The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 251

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 251
Screeeech–!!!
Martial artists from all directions sprang to their feet, drawing their blades.
“…Do not let your guard down.”
“Watch your opponent!”
The moment they identified who their opponent was, there was no way to avoid tensing.
Who was the Sword Demon?
One of the demonic sect’s monsters who had fought against the Celestial Demons during the Demonic War.
Among the demonic sect’s greatest forces, he was one who was treated as equal to the Sword Saint in swordsmanship, or known to have matched the Sword Emperor and Doshin equally.
One of the eight demonic beings under the Celestial Demon.
Called the Eight Demonic Beings, they were considered the elite among hundreds and thousands of demonic cultivators.
The Sword Demon was one of them.
Though he appeared having lost his right arm, an existence already known to be dead had emerged so brazenly.
“…How could you….”
Even Cheon Rijin-an, supreme under heaven, could only furrow his brow as if unable to comprehend the situation.
While all the martial artists raised their killing intent and glared at the Sword Demon.
Screech.
The Sword Demon lowered his blade and gazed at Cheon Rijin-an.
“Jegal Jin.”
“….”
At the call, Cheon Rijin-an’s eyes turned fierce.
“How are you alive and well instead of dead?”
You should have died long ago.
You absolutely should not have been alive.
“You were certainly….”
“Dead, yes.”
Click.
The Sword Demon takes a step forward. The martial artists who see this hastily try to thrust their blades, but.
Whoosh.
Splurt–!!!
“Kugh!”
“Ahhhhh!!”
With the sound of severing flesh, blood fountained from the martial artists’ bodies.
The figures clutch their necks and collapse in place.
It was instantaneous.
Martial artists cry out in pain while stanching their wounds. Through the gap, the Sword Demon walks leisurely.
Even then, his gaze remained fixed solely on Cheon Rijin-an.
“I have already died once and returned from death.”
“…What do you mean?”
At the expressionless words, Cheon Rijin-an questions him again, but.
“Jegal Jin.”
The Sword Demon did not answer, instead speaking only his own words.
“I will ask.”
A pallid complexion. Fatigue gathered in dark eyes that seemed to reach down to his jaw.
And despite his expressionless demeanor, a weighty killing intent wrapped around him.
Those seeing the Sword Demon for the first time seemed to understand all too well what manner of being he was.
This Sword Demon posed a question to Jegal Jin.
“What of now?”
“…What do you mean?”
“Is this now the righteous sect you once dreamed of?”
“…”
At the Sword Demon’s words, Cheon Rijin-an suddenly closed his mouth.
“Or has it become the righteous sect the Sword Saint dreamed of?”
At the incomprehensible words the Sword Demon uttered, the expressions of those around him shifted. It was surely because of that single word—Sword Saint—that he had spoken.
The hero of the righteous sect and the greatest of all ages. That a member of the demonic cult would mention him.
It seemed a deeply troubling matter.
However.
“…”
Even in such circumstances, Jegal Jin could not utter a single word.
The Sword Demon, confirming this, nodded his head.
“I see.”
An expression of understanding.
“As expected.”
And then.
“You are all mistaken.”
스아아아아아—!!!
A vicious killing intent radiated outward in all directions from the Sword Demon’s feet.
“Battle stations!”
The martial artists, reacting to the killing intent, rushed at the Sword Demon once more.
Two Daeju-level martial artists and several righteous sect warriors.
Considerable forces charged at the Sword Demon, but.
Shhhiiing—!!!
As if waiting for this moment, figures infiltrated from another direction.
“Kill them all—!!”
“For the heavens!!”
Those clad in black martial robes appeared and engaged the Maeng-won in combat.
“What…!”
“Where did they come from…!?”
The Daeju-level masters, unable to sense their approach, were momentarily flustered. Where had all these presences suddenly appeared from?
Though they could not comprehend it, they could not be swayed by confusion.
Everyone hastily seized their blades and began fighting.
Clang—!
Clang, clang—!!
In an instant, chaos erupted. The battlefield, which had maintained an eerie silence, descended into pandemonium.
A symphony of killing intent and blood-scent.
