Chapter 517
Chapter 517
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 517
Chapter Title: The Thousand-Blood Sword
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‘So that bastard has become the master of the Thousand-Blood Sword.’
It was said that the blood of a thousand martial artists was needed to awaken the Thousand-Blood Sword.
‘In that case, the purpose of the trials so far must have been to awaken it.’
Only then did Bu Eun-seol understand the meaning of the Eight Rules of the Sword Tomb and the trials.
‘They must have been awakening the demonic sword by changing the conditions of the trials all this time.’
It had been quite a long time since the Celestial Cult had established the Sword Tomb.
Each time, they must have used the Eight Rules of the Sword Tomb to select suitable sacrifices to awaken the demonic sword.
And the three trials that had awakened the demonic nature and madness in the participants this time were likely part of the process to awaken the Thousand-Blood Sword.
‘But if that’s the case, there must have been many other swords besides the Thousand-Blood Sword.’
For Cheon Hwa-in, a latecomer, to have obtained a legendary demonic sword like the Thousand-Blood Sword…
It could only mean that the Celestial Cult had been continuously awakening demonic swords by offering sacrifices long before this one.
‘But… how could a mere heretical cult obtain such demonic swords in large quantities?’
There weren't many legendary demonic swords like the Thousand-Blood Sword in the martial world, and their types were extremely limited.
However, the scale and traces of the Sword Tomb made it seem as if every demonic sword known to the world had been thrust into it.
If so, the Celestial Cult either possessed immense power and authority, contrary to what was known, or… there was a formidable force backing them.
“You.”
Just then, Cheon Hwa-in spotted Bu Eun-seol.
Fortunately, he was wearing the mask of the Black-Faced Lion, so his identity was not revealed.
“Hehehe.”
But to Cheon Hwa-in, whose eyes and mouth dripped with killing intent, it meant nothing.
“There was still someone alive.”
As Cheon Hwa-in glared at the black-masked Bu Eun-seol, a dark energy poured from his pupils.
Kiiiiiii!
The sharp cry of a witch spread out.
It felt like a cry of rage, as if it still hadn't had enough human blood.
“Where did you get that demonic sword?”
Bu Eun-seol had no choice but to ask Cheon Hwa-in.
He had been trapped for a time in the collapsed underground facility after fighting the Black-Faced Lions.
He had no way of knowing how Cheon Hwa-in had obtained the Thousand-Blood Sword, or what had become of the other members of the Celestial Cult.
“I’ll kill them all…”
But Cheon Hwa-in was not in his right mind.
His eyes were rolled back, white and crazed, and a mixture of white spittle and a bloodthirsty smile flowed from his lips.
It seemed that all the corpses here had been massacred by Cheon Hwa-in using the Thousand-Blood Sword.
“Hehehehe.”
At that moment, Cheon Hwa-in let out a hideous laugh as he looked at Bu Eun-seol, who was wearing a black demon mask.
With his sallow eyes and flushed red skin, he looked just like a demon that had clawed its way up from the earth.
“Hehehehe!”
With every laugh that escaped his lips, a black smoke seemed to spread, darkening the entire world.
‘Was it fate all along?’
Even if he hadn't become the Sect Leader of the Mount Hua Sect.
Even if he hadn't become a Grand Commander in the Martial Alliance.
Cheon Hwa-in had been equipped with the opportunities and conditions to live a good enough life.
But his twisted and narrow-minded nature caused him to miss all his good chances, and in the end, he had to leave the Mount Hua Sect.
Bu Eun-seol had thought that Cheon Hwa-in had fallen into an irreversible abyss because he couldn't overcome his despair.
But that was a mistaken thought.
From the very beginning, Cheon Hwa-in was a villain with a cruel and dark nature, destined to walk the path of a demon.
“Heh.”
Cheon Hwa-in stared at Bu Eun-seol with his blackened eyes.
He immediately aimed the demonic sword at him.
*Drip.*
As his gaze met the tip of the Thousand-Blood Sword, Bu Eun-seol heard a sound like a drop of water falling.
At the same time, his vision went black and his entire body felt like a block of wood as all his senses vanished.
The demonic sword, Thousand-Blood Sword.
Merely looking at it possessed the terrifying power to rob a person of their spirit and senses.
*Zzzing.*
Bu Eun-seol tried to unleash his Ruyi True Arts.
But only a faint ripple rose from his body. The tangible true energy did not spread out.
As a side effect of using the power of harmony for an extended period.
Not only his internal energy but also the powers of the Divine Vessels and the Righteous, Demonic, and Buddhist arts within him were temporarily sealed.
‘This is dangerous.’
The sealing of all his powers was an extremely natural reaction to recover his scattered energies, but…
Cheon Hwa-in, holding the Thousand-Blood Sword, would not wait for that time.
*Whoosh!*
In that instant, a jet-black sword energy shot out from before his eyes, aimed at Bu Eun-seol’s brow.
*Tssst!*
Bu Eun-seol quickly tried to use the footwork of Extreme Speed, Shadowless Form.
