The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 327

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 327
콰가가가각—!!!
Two martial artists collide as they cut across the forest.
Boom-!!
With each impact, shockwaves erupted in all directions. Masters of the absolute realm.
The clash between figures who had reached the pinnacle of martial arts was more than sufficient to devastate their surroundings.
“Hah!”
Sochul Daeju poured strength into his hand and swung his blade.
A crescent moon formed in a sweeping arc. Moonlight that illuminated the night streaked toward his opponent, but.
Whoosh-!!
A fluid sword path pushed back the moonlight. Petals scattered, wrapping around the crescent moon.
Crack-!
Energy erupted, and light spread in all directions.
In an instant, they separated.
Sochul Daeju regarded his opponent with cold eyes.
Whoosh-!
Maehua Daeju also flicked his blade clean, dispersing the lingering energy.
Sochul Daeju spoke to him.
“…How could you do this?”
His tone was one of incomprehension. Maehua Daeju merely stared at Sochul Daeju with an expressionless gaze.
“Maehua Daeju. You of all people should not be doing this.”
Those who had drawn the line for the righteous sects.
The Celestial Demons who participated in the war and saved countless lives.
Hwasan’s sect leader. Maehwa Ilgeom was a martial artist praised by many.
And.
Maehua Daeju before him was no different.
Though he had not shown particular prominence in the war, the Hwasan Sect had made great contributions to the conflict against the Demonic Cult.
Maehua Daeju too had slaughtered countless demons and greatly aided the righteous sects’ victory as a hero.
“How could you take the hands of such filthy ones?”
He had betrayed them. Sochul Daeju could not believe it.
‘Watch Maehua Daeju. He is a traitor.’
Even when he heard Bangseong-yeon’s words, Sochul Daeju had thought them absurd, words that made no sense.
‘…Is it truly so?’
He had truly betrayed them. Cold sweat dripped down Sochul Daeju’s face at the current situation.
“…Maehua Daeju. How….”
“The heavens stand tall.”
“…What?”
Maehua Daeju opened his mouth.
“The tall heavens stretch endlessly wide. Do you know this?”
“…What are you saying?”
“The sky stretches vast and endless, yet there is only one sun. Do you understand what that means?”
“….”
A vast sky with but a single sun.
It was only natural. The sun could only ever be one.
But what was the problem with that?
“Sochul Daeju.”
Maehua Daeju called out to him.
“What do you think of the current Cheonwol Munchu?”
“…What?”
At the mention of Wol Seon-geom, Sochul Daeju’s brow furrowed.
“Have you never coveted that position?”
“….”
A sharp aura erupted from Sochul Daeju’s body.
“You speak carelessly.”
Anger was woven into his voice. How dare he say such things now?
An intense momentum burst forth, yet Maehua Daeju’s expression remained unchanged.
“The world remembers only one sun. Everything else escapes its notice. How utterly unreasonable.”
A powerful aura flowed from Maehua Daeju’s body as well.
“The sun that shines cannot be replaced. So even if one wishes to become the sun, one can only wait….”
A crimson blade aura traced across his sword.
“But if the sun shows no sign of dimming its light, why not hasten that time a little? I merely hoped for that.”
“….”
Sochul Daeju stared quietly at Maehua Daeju. Then.
A soft laugh.
He was laughing.
“Why do you laugh?”
“Why do I laugh, you ask?”
Sochul Daeju responded with the corners of his mouth raised.
“Because your words are too pathetic.”
“What?”
“In other words… no matter how elegantly you package it, in the end.”
A brilliant blade aura erupted!
Sochul Daeju raised his sword aura. A blade aura that resembled the blue moon.
Cheonwol Blade Aura. The martial force that flowed through the Cheongwol Sect.
It differed somewhat from the Gwangwol Swordsmanship that Yoo Cheon-gil had created and Bangseong-yeon had mastered. Yet this too was a secret technique of the Cheongwol Sect.
Sochul Daeju, channeling it, spoke with gleaming eyes.
“You betrayed the Sect Leader’s position because you coveted it.”
“….”
“That’s all that matters.”
My heart felt lighter. All my doubts had vanished.
“You’re the type of vermin that deserves to die.”
Whoooosh—!!!
The moon extends forth to pierce the flower.
Sochul Daeju despised complexity.
