies were formidable, a single lapse in concentration would mean certain death.
“HYAAAAH!”
The Bamboo Forest Sword Master unleashed a battle cry and swung his blade with devastating force.
It was a ferocious strike befitting a sect leader of considerable standing.
Like the motion of cleaving through the bamboo stalks that grew in the Bamboo Forest itself.
The cutting power was exceptional.
I decided not to meet him head-on.
I felt the flow of wind and retreated beyond the reach of his blade, then surged forward once more.
Wind God’s Slash.
The first technique of the Wind God Dragon’s Sword unfolded.
BOOM!
With a sharp crack, the Bamboo Forest Sword Master’s body was driven backward.
Ho Won-mun seized the opening and thrust forward with his own supreme technique.
He clearly thought this was his chance.
‘How naive.’
I immediately employed Heavenly Rotation to deflect his attack.
CHING!
A semicircular vortex of golden wind enveloped me.
Ho Won-mun furrowed his brow and retreated.
He and the Bamboo Forest Sword Master exchanged glances.
They seemed to have realized that my strength exceeded their expectations.
“You monster. How did you acquire such power at your age?”
“I was fortunate.”
I spoke the truth.
If the Ancestor’s arrangement had not activated my regression,
and if I had not encountered the various opportunities that followed,
I would not exist as I am now.
I could only attribute it to fortune.
“Hmph. We shall fight with true intent as well.”
SHHHHH!
The presence of both men swelled like predators before their prey.
I felt the killing intent they radiated make every hair on my body stand on end.
At the same moment.
WHOOSH!
Ho Won-mun’s blade tore through the air.
I stepped back to evade, but the Bamboo Forest Sword Master was waiting.
CRASH!
I hastily raised my sword to block the strike.
But Ho Won-mun’s blade immediately sought my throat.
SCRAPE!
Unable to fully evade, a thin line of blood appeared.
My skin split open, and blood seeped through the wound.
I narrowed my eyes, feeling the sharp sting.
Their coordinated assault was indeed troublesome.
-Neither of them is particularly exceptional within their own realm, but they are masters of the Johwa Realm nonetheless. I cannot afford to be careless. One misstep and my head will roll.
‘I understand.’
That’s precisely why I’m engaging both of them with Yaksha Transformation and the golden winds.
Yet even with this, I felt I hadn’t unleashed my full power.
I drew two hidden blades from my sleeve and deployed the Soul-Severing Hidden Blade Technique.
Whoosh!
The two blades rode the wind and surged toward my enemies.
“Such petty tricks!”
Ho Won-mun dismissed the attack with a casual swing of his sword.
He assumed I was using a grappling technique and simply intended to deflect them carelessly.
“What!?”
But the hidden blades curved mid-flight, evading Ho Won-mun’s sword and piercing into his shoulder.
The Windgod Technique manifested, allowing me to wield the hidden blades like living swords.
Slice!
“Ugh!”
Ho Won-mun’s shoulder split open, blood streaming down as he desperately pressed pressure points to stanch the flow.
Meanwhile, I unleashed a relentless barrage of strikes against the Bamboo Forest Sword Master.
Gale Wind Consecutive Slash!
Each strike was powerful enough to fell entire trees and shatter boulders, delivered in rapid succession.
The Bamboo Forest Sword Master couldn’t ignore this onslaught and raised his sword energy to methodically block my assault.
Yet his blade trembled violently from the impact.
Whistle!
At my whistle, the two hidden blades that had struck Ho Won-mun’s shoulder changed direction and surged toward the Bamboo Forest Sword Master’s back.
“Bamboo Forest Sword Master! Behind!”
Ho Won-mun’s face twisted in alarm as he swung his sword, knocking one blade away.
But the second blade flew straight through and pierced the Bamboo Forest Sword Master.
Thud!
“Ahhhhh!?”
The Bamboo Forest Sword Master cried out in agony as his back was pierced.