But with all the power in his body gone, his movements were not agile.
*Zip!*
The sword energy from the Thousand-Blood Sword grazed the hem of his clothes.
At that, Bu Eun-seol felt as if the blood in his body had evaporated.
Just by touching him, the sword energy of the Thousand-Blood Sword was exhibiting its bizarre power.
“Hahahaha!”
Cheon Hwa-in burst into a maniacal laugh and swung the Thousand-Blood Sword wildly.
“You’re just like a rat!”
Every time the blade of the Thousand-Blood Sword cut through the air, its sharp sword energy left a distinct afterimage.
Not only that, but the afterimages didn't disappear even after a good while.
Thus, the more Cheon Hwa-in swung his sword, the more the hall filled with the sharp sword energy left by the Thousand-Blood Sword.
*Snip.*
As Bu Eun-seol retreated, a lock of his hair brushed against the sword energy lingering in the air.
Instantly, his hair was severed as if cut by a sharp knife.
‘Bare-handed won’t work.’
Surveying his surroundings, Bu Eun-seol quickly ducked down and pulled a sword from the Sword Tomb.
*Shunk.*
The remaining demonic swords seemed to have not absorbed enough blood due to the collapse of the Sword Tomb, so they were pulled out easily without any resistance.
*Swoosh!*
Bu Eun-seol immediately unleashed the Thirteen Forms of the Iron Sword.
Demonic sword arts like the Formless Heavenly Flow Style or the Seven Forms of Blood Tears emphasized immense power.
To properly execute their forms, they required a corresponding level of internal energy.
But the sword arts of the righteous factions, like the Thirteen Forms of the Iron Sword, were different.
They aimed to subdue the enemy with the subtlety of the art rather than raw power, making them suitable for situations like this when his internal energy was scattered.
*Whiriririk!*
Bu Eun-seol used the forms of the Iron Sword to redirect the Thousand-Blood Sword's energy, which had spread in all directions, back at Cheon Hwa-in.
*Shuu! Shuu!*
However, the redirected sword energy was immediately absorbed by the Thousand-Blood Sword.
As it turned out, what that terrifying demonic sword was unleashing was not mere sword energy, but the resentment and demonic qi it contained.
‘In that case.’
Bu Eun-seol closed the distance instead, getting right up to Cheon Hwa-in.
He then unleashed a flurry of profound sword forms, starting to cut at Cheon Hwa-in's body directly.
Thanks to his deep mastery of swordsmanship, he could display outstanding power even without internal energy.
—Kyaaaa!
A sword cry like a witch's scream erupted from the Thousand-Blood Sword, and Cheon Hwa-in began to neutralize Bu Eun-seol's sword forms one by one.
*Clang! Clang!*
But his movements were strange.
No matter how Bu Eun-seol attacked, Cheon Hwa-in just swung his sword like a madman.
Looking closely, it wasn't Cheon Hwa-in moving, but the Thousand-Blood Sword itself, defending against the forms as if it were moving on its own.
*Chiiing! Clatter.*
As the weapons clashed repeatedly, the demonic sword Bu Eun-seol was holding eventually shattered into pieces and scattered to the floor.
This grotesque demonic sword, which used deep-seated resentment as its source of power, was crushing ordinary demonic swords like crackers.
‘Just by holding that sword, is it as if he’s learned the Blade Emperor’s arts?’
The Thousand-Blood Sword could not only nullify all incoming external force.
It was also autonomously blocking all attacks aimed at its wielder.
It was a power that seemed to combine the Blade Emperor's martial arts with the Form-Shifting Sword Control Art.
Moreover, since it could destroy any demonic sword it clashed with, it could be considered even more frightening than the Blade Emperor's arts.
*Thud. Shunk.*
Unfazed, Bu Eun-seol quickly threw away the broken sword and pulled out another demonic sword from the Sword Tomb.
He continuously unleashed the Thirteen Forms of the Iron Sword combined with Grafting Flowers onto Jade, deflecting Cheon Hwa-in’s attacks.
*Crack. Clatter.*
But unable to withstand the power of the Thousand-Blood Sword, the demonic sword once again shattered into pieces.
Bu Eun-seol calmly kept pulling out demonic swords from the Sword Tomb.
The Thousand-Blood Sword was a legendary demonic sword that had made its name known throughout the martial world for generations.
Even if he were holding a decent divine sword, he wouldn't have been able to last long.
Therefore, Bu Eun-seol continuously retreated, grabbing whatever demonic sword he could to face Cheon Hwa-in.
There were still many swords left in the Sword Tomb, so he could manage a few more exchanges.
*Clang, clatter! Crack! Clatter.*
However, perhaps because the remaining demonic swords were in poor condition, they now started to crack or shatter the moment they clashed.
‘There aren't many demonic swords left now.’
Bu Eun-seol bit his lip as he glanced at the half-collapsed scenery of the Sword Tomb.
There were now only a few swords left to face the Thousand-Blood Sword.
“Hehehe. Not many swords left now, are there?”