He simply delivered his answer.
And.
That answer was generally correct.

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Clang! Clang clang!
—Ugh!
—Master… please!
The scent of blood and iron began to permeate the cave’s interior.
The aura emanating from the martial artists gathered in a handful, heating the air itself.
Within the increasingly elevated temperature, someone drops a bead of sweat.
Drip.
A droplet of sweat falls from the tip of the chin—and its owner was none other than Hwangso-gong.
Plop.
The sweat drips from his chin and falls to the ground.
At that moment, Hwangso-gong regains his senses.
‘What is this?’
What did I just do?
Surely not.
‘Am I afraid?’
Had he actually succumbed to fear?
Hwangso-gong contorts his face as he loosens his rigid body.
The cold sweat he’d shed left no room for denial—the situation spoke for itself.
“…You.”
Hwangso-gong glares forward with blazing eyes.
Wol-hyeop and Bangseong-yeon, slowly rising to their feet, stood before him.
“What are you?”
Hwangso-gong asks in a sharp voice.
“…”
At those words, Bangseong-yeon regards Hwangso-gong with a gentle gaze.
A chill runs down his spine.
“…!”
The moment their eyes meet, goosebumps erupt across his back.
It was unmistakable.
“How do you possess such eyes…?”
Eyes of a piercing, blood-red crimson.
The origin of records passed down through the Celestial Demon Sect for ages.
[He who possesses the crimson eyes shall become the heaven of the demonic path.]
The sect leader of the demonic path.
Those crimson eyes were the most crucial condition for becoming a Celestial Demon.
Throughout generations, every Celestial Demon of the demonic sect possessed those red eyes.
Moreover, the red eyes were, in other words.
‘A symptom of the Heavenly Killing Star.’
A destiny born solely to kill someone.
It was also a characteristic of those bearing the Heavenly Killing Star.
“…You. You possessed the Heavenly Killing Star…?”
Could Geomseong’s Predecessor have truly borne the Heavenly Killing Star?
How could such a thing be possible? Even seeing the report, Hwangso-gong couldn’t comprehend it.
Moreover, even if he did bear the Heavenly Killing Star, another problem remained.
‘Then, what is this demonic energy?’
The black aura that Bangseong-yeon was currently emanating.
It was unmistakably demonic energy.
‘…How does that man possess demonic energy?’
Demonic energy was different from ordinary internal energy.
It was a great and sacred aura that could only exist among Marins, and only among those whom the Celestial Demon permitted.
That he.
“How do you possess it?”
How could Bangseong-yeon possibly have it?
Hwangso-gong questioned this, but Bangseong-yeon did not answer.
Crack.
Instead of answering, he simply loosened his body this way and that.
“You. Answer at once…!”
“Shh.”
“…!”
Bangseong-yeon placed his index finger to his lips and whispered. At that gesture, Hwangso-gong’s mouth snapped shut in surprise.
“Don’t bark carelessly. It’s bothersome to my ears.”
“….”
Soft and emotionless.
The cautionary tone was exactly like that.
Crack.
He clenched his fist once, then released it. Only then, as if confirming something, did Bangseong-yeon nod his head.
“The Heavenly Killing Star, then….”
A faint smile crosses his face.
That smile felt utterly eerie.
“Quite a trivial matter, wouldn’t you say?”
“…What….”
“It’s nothing but an excuse and rationalization from insects who can’t even control their own fate.”
Bangseong-yeon gazed toward something.
There stood Geombong, frozen just like him.
“Such things don’t apply to me. I abandoned such concerns long ago.”
“…Me?”
Hwangso-gong’s brow twisted fiercely upon hearing the word.
“A word spoken without understanding your place.”
Thud.
Hwangso-gong seized his weapon and expanded his muscles with tremendous force.
“…!”
Yoo Yeon’s eyes widened at the sight.
It was dangerous. I could tell immediately.
Hwangso-gong’s power surged forth increasingly. His momentum was incomparable to when he faced me.
Bangseong-yeon was in danger. Though I didn’t understand what had happened, Yoo Yeon tried to step forward in front of Bangseong-yeon again.
Screech.
“….”
Her body turned to stone under an incomprehensible force.
“Good.”
Bangseong-yeon spoke while looking at Yoo Yeon.
“Stay like that for now. I don’t particularly enjoy being interrupted.”