“Krraahhh!!”
Screams pierced the air in disarray.
“Ha. Damn it.”
Heuk Taedo laughed hollowly as he grasped his blade.
“I didn’t even have time to prepare properly.”
I regretted not bringing my treasured weapon.
Yet, setting aside that regret, my massive frame tore through the empty air.
“…Young Master Peng!?”
Cheon Euijin called out to him in apparent bewilderment.
“Why hesitate? If you’re a swordsman, then fight like one.”
Peng Dojun simply grinned wickedly and plunged into the battlefield.
“….”
Cheon Euijin clenched his teeth watching him.
The scent of blood and fighting spirit vibrated in all directions. Though I had experienced real combat countless times before, something felt different now.
Was it hesitation? My feet felt rooted, unable to move properly.
I nearly turned my back out of habit.
I wanted to look toward where Bangseong-yeon was.
“Let’s go.”
But Do-hyeong was faster. His blue eyes blazed as he rushed into the fray.
“Ah…!”
Cheon Euijin, seeing this, followed without thinking.
Whoooosh—!!!
Crash—!!!
“Kugh!”
The violent assault shook the blade. The martial artist’s center of gravity was driven backward, his stance crumbling.
He attempted to recover urgently.
“Kyaaahhh!!!”
Swoooosh!!!
The massive blade cleaved straight through the martial artist’s upper body.
The sword, wrapped in inner force, tore through the martial artist’s flesh like paper.
Blood sprayed thickly. Heuk Taedo laughed, taking it in without concern.
“Hahaha—!!”
Anyone watching would suspect him of being heterodox. Yet Heuk Taedo found joy even in this situation.
My body felt heavy. The aftereffects of the martial contest had not healed at all.
With each movement, pain returned, yet a fervor burning through my entire being was enough to overcome it.
‘This is it.’
The situation was so urgent.
‘This is exactly what I wanted.’
I was exhilarated.
As if I had been yearning for precisely this kind of moment.
Heuk Taedo felt a rush of excitement flooding his mind.
“You bastard–!!”
“Die!”
“Hahahaha–!!”
Breathing in the suffocating killing intent, Heuk Taedo’s blade trembled with power.
My opponent was strong. I didn’t even know their identity or the purpose of this assault.
And I didn’t want to know.
I simply moved according to the exhilaration, following my instincts.
Whoosh–! Crash!!
My body might shatter.
My skin might be torn by the blade. I might be cut in ways that could never be repaired.
Even knowing this clearly, Heuk Taedo moved forward.
What was this?
How could I describe it?
‘I must savor this moment.’
The vast sensations flooding through the battlefield.
This kind of battle was unprecedented for me. Though I hadn’t lacked combat experience, I had never faced a battlefield like this.
Yet Heuk Taedo felt joy as if returning to my own home.
No, perhaps this place was even better than home.
‘My body feels weightless.’
A body composed of pure exhilaration was impossibly light.
‘The end of the blade is heavy.’
The blade I swung was correspondingly heavy beyond measure.
Yet it didn’t feel heavy at all.
Why was everything so free?
A floating sensation dominated Heuk Taedo, and conversely, I dominated that sensation.
‘It’s coming.’
Something is coming.
‘It’s coming. It’s definitely coming.’
It felt like it would surge up and soar into the sky.
Laughing with a mad fervor, I swung my blade without ceasing.
If I continued like this, I felt I could pierce through something.
Then, while I was swinging my blade like a madman.
Clang–!
“Ugh!”
A tremendous impact crashed through the cross-section of the blade. Heuk Taedo staggered under the force.
I managed to defend, but.
“Ugh….”
The recoil was no trivial matter—Heuk Taedo’s arm trembled violently.
It seemed as though I might drop the blade at any moment, yet I clung to it with stubborn determination.
That was when it happened.
“What a familiar face.”
“…!”
Chilling—!
A spine-freezing aura swept across Heuk Taedo’s body.
“Child.”
Heuk Taedo lifted his head. There stood.
“What is your relationship with Peng Sethyeok?”
