The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 716

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Chapter 716

Thirty minutes earlier.

The moment Raon sensed the undulation of aura blooming upstream of the Rabel River, I suppressed my presence.

Whoooosh!

I pushed the power of Manhwagong and Glacia into my dantian, and used the Ring of Fire to further suppress even my soul’s aura.

‘Will this do?’

I gestured to Wrath, who was muttering about wanting to eat mint chocolate.

-Hahhh, that’s still insufficient.

Wrath shook his head, saying that level wouldn’t be enough.

-If it were similar to your level, it might work, but transcendents like that old fool Nambeop Leader would find you instantly.

He smacked his lips, saying they could discover me even during battle.

‘There’s no helping it.’

I turned my gaze to Garam, whose face was peeking out.

“Garam, I’m counting on you.”
“Got it. Don’t worry!”

Garam nodded as if asking me to trust him and spread his hands, which bore webbed membranes.
Light bloomed from his grasp and connected with the river water, conjuring a blue mist.

Whoooosh!

The delicate mist that rose up wrapped around me following the young Blue Demon’s gesture, dyeing me the same color as the river water.

“Hah…”

Raon exhaled softly as he gazed at his arms, now transparent as if sunlight had crystallized within them.

‘This is insane.’

Garam’s sorcery didn’t merely create camouflage—it had submerged his very presence beneath the earth itself.
His aura had diminished to something smaller than an ant.

This water sorcery was precisely why Merlin had evaded detection from the Phantom Soul Ghost and the undead legions.

‘How does it look now?’
-That darkness really is something else, isn’t it.

Wrath’s eyes widened in astonishment.

-Your presence has become nearly indistinguishable from water itself. At this level, even your grandfather would struggle to perceive you unless he concentrated intently.

He shook his head, remarking that even Glen would find it difficult to locate me on the battlefield.

‘It’s Garam, remember.’

Raon flicked Wrath’s forehead and descended into the river current.
Preparations were complete—it was time to move toward the battlefield.

“Garam, let’s go.”
“Got it.”

Garam nodded and grasped my hand, pulling me swiftly through the river waters.

Thanks to the water sorcery, we didn’t expend any aura at all, yet we arrived at the battlefield between Zigheart and the North-South Alliance in no time.

Whoooosh.

Raon activated the Eye of Wrath in place of his aura to survey the battlefield.

Zigheart’s swordsmen were overwhelming the North-South Alliance with devastating force.
It would be no exaggeration to say that Zigheart dominated this entire battlefield.

-The True Demon King’s subordinates are down there!
‘Burren, Martha, Lunan….’

Upon hearing Wrath’s words, I turned my gaze inward toward the North-South Alliance Headquarters, and there I saw the three commanders of the Gwangpung Corps.

Burren, Martha, and Lunan swept through the North-South Alliance with an eerily murderous aura, while the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen followed in their wake, slaughtering the water cultivators.
I could feel that everyone’s martial prowess had grown to a new level.

‘Is it because of me?’

As I pondered this strange occurrence, I spotted a blonde woman with melancholic eyes standing with her sword drawn beside the Gwangpung Corps.

-That’s your mother!
‘What? Mother, why are you…?’

It was Sylvia. She who should have been at Zigheart was protecting the Gwangpung Corps.
My heart raced as if it might burst from my chest.

-It’s all because of you, isn’t it! Why do you sleep so much!
‘Hmm…’

I wanted to rush over immediately and take the hand of the sorrowing Sylvia, but I couldn’t right now. There was something I absolutely had to do.

Tsk.

I bit my lip until it bled and turned my gaze away. Watching Glen Zigheart and Dranos clash their sword and spear in the center of the river, I clenched my fists.

‘I have to go there.’

Derus Robert would already be positioned on this battlefield, waiting for the moment Glen Zigheart showed an opening.

Since I was much slower than that man, I had to prepare in advance.

I suppressed my desire to meet Sylvia and the Gwangpung Corps and nodded to Garam.

“Understood.”

Garam nodded and led me toward the battlefield where Glen Zigheart and Dranos were fighting.

Whoooosh!

Even though I was in the water, the undulations of aura emanating from the transcendents pressed down on my entire body with crushing force.

If I hadn’t been able to draw out my aura and Garam hadn’t used water sorcery, I would have surely lost an arm or a leg.

‘Are you okay?’
‘Yeah.’

Garam smiled as if nothing was wrong, despite the severe pain he was experiencing.

