The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 530

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 530
I watched as the sunset gradually painted the sky.
The time had come. Recognizing this, I stepped outside.
The moment I emerged, I saw those waiting for me. Yoo Yeon and Paeng Dojin.
Paeng Dojin, well, that made sense.
“What about you? Are you coming too?”
I couldn’t believe Yoo Yeon was here. At my question, she nodded her head.
Was there really a need to bring her along? A hint of doubt flickered, but.
‘Hmm.’
Should I take her with me? That thought crossed my mind. Well, it wouldn’t hurt.
There was the matter of the Heavenly Killing Formation to consider, but I felt I could suppress that.
Besides, having come this far, what was the point in being picky?
“Let’s go then. Oh, and.”
I turned my gaze. Those standing there blankly came into view.
When our eyes met, they flinched. I let out a slight laugh.
“You’re coming too. Both of you.”
“…Huh?”
“What?”
Woon-ryong and Dok-ryong. I decided to take the Twin Dragons along as well. Leaving them here seemed worse than doing something like this. That’s what made me decide.

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I moved with my group. The so-called Five Heroes of the Later Generation, as they say. When I put it that way, Dok-ryong made a face of displeasure.
“What? Do you have a problem with it?”
“…Isn’t the name a bit crude?”
“Then come up with a better one yourself.”
“How about Four Dragons, One Peak? Something like that?”
“That sounds like something an old man would say. What’s good about that?”
Four Dragons, One Peak—he was really saying that. When I looked at him with disdain, Dok-ryong became dejected. That guy seemed to be getting stranger the more time went on.
Originally, he was just lacking manners, but he at least had some presence about him. Why was he becoming like this?
‘…Did I push him too hard?’
I’d drilled him so much that it seemed like I’d broken the kid. I felt a bit sorry about that.
‘Then he should just do better.’
How much longer would he need to practice the Manceon Hwau before he got his head straight? Now I was only just grasping the concept and learning to apply it.
Wait, didn’t I gain some enlightenment from my sparring match with Paeng Dojin? The fact that I was still milking that realization was surprising.
‘…Or am I asking for too much?’
I couldn’t help but think that way. Learning a technique was a process. It was natural that it took over a year to master one, and.
I hadn’t even been training for a full year yet. From that perspective, I wondered if I was asking too much of Dok-ryong.
‘If you’re frustrated, then do better.’
I did it. So you do it too.
I wasn’t going to sympathize with Dok-ryong’s position. Honestly, being the one teaching was incredibly difficult. He needed to understand that.
‘Dok-ryong is… well, let’s leave him be.’
Woon-ryong, on the other hand…
‘That one’s too green to be useful yet.’
The future of the Shaman Sect. He had always been arrogant and unruly by nature, yet during this operation, he had been remarkably quiet.
‘Is it because of Paeng Dojin and Yoo Yeon?’
It was possible. As a Disciple, he had strutted about with his shoulders held high, and for good reason—he was genuinely talented.
‘But there are already two people more formidable than him.’
Setting myself aside, there was Geombong Yoo Yeon, the foremost Disciple, and Paeng Dojin, who possessed the Cheonmu Jiche constitution.
It was almost amusing to see him puff out his chest.
In truth, whether he strutted about or not mattered little. He merely needed to serve his purpose.
‘We simply haven’t reached our objective yet.’
I would use Woon-ryong later. In the meantime, how he conducted himself was of little consequence.
“Let’s go. We need to finish before nightfall.”
We moved to raid this Martial Arts Alliance branch that had allied itself with Patcheon Gung. Everyone stirred at that simple, straightforward reason.
‘As for Gwima…’
There was no need to request or command anything. He would handle it on his own.
‘Well then.’
Let’s go.
It didn’t take long to arrive at the branch with our forces in tow.
This time, we didn’t sneak in or tread carefully. We headed straight for the entrance with confidence.
The moment we appeared, the Martial Artists of the Alliance flinched.
“…What brings the main sect here…?”
“Summon the Branch Leader. We have words for him.”
“Y-yes…? What do you mean…! The Branch Leader is currently away from his post.”
“Away? Still? This is ridiculous.”
I let out a hollow laugh.
“You said you’d issue us a permit, yet you’re still absent? Should I take this as contempt toward us?”
“That is not the case…”
As he spoke, I observed the Martial Artist’s back. He too carried qi within him.
Seeing that, I continued.
“Or perhaps he’s been running about frantically, hoping his treachery doesn’t come to light.”
“…What…?”
“The League Leader would be furious. Those he trusted have become lackeys of Patcheon Gung.”
“…!”
Crack—!
The moment he heard my words, the Martial Artist’s arm froze just as he was about to draw his blade. I had seized his hand first.
“You should have denied it outright. That would have been better.”
No, actually. I had known all along. It was merely a test. I wanted to see how those watching would react.
“You—!”
Just as the man was about to speak.
Whoosh—! Crash—!!!
Paeng Dojin seized a martial artist and hurled him across the room. He crashed through the wall and embedded himself in it. Ah.
“…Please, take it easy? He’ll die at this rate.”
“Does it matter if he dies? He’s a traitor anyway.”
“…I told you we don’t know that for certain.”
The aura of Patcheon Gung. When it appeared, some people’s personalities underwent drastic changes.
We couldn’t simply kill them all.
“Subdue them if possible.”
“…Tsk. What a hassle.”