I twisted my lips into a smile and immediately fired the Heavenly Net.
This artifact, left behind by the previous King of Assassins, proved invaluable for eliminating targets.
Under normal circumstances, it would have been useless, but the Bamboo Forest Sword Master, crippled by the pain in his back and bound limbs, couldn’t escape.
“You cowardly bastard! What kind of Orthodox Faction member resorts to such dirty tricks!”
Ho Won-mun roared in fury and launched another attack.
I chuckled softly and pulled the Heavenly Net, dragging the Bamboo Forest Sword Master toward me.
Crash!
The charging Ho Won-mun collided directly with the Bamboo Forest Sword Master’s body.
I took a moment to steady my breathing and drew upon my inner energy.
Whiiiiiish!
A terrifying gale erupted around my blade as a tempest materialized upon it.
Without hesitation, I swung it with all my might toward the two of them.
Tempest Slash!
Kuakuakuakuakuakuabang!
A fearsome storm tore through the air, and the razor-sharp wind strikes contained within it consumed both figures.
Chachachachachaak!
The Bamboo Forest Sword Master, struck head-on by the tempest, was lacerated across his entire body until he became a figure of blood.
Ho Won-mun used him as a shield to avoid a fatal wound, but he could not escape unscathed.
“Uuuugh….”
The Bamboo Forest Sword Master staggered forward, groaning.
“Damn it!”
Ho Won-mun shoved the Bamboo Forest Sword Master toward me.
Then he pierced through him from behind and aimed for my heart.
Fwush!
“What!?”
But his blade only killed the Bamboo Forest Sword Master and dealt me little harm.
Beneath my robes, I wore layered protection—a chest guard crafted from the Inface Demon’s carapace and a defensive garment woven from silk thread.
It was no ordinary thrust, but one that had pierced through the Bamboo Forest Sword Master’s body first, so such an attack could never penetrate.
All it accomplished was to stir my contempt.
“Worthless scum.”
I glared at Ho Won-mun with genuine fury.
“Even among the Evil Faction, there are principles that must be upheld. Yet you would kill your comrade-in-arms, who fought beside you until moments ago, in such a manner just to save yourself?”
“That is none of your concern….”
“Silence.”
My blade flashed as I struck him down.
He gritted his teeth and attempted a counterattack, but it was futile.
I had already advanced to the next technique.
Gale Slash.
Fwuuuuuish!
As the blade gleamed, a deep wound opened across his chest.
“Uuuaargh!”
Without pause, I severed his shoulder clean off.
Then I kicked his dantian, sending him flying.
Kudangtangtang!
“Cough!”
Blood spilled from his mouth as the impact ravaged his core.
He looked up at me with a face twisted in terror.
Like one who had glimpsed death itself upon the Battlefield.
He knelt, bleeding profusely, and begged with desperate urgency.
“P-please, spare my life. If you do, I will never forget this mercy.”
“Spare you?”
I answered in a cold voice.
“You should have said that from the beginning.”
“…!”
“Now, be gone.”
Whirrk!
My blade severed Ho Won-mun’s head from his shoulders.
His head soared through the air, terror etched upon his face.
The headless body of Ho Won-mun collapsed to the ground, abandoned by its master.
The Evil Faction martial artists who witnessed this screamed in horror.
“H-Ho Won-mun has fallen!”
“Aaaaaahhhhh!”
“Flee!”
They thrashed about desperately, their will to fight shattered, seeking only escape.
But I had no intention of letting them go.
Those who had never joined us from the start might be spared.
But my nature was not so forgiving as to spare those who had drawn their blades against us.
“There is no escape.”
I muttered those words and unleashed a wind slash toward the fleeing figures.
Whirrk-slash!
Three or four Evil Faction martial artists fell, blood spraying in their wake.
All eyes turned toward me, wide with terror.
I advanced upon them, sword raised.
The hunt had begun.

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