The Youngest Daughter of the Hebei Peng Clan Is a Truly a Very Famous Little Heavenly Demon - Chapter 72

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72.

Immediately after, something shocking happened.

“Huk…!”

The sword embedded in Hyeollu Majon’s left chest wouldn’t come out no matter how much I twisted and turned it, or pulled it hard.

Her tightly clenched muscles wrapped around the sword like a vice. Despite this, not a single drop of blood flowed.

Sharp metal claws dug deep into my panting back. She embraced me with both hands and whispered in a sticky tone.

“Let me tell you an interesting fact, you bold little one.”

“Wh-what…?”

“I too am a Hyeolgangsi. Poison and swords cannot work on the dead.”

My eyes widened.

Unlike regular gangsi, Hyeolgangsi like Dangsoso are immune to poison. They don’t die even if their heart or neck is cut. Even if their dantian is destroyed, it will eventually regenerate.

There’s only one way to kill them.

Separate the neck from the head, and simultaneously crush both the dantian and brain beyond any possibility of regeneration. Otherwise, they’ll somehow come back to life.

And that means.

She had been deliberately pretending to be hurt just to toy with me all this time. Even though she had enough power to kill all three of us with a single strike without needing to do such things.

“Let go of him right now!”

Cheonwoo’s shout came from afar. However, Hyeollu Majon took the desperate attacks of him and Dangsoso with her bare body.

Unlike before when she seemed somewhat unstable, the protective qi surrounding her was excessively strong, and no matter how much they swung their swords, they couldn’t reach her.

Eventually, the two stopped their attacks.

They seemed to realize that as long as I was immobilized in Hyeollu Majon’s grasp, recklessly pouring out attacks would only end up hurting me instead.

As the excitement of battle subsided, the pain from my back began to vividly reach me. Just as Dangsoso had shouted, rapid decay began from the wounded area as if time had been fast-forwarded.

The smell of blood pierced deep into my nostrils. Hyeollu Majon’s lowered head came close to my nose.

The scent of blood and the stench of decay from such close proximity that our noses nearly touched made my head dizzy.

‘Think.’

I took a deep breath.

Though it was full of bad smells, circulating oxygen to my brain was important.

With the clearest mind possible.

Then suddenly, I remembered the small sword made of ten-thousand-year cold iron that I had brought from Sacheondang.

‘!’

That’s it.

Right after I remembered.

“Hmm?”

I half-closed my wide-open eyes and gradually relaxed my body.

As if all strength had left my body due to injury. As if I could no longer think properly.

Naturally, thud.

I also let go of the handle of the sword that was stuck in Hyeollu Majon’s chest and wouldn’t budge.

Seeing this, Hyeollu Majon looked puzzled for a moment, then pulled out her right claw from my back and caressed my cheek.

My cheek, cut by the blade-like claw, slowly swelled up. The left side of my face would surely turn dark purple before long.

“You’re weaker than expected.”

I sent a signal to Dangsoso while hanging limply.

No hand signals or telepathic communication were needed.

‘You’ll understand, won’t you?’

Because we’re connected.

“Hmm.”

Hyeollu Majon, who had been scratching my cheek, suddenly wiggled her right hand and hid her claws.

With the blood-colored metal claws retracted, Hyeollu Majon’s hand was just endlessly white and cold like a corpse. Was it a mistake not to notice when she was so similar to Dangsoso?

“Your face is too precious to ruin.”

Right after saying that, transparent tears flowed from her eyes.

It was the cleanest and purest substance in her blood-stained surroundings. With a face that wasn’t sad at all, she wiped her tears and once again brushed my left cheek with her wet hand.

Then something amazing happened.

“…!”

My left cheek, which had been decaying, gradually returned to normal.

Intense itching covered my cheek due to regeneration after rapid decay. Curling my toes, I tried my best not to show that I was conscious and quietly… quietly held my breath.