-You’ve grown quite strong, Garam.

Wrath nodded, calling Garam’s name properly for the first time.

-When I first saw you, you were nothing but a frightened brat. You’ve changed beyond recognition.

He wore a faint smile, as if proud of him.

‘I’m sorry.’

I placed my hand on Garam’s shoulder.

I felt nothing but apologetic toward Garam, Sylvia, the Gwangpung Corps, Glen, and all the swordsmen of Zigheart. Yet I couldn’t leave now.

‘I have to capture Derus Robert.’

This wasn’t just about revenge.

If I let Derus Robert slip away here, the entire Six Emperors would continue to be toyed with. I had to either kill him or at least create evidence that could expose his true identity.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

The pressure transmitted from Glen and Dranos intensified as they revealed their full power.
Blood seeped from my chest, even though I hadn’t been wounded.

‘Ugh….’

As I held Garam’s hand and forced myself to endure, Glen activated Sword Realm Manifestation.

‘It’s here.’

I wrapped tension around my entire body and slowly drew the Heavenly Sword.

Dranos was pushed back helplessly against the lightning and earthen seal of the Thousand Swords Without Boundaries.

Roooaaarrr!

Just as Glen was about to strike down the Heavenly Sword, I pulled up the submerged Manhwagong and Glaceia’s aura to their peak and surfaced.

‘If I react to the Treasury, it’ll be too late.’

Derus would be waiting for the moment Glen unfolded the Heavenly Sword.
Since he was faster than me, I had to predict his movements and strike first.

Shhiiiing!

As the surface drew near, I felt a wave of death rushing toward Glen’s back.
As expected, Derus was waiting for the moment Glen used the Heavenly Sword.

Sword Realm Incarnation—Genesis Severance.

I opened my Upper Dantian the moment Derus’s blade was about to pierce Glen’s back.
I summoned the Mental World into reality and poured out all the energy and martial techniques I had accumulated in one breath.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

A golden dawn radiating magnificent light blocked the blade carrying the wave of death.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

A crimson shockwave erupted between the two blades, and black cracks spread across the world as if it were being torn apart.

“Y-you! How is this possible!”

Inside the blue dragon helmet, Derus’s eyes trembled violently as if struck by lightning.

“This ends here.”

I converted the exhilarating sensation transmitted from Derus’s shock into fury and poured it into the Heavenly Sword.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

However, the aura of death that he unleashed was so overwhelming that even with the element of surprise, I couldn’t hold out for long.
Black blood sprayed from my mouth, and a searing pain shot through my limbs as if they were being severed.

‘Just a little longer! Just hold on a bit more!’

If it were Glen Zigheart, he could change the direction of the Heavenly Sword in this fleeting instant while I endured.

Thoom!

I shifted my gaze and locked eyes with Glen Zigheart. Even amid his shock, he grasped my intent and twisted his wrist.

Groooooow!

The trajectory of the Heavenly Sword warped. The invincible blade that had been aimed solely at Dranos now extended toward the space between Derus Robert and Dranos.

“Ugh!”
“You’re not going anywhere.”

As Derus Robert abandoned his ambush and attempted to retreat, I stepped forward.

Claaaaaang!

The inferno and frost blooming from the Divine Heavenly Sword swept across Derus Robert’s entire body with a terrifying shockwave.

*

*

*

“The god of thunder drowns in the river, and the burning blade shatters….”

Heekyuk Je Ariel recited the lyrics from the Book of Sun and Moon, which foretold Glen Zigheart’s death and Zigheart’s downfall, her arms crossed.

“Perhaps I should accept his proposal after all.”

The man wearing the blue dragon’s helm hadn’t merely sold information—he had attached a proposal to Baekgyeong.

At the time, I couldn’t trust it and refused, but seeing that prophecy of Glen Zigheart’s death, it seemed accepting it was the right choice.

‘The Divine Continent Five Regions are in an ambiguous state right now.’

Transcendents exist within the Divine Continent Five Regions, but their overall strength pales in comparison to the Six Emperors Five Demons.

Particularly, the Pirate King serves under Aris Zigheart, and the Sageomma cannot display his full power with his arm severed, making future decisions critical.

“Sigh.”

Ariel lowered her hand and exhaled deeply.

‘There’s no helping it.’

Zigheart represented at least a quarter of the Six Emperors’ military strength. If Glen fell on top of Ogram’s defeat, the balance of power would already be irreversibly broken.