Was this man truly orthodox? Judging by his actions and words alone, he was the very embodiment of the demonic path.
Finding it absurd, I let out a hollow laugh and proceeded inside.
Within, numerous figures stared at me with expressions of shock. It was partly because they were martial artists of the main sect, but more so because I had shattered their comrades and walked in.
I spoke to them.
“I am Bangseong-yeon of the Cheongwol Sect.”
I omitted formal speech. This was the right approach now. I needed to establish overwhelming pressure.
Kugugugugung.
I released the contained aura. Using only my own qi, I dominated the surroundings.
Kwagagagagak—!!!
“Gack!”
“Ugh….”
The martial artists staggered and scattered. Paeng Dojin’s eyes widened at the sight.
“Oho….”
He regarded me with renewed interest.
“Have you crossed another threshold while I wasn’t looking? The quality of your aura is beyond reason.”
“…Now is not the time for admiration. Don’t distract me with conversation.”
This was harder than expected. Doing something I’d never attempted before made it worse. I’d never bluffed with aura before.
‘Roughly this should work.’
Of course, even without experience, I had a decent grasp of it. It was simpler than I thought and convenient to use.
It was merely a matter of drawing upon whatever qi I possessed and applying pressure.
So displaying presence this way was actually easier?
‘Simple and most convenient.’
It was a power that excessively poured forth the sheer volume of qi, determined entirely by how strong the opponent’s aura was in response.
‘You can instantly discern the level of cultivation of whoever radiates it.’
Displaying a strong person’s hidden strength was absurdly simple. Just look at this moment.
“Gack…. Huff…! W-what kind of aura is this…!”
The fallen martial artists trembled as they stared at me in astonishment.
‘At this level of output, control is easy too.’
The Sword Emperor had warned me to be careful with aura, but I felt no particular difficulty in using it.
Since I wasn’t releasing everything, I still didn’t fully understand, but for now, that was the case.
I walked forward slowly.
Expelling my inner energy while walking proved more difficult than I anticipated. Even the slightest lapse in concentration caused the expelled force to waver.
Maintaining this state, I moved toward the main hall.
Kuguguguguung! Keugeugeugeuk!
As the energy intensified, the building itself began to vibrate. I was genuinely concerned it might collapse.
For now, I simply sat down and pretended not to notice.
Since I had established momentum, I needed to exploit it.
“I didn’t truly believe what the main headquarters reported and told me—but now that I’m facing this directly, it’s become abundantly clear.”
I shifted my gaze, examining each of the fallen figures one by one. Each time, they trembled.
They were all agents of Patcheon Gung.
“Do you truly believe I came here simply to travel to Shingang?”
“….”
“If you thought so, you were mistaken. The Martial Arts Alliance is not a place so thoughtless and simple.”
My apologies. I threw the Martial Arts Alliance under the bus while thinking of my maternal grandfather. They had no idea what was happening.
“I ask you: what was Patcheon Gung attempting to accomplish here?”
Kuguguguung—!!! I intensified the vibrations further.
Crack. Fissures spread across the walls. Wow. This actually works.
‘No wonder the masters are considered human calamities.’
By simply expelling energy like this, I could reduce people to terror. How could they not be frightened?
What struck me most was that I, an ordinary citizen until recently, had become such an existence.
“No answer. How insolent.”
I infused killing intent into my presence.
Fuuuuung—!!
“Keuuuaaaa…!!!”
Some collapsed with foam at their mouths. In that moment, I adjusted my control.
‘Exclude those without energy.’
Those from Patcheon Gung without visible energy were allowed to escape. This worked too. The more I manipulated energy, the more fascinating it became.
“Where is the Branch Leader? If he doesn’t come soon, they might all die.”
I applied maximum pressure and weight. To prevent them from attempting anything foolish. Or rather, precisely speaking—
‘To make them do so.’
I kept this in mind. I had already prepared my response for when the Branch Leader appeared.
It should be soon. If he felt the energy, he would come. Even if he went far, he would have heard about it.
Just as I was thinking I should reduce my energy and prepare—
-Heavens above.
A telepathic message reached me.
It was from Gwima. But something seemed quite urgent.
-Something approaches…! Be careful—!
The message cut off. Hearing this, I furrowed my brow.
[Well, well?]
The Celestial Demon’s intrigued voice. I immediately withdrew my energy and amplified my perception.
“…What is this?”
Paeng Dojin muttered with an eerie expression. As I heightened my energy perception, I too felt something.
A chill—!
My spine tingled with dread. Sensing that ominous aura, I looked upward. The sky. Something was falling from there.
Thud—! Rolling.
“….”
What fell and rolled toward us was someone’s severed head. Eyes bloodshot, mouth agape in death.
‘Seomdo?’
Branch Leader Seomdo’s head.
Torn away savagely. As I stared at the head, I sensed the presence of someone descending slowly from above.
“How amusing.”
A figure descended, their robe fluttering in the wind.
“I came wondering if something might be happening. And here you are, causing quite the spectacle. How delightful.”
“….”
A thin-framed figure wearing a black mask.
I could not discern their identity.
“Are you Wol-hyeop?”
‘Patcheon Gung.’
This person was from Patcheon Gung. And more than that—
‘…terrifyingly strong.’
A martial artist whose power sent shivers down my spine.

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