“If it’s not the Cheonryun Sinmago’s, should I just take it for myself?”

One.

“But if that thing finds out, it will definitely try to take it away. Should I turn him into a gangsi and flee west for a while? No, but it would be troublesome if Cheonma finds out. This guy really seems like that woman’s disciple…”

Two.

“If I ruin his face, I won’t get caught, but then there’s no point in having him, right? Hmm. Hmm-“

Two… and a half of a half.

“Aha! That’s it! I can go to the North Sea. Surely even Cheonma would find it difficult to come there!”

…Three!

Counting in my mind, I suddenly put strength into my hand and pulled out the small sword I had hidden at the hem of my pants. The treasure sword made of ten-thousand-year cold iron shone blindingly cold even within the domain of Blood Sea Descent.

“!”

Hyeollu Majon, who noticed my movement, reacted.

However, her carelessness made her speed just a tiny, tiny bit slower. This time, I truly swung the ten-thousand-year cold iron sword.

Wolgeuk Cheonnang is a technique that cannot be used without a running start.

Then.

Wolhae Swordplay Chapter 5.

Jeolmyeong Dogwang (Absolute Darkness Guiding Light).

Like a single ray of light entering the deep sea.

Since I unleashed it without any preparatory movements, it was weaker than usual, but more lethal due to the close distance. Hyeollu Majon sneered at the sword deeply embedded in her left arm from below to above.

“Ha! This measly sword…!”

However, that composure didn’t last long.

She, who had tried to support the small sword through her arm muscles like with her heart, froze her expression for a moment at the freezing cold.

‘As expected!’

No matter how much of a Hyeolgangsi she is, it’s impossible to take the cold of ten-thousand-year cold iron with bare flesh. The skin tissue falls off the moment it freezes.

“Tsk!”

Clicking her tongue, she relaxed her arm muscles and stepped back slightly.

=Now!

Following my strong telepathic command, Dangsoso, who had been quietly preparing, fell from the air and delivered a spinning back kick.

Not a flying dagger, but a pure body slam.

Crack!

Hyeollu Majon’s body, wrapped in protective qi, was only pushed back very slightly, but the eerie sound of Dangsoso’s entire leg bones crumbling rang out.

Hearing that sound, I rolled on the ground once and quickly pushed off the ground to spring up.

This was a precious gap created by using my most important card. If there was even the slightest delay, I would have only ended up damaging my precious companion gangsi.

I shouted desperately.

“Cheonwoo Sohyeop! Run away right now-“

Whoosh.

As I ran to the opposite side of Hyeollu Majon, a man in Wudang robes with yellow eyes brushed past me.

No.

Were they yellow?

Really?

“…!”

Cheonwoo, who looked back while running, was holding large swords in both hands and moving forward like waves.

It’s commonly said that Wudang’s Taegeuk Hye Sword is extremely beautiful.

Even combining all the martial arts of Gupaibang and the Five Great Families, there’s no more graceful swordsmanship, so naturally Wudang’s disciples were renowned as gentle heroes who pursued goodness befitting their sect’s teachings.

But that.

‘Killing intent?’

It was movement like a predator instinctively seeking slaughter.

As he brushed past me, there was no sound except the small friction of wind. The ‘something’ with black hair and yellow eyes struck strongly and precisely toward Hyeollu Majon’s vital point.

Since sects don’t readily show their core secret techniques to outsiders, I don’t know what kind of swordsmanship he practices.

But if that is the Taiji Wisdom Sword, what aspect of Wudang could he possibly be calling beautiful?

“You!”

No matter how wild one’s instincts, they cannot overcome a vast difference in martial realm.

He couldn’t inflict even a scratch on the Hyeollu Majon who did nothing. She simply stood still and casually waved her hand, deflecting Cheonwoo who kept charging again and again despite being knocked down and rolling on the ground.

However, her expression was.

“You’re not a disciple of Wudang, but a Heaven-Killing Star raised by our sect!”

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