“I need to prepare.”

Just as I reached a reasonable conclusion and was about to close the Sun-Moon Scripture.

Whoooosh.

The blood that had been inscribed with the downfall of Glen and Zigheart stirred to life, intertwining with itself to sketch someone’s face.

A face drenched in crimson blood, eyes sunken to a piercing blue, and horns protruding from the crown of the head. It was not human—it was the form of a demon.

Crackle!

The blood drew the demon’s gaping maw, tore through the pages of the Sun-Moon Scripture, and splattered outward.

“Gasp!”

Ariel’s lips trembled as she stared at the desk now ravaged by blood.

“This… this is…”

This had happened only once in her entire life—when she had attempted to read Raon Zigheart’s destiny.

‘He saved him!’

Seeing the torn pages of the Sun-Moon Scripture, it was unmistakable—Raon, who was reported dead, had pulled Glen Zigheart back from the brink of death.

“Aah….”

A chilling shudder ran down my spine, and cold sweat streamed from every pore of my body.

“Raon Zigheart.”

Ariel’s legs gave way beneath her, and she collapsed to the ground, her teeth chattering uncontrollably.

“What exactly are you….”

*

*

*

I lifted my heavy head and gazed at the space where Glen’s Heavenly Sword had passed through.

Dranos leaned against the Sea Spirit Spear, his upper body drenched in blood, while Derus Robert had his abdomen torn open, pouring out a gruesome torrent of crimson.

Yet his blue dragon helmet bore only a faint crack, still concealing his face beneath.

“Raon….”

As Glen called out to me and reached out his hand, black blood sprayed from his lips.
It seemed his internal injuries had worsened from forcibly redirecting the Heavenly Sword’s trajectory.

“You… you’re alive….”

Glen’s lips trembled with emotion—not from his own injuries, but from the overwhelming joy that I had returned alive.

Not only him, but everyone at the North-South Alliance Headquarters stared in wide-eyed astonishment.

Sylvia, Martha, and Yua shed tears; Rimer and Burren Zigheart cried out in exclamation; Lunan Slion and Mark Goeten bit their lips in silence.

In the frozen battlefield, all eyes converged upon me.

“…I awoke just moments ago.”

Raon felt the torrent of emotions flowing from the Zigheart swordsmen and laughed awkwardly.

“I’ll explain everything later. For now, let’s deal with the enemies.”

With those words, I turned my gaze toward Dranos and Derus Robert.

‘The situation is ambiguous.’

Both the Head of House and I suffered grave internal injuries, but our opponents sustained even more severe wounds.
Whoever recovered first and regained mobility would seize victory.

“Right. We need to end this situation first.”

Glen Zigheart nodded, wiping away the blood trickling from his lips.

“You were alive?”

Derus Robert let out a hollow laugh, as if utterly bewildered.

“How on earth?”
“I had a good friend.”

I forced strength into my trembling hands, which could barely grip the Heavenly Sword.

‘Wait, that bastard….’

As I was about to speak again while analyzing Derus Robert’s psychology, I noticed a cross-shaped scar on the back of his hand.
The vertical wound had just been inflicted, but the horizontal wound was not from today.

‘Could it be….’

Seeing Derus Robert’s scar, my previous life—when I had died—flashed before my eyes.
It was the exact same location as the sword mark I had seen on his hand back when my neck was severed and I lingered briefly in death.

“Lord, you said you could kill him! How did I endure this!”

Dranos glared at Derus Robert and ground his teeth with a gnashing sound.

“I didn’t know that bastard was still alive.”

Derus Robert exhaled a turbid breath as he gazed at Raon.

“But there is still a chance.”

He furrowed his brow while looking up at the empty sky.

“Will you just stand there and watch? This is the only opportunity to kill Glen Zigheart!”

As Derus Robert’s cry echoed, the overcast sky split wide open, and Tacheon descended bathed in clear sunlight.

“I witnessed Glen Zigheart’s death, yet things have unfolded like this.”

Tacheon gazed down at Raon with eyes that betrayed his bewilderment.

“Still, I cannot deny that this is our final chance.”

As he spread his hand, masked and helmeted executives of the North-South Alliance burst forth from the void.

Whoooooosh!

Above the river, a blood spirit passage opened, and the White Blood Cult Master adorned in a pristine white dress emerged alongside her Apostles.

“I waited because I was told I could witness Glen Zigheart’s death, but at this rate, I can devour him myself.”