Thump.
Bangseong-yeon took a step forward.
Shing.
Simultaneously, he drew his blade. The dark-colored sword settled calmly in his hand.
“Hmm.”
The corners of Bangseong-yeon’s eyes curved like crescents as he grasped the sword.
“Dokjon. That fool actually produced something decent.”
His tone was one of satisfaction.
Utterly composed. At this sight, Hwangso-gong’s rage ignited.
“How dare you… show such a reaction toward me?”
His eyes had turned crimson, and the magi he unleashed as well.
Everything was strange, but only one thing mattered.
‘He must die.’
I had to kill him.
This was on an entirely different level from facing Geombong.
‘If I don’t eliminate him here.’
He would become a problem for the Young Master in the future. There was no doubt. At best, he was merely a disciple. I couldn’t afford such carelessness.
Full power.
By whatever means necessary, I would kill him here—that resolve surged through his body.
“Krraaagh!!”
Hwangso-gong surged forward. In an instant, the distance closed as he reached Bangseong-yeon’s position.
후우우우웅—!!!
Wind erupted outward. From his body as the epicenter, a tempest of pure force materialized.
Taechen Wuak Sword.
Taelyong Ayeon.
The formidable energy contained within Hwangso-gong’s blade transformed.
Like a dragon baring its fangs, it took on a savage and vicious form.
The pinnacle of technique and divine mystery.
His absolute skill was unleashed directly at Bangseong-yeon—
Crunch—
“…What?”
What was that sound just now?
Something had been severed. Hwangso-gong’s eyes trembled.
The sound had unmistakably come from his right arm. With trembling gaze, he looked down to confirm.
Thud—
Something fell to the ground.
An arm.
His own arm rolled across the floor.
“…!!!”
Ahhhhhhh–!!!
Hwangso-gong seized his severed arm and let out a piercing scream.
When?
When was it cut?
“You…. How did you…!!”
How had he severed it? Hwangso-gong stared at Bangseong-yeon with eyes contorted in agony.
In that moment.
“Hush….”
“Ugh…!!”
His throat constricted and he clamped his mouth shut.
“Do not raise your voice.”
Bangseong-yeon met Hwangso-gong’s gaze directly.
“I told you before. Do not bark in my presence.”
“…You… man….”
Bangseong-yeon extended his hand toward the ashen-faced Hwangso-gong.
His index finger.
The delicate, refined fingertip made contact with his chest.
“I am not one to forgive a dog that barks at its master.”
Shhhhhhh–!!!
“…!”
Hwangso-gong sensed it. Something was happening at that fingertip.
“Your head will prove useful to me in the future. I shall grant you mercy.”
The tip of my finger darkens with black energy.
“Night that never came. Witness it well.”
Whoooosh—!!
Black energy erupts from Bangseong-yeon’s body.
Hwangso-gong’s form trembles at the shape manifested behind him.
“This is true night.”
Thump.
“Gahhh…!”
The energy flowing from my fingertips consumed Hwangso-gong’s entire body.
In an instant, the whites of his eyes turned black.
Boom—!!
Hwangso-gong’s massive frame collapsed to the ground.
“….”
Yoo Yeon’s eyes widened as she witnessed this.
Bangseong-yeon glanced subtly at Yoo Yeon.
Shing—!!
Without thinking, Yoo Yeon drew her blade toward him.
She regarded Bangseong-yeon with a wary gaze, and at her reaction, he laughed.
“Sharp instincts.”
“….”
“But not now.”
Looking at the fallen Hwangso-gong, Bangseong-yeon rose to his feet.
The battle was still ongoing. From within that chaos, he gazed toward something.
Beyond the wall, to a place unseen. Bangseong-yeon spoke, having perceived it.
“Come out.”
What did he see to say such a thing? Yoo Yeon’s confusion deepened.
Whoooosh.
The wall warped in an instant, and astonishingly, a figure burst forth from within it.
“…Ah… Ahhhhh…. Ahhhhh….”
It was a young man, tears streaming down his face as though overwhelmed by emotion.
His cheeks flushed with excitement, his eyes brimming with gratitude, endless tears flowing.
There was something unsettling about his madness.
Thud.
The young man dropped to his knees.
“…My heaven…. I behold a new heaven….”
It was Gwima.

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