An old man drenched in blood—the Sword Demon—gazed down at Heuk Taedo.
“….”
Seeing this, Heuk Taedo’s smile vanished. The smile that should have remained in any situation disappeared in an instant.
“You ask without listening.”
Instead of answering, Heuk Taedo stared at the Sword Demon’s hand.
The blade gleamed crimson with blood.
Gulp.
Heuk Taedo swallowed hard.
“Do you not understand my words?”
The Sword Demon tilted his head. Seeing this, Heuk Taedo opened his closed mouth.
“…He is my grandfather.”
Doshin Peng Sethyeok.
At those words, the corners of the Sword Demon’s mouth lifted slightly.
“I see. So you are indeed the grandson of Dogwi.”
“Dogwi?”
Hearing this, heat flared in Heuk Taedo’s eyes.
“Speak correctly, Marin. My grandfather is not Dogwi—he is Doshin.”
“….”
Doshin Peng Sethyeok. The Celestial Demon of the Peng Clan, now deceased.
The mention of him grated against Heuk Taedo’s sensibilities.
But.
“Doshin, then. Very well. I shall call him thus. However.”
Thud.
“…!!!”
The Sword Demon’s form, which had stood at a distance, reached Heuk Taedo in an instant.
I could not perceive the movement.
“That arrogant manner of speech—you would do well to correct it.”
Thump—! Thump—!
My instincts roiled within me. Gazing upon the Sword Demon before me, my every fiber screamed.
Flee.
At that distant sensation, I bit my lip.
‘Flee?’
That was impossible.
Curling my lips upward, I poured forth all my strength.
Whoooosh—! The qi from my dantian erupted in a torrent.
Using it, the ink-black shadow beneath me churned violently.
Black Cloud.
A secret technique created by Doshin and cultivated in secrecy by the Peng Clan.
Once again, traces of Doshin threatened to spill forth into the world.
“Hmm.”
Crack—!!
The Sword Demon uttered a single syllable and swept his hand through the air.
The black veil shattered into fragments, scattering like dust.
“…What…?”
The Black Cloud crumbled helplessly. Witnessing this pathetic sight, my face went blank.
Could something collapse so effortlessly?
While I remained frozen in shock.
“Somewhat disappointing.”
The Sword Demon spoke to me in a low voice.
“At this level, it would be better to dispose of you.”
The Sword Demon’s blade moved.
By the time I perceived it, the sword was already descending toward the space between my brows.
‘Ah.’
The blade casting a shadow across my face.
Witnessing this, my pupils trembled.
Death.
So this is death.
I became aware that death was approaching me.
The instincts of Cheonmu Jiche were telling me so.
There was no escape.
The gap far exceeded anything I could overcome through spirit alone.
As I prepared to surrender to this vast disparity.
“Heh. Not on my watch.”
A voice rang out from directly before me.
Screech—! Clang—!
“An old geezer tormenting a young pup? How unseemly.”
Scrape—
A blunt tone that didn’t match his youthful appearance.
The shallow vibration that shattered the silence sent Heuk Taedo’s body flying backward.
Thud—!
His center of gravity lost, Heuk Taedo fell hard on his rear, yet he lifted his head.
There.
A back half his size was blocking the Sword Demon’s blade.
Screech—screech—screech.
“….”
The Sword Demon’s eyes widened as he looked at the figure who had stopped his sword.
“…What?”
His voice carried utter bewilderment.
“Who… are you?”
Words entirely different from before.
In response, that ‘tsk-tsk-tsk’ laughter echoed once more.
Heuk Taedo’s heart trembled violently again at the sight.
Thump—!
‘Heh.’
It was a familiar sensation.
Trembling.
His fingertips quivered.
When was it? Probably while traveling to Hanam.
That distant, supreme presence he had felt then.
That impossible aura that had made him kneel without knowing why.
It was standing right before his eyes.
“Who am I, you ask?”
A young man with long brown hair usually tied neatly now flowing loose, wielding a dark-colored blade I had never seen before.
“Try to guess.”
The Moon, wearing Bangseong-yeon’s mask, spoke to the Sword Demon with blazing blue eyes.

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