The White Blood Cult Master’s eyes gleamed with pure radiance as she licked her lips. The Apostles also summoned dense blood energy to intercept the Zigheart swordsman.

“Finish this quickly! Do not give him time!”

Derus Robert gestured roughly, anxious that his flawless plan had crumbled.

Whoooooosh!

Derus Robert, the White Blood Cult Master, Tacheon, and the Nambeop Leader moved simultaneously.

Kabooooooom!

The aura of death and blood energy, high-level magic and the water dragon’s power rushed forward as if to engulf Glen and Raon.

Rummmmmble!

Even if Glen hadn’t been wounded, an emerald wave surged forth and cleaved through space as a barrage of attacks that would have been difficult to block erupted outward.

“I knew this would happen.”

A clear voice rang out as a blue dimension opened.

Chamber, the Grand Mage of Yeongwha, appeared wearing an even larger witch’s hat and redirected the assaults from Tacheon and the Nambeop Leader into another dimension.

Zing!

From the opposite side, the sound of a horse’s hooves thundered as a black flash erupted.
Lecross, the Silent Sword Master riding a black horse, struck through the air, repelled Derus Robert’s death aura, and severed the White Blood Cult Master’s blood energy.

“Even the name Oma is repugnant.”

Lecross gazed down at the leaders of Oma with cold eyes.

“Chamber! Lecross!”

The White Blood Cult Master bit her lip as she saw Chamber and Lecross standing before Glen and Raon.

“Tch….”

Derus Robert’s fingertips trembled as he beheld the newly arrived transcendent of the Six Emperors.

“How….”
“We anticipated that trash would do trash-like things. And….”

Chamber curled her lips into a smile and clapped her hands.

“There’s more to come.”

The mana around the Rabel River coalesced gently as a blue dimension opened.

Whoooosh!

Ogram and Garona, the Night Kings, walked out stepping on the dimension that opened right below the river water.

“Raon!”

Ogram raised his fist toward Raon.

“I believed you wouldn’t die!”

He declared with a refreshing laugh that he would handle the coming battle himself.

Whoooosh!

Each time a new dimension opened, the knights of the Owen Kingdom and the mages of Valcar burst forth and took their positions.

From the final dimension that opened, Siyan and Sepia’s elves descended like feathers drifting softly onto the Rabel River.

Splash!

A single water droplet that bounced from Siyan’s palm slowly swelled and formed the shape of a colossal goddess.

The Water Spirit King—a benevolent goddess with hair flowing like the river itself and a compassionate smile—descended upon the Rabel River.

“Raon! Call upon Ifrit!”

Siyan, perched in the Water Spirit King’s palm, cried out for me to summon Ifrit.

“Ifrit.”

As I extended my hand forward and called upon Ifrit, crimson flames erupted behind my back, forming a towering silhouette.

Blaze!

A fierce-visaged handsome man with red hair flowing like roaring flames swept away the crimson inferno and strode forward.

Hisssss!

At the descent of the Fire Spirit King Ifrit, the river waters evaporated entirely, rising as billowing white steam.

“Those wretches dared to lay hands on my brother?”

Ifrit gnashed his teeth as if he would incinerate every enemy before him.
The undulating crimson flames surrounding him radiated a terrifying heat.

“Gwangpung Corps!”

At Rimer’s cry, the Gwangpung Corps stamped the ground without hesitation.

“Protect the Organization Master!”

Burren, Martha, Lunan, and the swordsmen of the Gwangpung Corps wielded the Gwangpung Style with fervent intensity as they rushed toward me.

“Raon!”
“Big brother!”

Sylvia and Aris advanced like flashes of light, taking their positions at my side.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

Before long, a force that could rightfully be called the strongest on the Continent had gathered around me and Glen Zigheart.

“This… what is this!”

The White Blood Cult Master bit her crimson lips as she gazed at the Six Emperors’ warriors filling the surroundings.

“…I swallowed the bait poorly.”

Tacheon sighed and shook his head.

“Tch!”

The Nambeop Leader’s hand trembled as he gripped his spear, as if unable to accept what he was witnessing.

…

Derus Robert emitted only a gaze full of murderous intent without saying a word. He was flustered and angry at this urgent situation, yet searching for a way out.

“Let me show you.”

Raon looked at the present-life connections surrounding him and the past-life enmity trying to kill him once more, then picked up the Heavenly Sword.

“You’ll see what the price of touching the Six Emperors is!”

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————