The Patriarch of the Northern Heavens - Chapter 80

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Master of the Bukcheon Sword Family – Chapter 80

I charged forward at a speed that could only be described as frenzied.
Everyone stared at me with expressions of shock and disbelief.
But I paid them no mind, unleashing sword strikes in all directions.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
With each flash of my blade, another Evil Faction member fell.
“Ugh, ahhhhhhh!”
“Block it somehow!”
“Combine your forces!”
They attempted to resist me, even as terror gripped their hearts.
But their resistance proved utterly futile.
Even Ho Won-mun and the Bamboo Forest Sword Master—the strongest among them—could not withstand my blade.
There was no way those inferior to them could possibly stop me.
“Huff, huff, huff.”
I caught my breath and surveyed my surroundings.
The ground was drenched in blood.
I alone had felled dozens of Evil Faction martial artists.
Those who remained were only those who had not engaged in combat from the start.
“M-monster…”
And a handful of survivors.
But they trembled with fear in their eyes, showing no inclination to resist.
“You’ve worked hard, Young Master.”
“Quite a fearsome display of skill.”
Then, one by one, my comrades who had finished their battles began to gather.
All were drenched in blood, yet it seemed none of our forces had sustained injuries.
Relieved by this fact, I turned to Jin Seo-hong and Moyong Hyun-rak with a question.
“What became of Hwan Hui-gung and Yo Won Moon-ju?”
“They fled. Upon witnessing the Bamboo Forest Sword Master’s death, they judged the situation hopeless and escaped immediately.”
“We attempted to capture them, but their escape was far too swift. My apologies.”
“No matter. It is difficult to catch those who flee with determination. Besides, we had many other enemies to contend with.”
“What do you intend to do with the remaining ones?”
Dang Ye-rin sheathed her sword with an elegant motion as she spoke.
I glanced around briefly, then shook my head.
“There is no need to kill further. I promised not to slay those who remained uninvolved, and I have already eliminated nearly all who engaged us.”
“Indeed, after witnessing this spectacle, they will have no desire to cause trouble again.”
“The Bukcheon Sword Family has achieved a resounding victory against the Shanxi Heterodox Alliance.”
“No, the true battle has not yet been decided. The most important fight still awaits.”
Moyong Hyun-rak spoke thus, his gaze fixed upon the Main Hall, from which an ominous aura had been emanating all along.
Crack!
The Meeting Hall there had already split apart into ruins, and deep blue sword energy clashed against clear sword qi, surging skyward as if tearing the heavens asunder.
“This hardly seems like a mortal’s battle.”
One of Dang Ye-rin’s escorts spoke in a trembling voice.
We could only nod in agreement at those words.
The battle unfolding there was so terrifying that it was nearly impossible to intervene without extraordinary power.
“Young Master and the others should remain here. Moyong Elder and I will go support Elder Won-ju.”
Jin Seo-hong spoke with a grave expression.
It was certainly the right choice of personnel.
I had exhausted myself fighting Ho Won-mun and the Bamboo Forest Sword Master simultaneously, leaving my stamina and inner energy depleted.
In contrast, Jin Seo-hong and Moyong Hyun-rak remained relatively unscathed.
‘Besides, these two are strong enough to actually be helpful even in a Heavenly Martial Realm battle.’
Both were masters ranked among the highest in the Johwa Realm, after all.
However.
“I’m going as well.”
I spoke while channeling the Bukcheon Divine Art to restore my vitality.
Everyone’s expressions shifted to surprise at my words.
“Young Master?”
“Aren’t you pushing yourself too hard?”
“That’s right. You can barely fight properly in your current state….”
“Yes, I am pushing myself. But I cannot simply stand idle.”
I spoke with conviction.
“The one fighting there is my Great-Uncle.”
….
“How could I wait here doing nothing while he risks his life in battle? And you all know this as well—I have the strength to fend for myself. Don’t you?”
“That is certainly true, but….”
“Moreover, participating in a battle between Heavenly Martial Realm masters will be invaluable experience. Perhaps this very opportunity could allow me to ascend to the Johwa Realm.”
“Sigh….”
Jin Seo-hong exhaled deeply.
“Since you’ve said so much, I cannot stop you further. But you must be extremely careful.”
“If danger arises, your safety must take absolute priority. Do you understand?”
“Of course. I promise.”
“Very well. Then the three of us shall go.”
“Then I should also….”
“Miss, please oversee the cleanup here.”
I cut off Dang Ye-rin, who had begun to follow hastily.
“Young lady.”
“It seems best that you follow Young Master Jin’s guidance for now.”
Her two escorts quickly echoed my words.
From their perspective, they needed to prevent their charge, Dang Ye-rin, from venturing into danger.
“Sigh…”
Dang Ye-rin exhaled with a helpless expression.
“Well, unlike you, I would only be a hindrance. I’m not yet skilled enough to participate in such a battle.”
But her eyes soon brightened as she spoke.
“However, I will catch up soon. Until then, I’ll handle the tasks assigned to me.”
With those words, Dang Ye-rin stepped back.
I expressed my gratitude to her and turned away.
“Let’s go.”
The two of them nodded at my words.
We headed back toward the battlefield of the Heavenly Martial Realm masters.

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The area surrounding the Main Hall had already become a wasteland.
Completely collapsed buildings.
Trees uprooted from the ground.
And the earth itself split wide open.
At the center of it all, two masters clashed against each other.
We held our breath for a moment, observing the scene before us.
‘Truly overwhelming.’
Crash!
As sword and fist collided, shockwaves erupted in all directions.
It seemed that any ordinary martial artist would not only be unable to intervene but couldn’t even watch from nearby.
Before even suffering from the White Bone Old Demon’s Intention Severing Technique, they would be crushed by the dense killing intent permeating this place, unable to even breathe.
“Hmm? You all…”
My Great-Uncle paused mid-clash with the White Bone Old Demon and retreated, creating distance.
Upon seeing us, he burst into hearty laughter as if understanding.
“Haha! So you’ve finished off all those outside.”
“Yes. We’ve eliminated those wretches and came to assist you, Great-Uncle.”
“You dutiful ones.”
My Great-Uncle smiled warmly at us, then his expression turned serious once more.
“But if you carelessly intervene, you’ll only be a hindrance. Still, can you help me?”
“At the very least, we won’t be a burden to you.”
It was Jin Seo-hong who said this.
Moyong Hyun-rak and I nodded in agreement.
My Great-Uncle smiled once more.
“Then good. While I draw his attention, seize the opening.”
With those words, my Great-Uncle charged forward again.
“Uaaaaaaaa!”
The White Bone Old Demon unleashed a palm technique filled with murderous intent at my Great-Uncle.
A deafening BOOM erupted across the battlefield!
The sheer force of the blow was staggering—this was no ordinary technique, but one infused with tremendous power.
In that instant, I witnessed a massive skull materializing behind the White Bone Old Demon.
His intent had taken physical form, manifesting its presence for all to see.
“Kehehehe!”
Yet my Great-Uncle remained unmoved.
With a speed that belied his age, he surged forward and cleaved through the incoming palm strike with his blade.
A piercing SHRIEK split the air!
It was a sword strike as swift as a tempest itself.
Now I understood why my Great-Uncle was called the Windgod Sword.
“You useless maggots! Wiped out by a single opponent—pathetic!”
“Hehehehe! This is the true power of the Bukcheon Sword Family! You rabble from the Evil Faction dare not even dream of matching us!”
“Silence! I’ll crush you first, then turn all of them into bone!”
The White Bone Old Demon shrieked and curled his fingers.
What followed was a vicious claw technique.
Five slashing arcs, like an eagle’s talons, descended upon my Great-Uncle.
He immediately tilted his blade to receive the onslaught.
A metallic CLANG resonated through the air!
The screech of steel accompanied my Great-Uncle’s retreat.
Sensing momentum on his side, the White Bone Old Demon pressed forward, weaving palm strikes, fist techniques, and claw attacks into a relentless barrage.
Striking, pounding, raking—each blow was lethal enough to end a life if it connected.
Yet my Great-Uncle parried with serene composure.
Even as the White Bone Old Demon’s intent technique weighed upon his body, he remained unshaken.
Then, an opening appeared.
One of the White Bone Old Demon’s attacks failed to land, bouncing harmlessly off the blade.
“…!”
My Great-Uncle seized the moment without hesitation.
Transitioning fluidly as water, he unleashed the Windgod Cyclone Slash.
A whistling WHOOSH tore through the air!
Dozens of blade fragments, riding the wind, crashed down upon the White Bone Old Demon.
“Hmph!”
The White Bone Old Demon refused to yield, drawing his protective energy to its absolute limit.
In that instant, a massive skeleton of pure energy erupted forth, enveloping him like a shield.
Most of the slashes were blocked.
“Tch.”
Yet my Great-Uncle showed no concern, as if he had anticipated this defense all along. Without pause, he executed the next technique.
Windgod Flash.
As though he had been waiting, my Great-Uncle’s blade passed through, shattering the protective skull and drawing blood across the White Bone Old Demon’s chest.
“Kugh!?”
Blood sprayed forth in a crimson arc!
Despite the protective energy surrounding my body, the blade cut deep enough that blood surged from my chest.
White Bone Old Demon’s expression twisted in pain as he immediately retreated.
And that was the moment.
“Now!”
The three of us, who had been watching for our opening, recognized the signal and burst forward simultaneously.
“Hah!”
Iron Blood Sword Captain Jin Seo-hong was the first to unleash his ultimate technique.
The martial art of the Bukcheon Sword Family, carrying the essence of wind, surged toward White Bone Old Demon’s neck.
A sharp strike as if he had refined the Gale Slash itself.
“How dare you!”
But he met White Bone Old Demon’s counterattack and was sent flying backward.
Normally, it would have been disappointing to achieve nothing, but….
“Hahahaha!”
Jin Seo-hong laughed without concern.
He knew there were two more people behind him.
Next came Moyong Hyun-rak’s sword.
From his blade unfolded the Twelve Forms of the Heavenly Trigram Thirteen Sword.
One of the techniques I had demonstrated in the past, which he had independently developed further.
His blade aimed for White Bone Old Demon’s neck to end his life, but.
“…!”
Crash!
That attack too could not overcome the overwhelming rebound force erupting from White Bone Old Demon and was pushed backward.
“Tsk.”
Moyong Hyun-rak clicked his tongue in disappointment and readily withdrew from his position.
It was at that exact moment that I burst forward.
“Hrrrrgh!”
My heart pounded, and my entire body felt as though my blood was boiling.
I scraped together every ounce of power hidden deep within my core and concentrated it into my legs.
Golden wind enveloped me and moved as one with my body.
As if I myself had become the raging gale incarnate.
“Uaaaaaaah!”
I roared and charged directly at White Bone Old Demon, whose defenses had weakened.
My target was not his head, but his right arm—the one whose protective energy had grown thin from repeated attacks.
The Windgod Sword, wrapped in wind, blazed with golden energy.
It transformed into the shape of a sharp blade and severed White Bone Old Demon’s arm.
Gale Slash.
Splurch!
Blood erupted in a fountain as White Bone Old Demon’s severed right arm flew through the air.

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