As Cheon Hwa-in stopped his movements and let out a hideous laugh,
*Tap.*
Bu Eun-seol didn't miss the opportunity, quickly retreating and pulling out another demonic sword.
“Yes, you have to resist like that to make the kill worthwhile.”
Cheon Hwa-in, looking at Bu Eun-seol with a joyous expression, licked his red tongue.
“I will flay your flesh piece by piece and kill you painfully.”
‘Was this the price for using the power of harmony for so long?’
His internal energy and Divine Vessels still hadn't returned.
If he had been able to calmly meditate and heal from his injuries, he would have been able to recover his body instantly.
But having to fight a bloody battle with Cheon Hwa-in as soon as he escaped the underground facility, his condition was only getting worse.
“Huu, huu.”
Bu Eun-seol, who had been breathing heavily for a while, had a glint in his eyes.
To be gasping for breath even though the power in his body was sealed.
That meant the Thousand-Blood Sword must also have the ability to drain an enemy's stamina.
At this rate, he might be absurdly defeated at the hands of Cheon Hwa-in.
“Hahaha!”
Cheon Hwa-in burst into a maniacal laugh and swung the Thousand-Blood Sword again.
Although he quickly used his footwork to dodge the attack, the black demon mask he was wearing was grazed by the sword energy.
*Crack. Thud.*
The black demon mask, which he had picked up and put on again, split into two pieces and fell to the floor.
At the same time, Bu Eun-seol's face, disguised as Seon U-jin, was slowly revealed.
“You are…”
A black flame flickered in the eyes of Cheon Hwa-in, who was holding the demonic sword.
Seon U-jin.
The one who had snatched the position of Grand Commander of the Peak Unit, a unit founded by Martial Alliance Elder Gu In-jeong, which should have been his.
The one who had pushed him, who was wandering after being pushed out of the succession line of the Mount Hua Sect, into a complete abyss.
That riffraff from a merchant guild, whose mere thought made him tear his hair out in his sleep from unresolved anger.
The one who was attacking him with pathetic martial arts in this ruined Sword Tomb was none other than Seon U-jin?
“Hehehehe. Hahahaha!”
Cheon Hwa-in burst into a maniacal laugh.
Due to the demonic power of the Thousand-Blood Sword, he now possessed limitless internal energy and stamina. And a boundless killing intent and strength.
He was overflowing with so much confidence and power that he felt he could fight fearlessly even if the Dual Heavenly Emperors of Righteousness and Demonic Arts were standing before him.
And now, his sworn enemy, whom he wanted to chew to pieces to vent his anger, was right in front of him… he couldn't contain his joy.
“You bastard!”
Cheon Hwa-in charged forward like a mass of black clouds.
*Swish-swish-swish-swish-swish!*
Simultaneously, as if to pulverize Bu Eun-seol's body, the Thousand-Blood Sword spun like a windmill, unleashing a torrent of sharp sword energy.
Bu Eun-seol continuously retreated while using the Thirteen Forms of the Iron Sword, but the sword energy, like a living creature, tenaciously pursued and grazed his body.
“Die!”
Finally catching an opening, Cheon Hwa-in swung the Thousand-Blood Sword wide and let out a thunderous roar.
—Kiiiiiii!
As if responding to his demonic qi, a massive surge of sword energy shot up from the Thousand-Blood Sword towards the sky, then rained down on Bu Eun-seol.
*BOOM!*
With a loud explosion, a section of the Sword Tomb was completely obliterated.
*Tsssss!*
Although he managed to avoid the blow, white steam rose from Bu Eun-seol’s body.
Because his internal power was sealed, every time he was grazed by the Thousand-Blood Sword's energy, his blood and bodily fluids were instantly evaporating.
“You should feel it too.”
As Cheon Hwa-in looked at the struggling Bu Eun-seol, a black mist billowed from his eyes.
“The despair I felt! That powerlessness!”
Cheon Hwa-in, now exhaling black mist from his mouth, looked like a specter from hell trying to swallow the world.
“…”
Bu Eun-seol’s gaze remained calm.
Even while facing a madman wielding a legendary demonic sword with all his internal energy and powers sealed.
He maintained his composure, analyzed the situation, and was solely focused on finding a way to defeat his enemy.
*Thud.*
Just then, Bu Eun-seol noticed a piece of metal stuck in the ground at his feet.
It was something that had been buried in the earth and had popped out due to the impact of Cheon Hwa-in’s sword energy.
‘Is it a sword?’
Bu Eun-seol hesitated.
Right now, Cheon Hwa-in was gathering his strength to deliver a fatal blow.
What if that thing wasn't a sword? Or if it was a fragment of a broken sword?
Bending down and exposing an opening would only increase the chances of taking a fatal hit.
‘I have to grab something.’
In his current state, he couldn't block the decisive strike Cheon Hwa-in was about to unleash.
If so, he had no choice but to take the risk of pulling out whatever was at his feet.
*Shunk.*
He quickly reached out and pulled out the object from the ground.
*Zzzing.*
A low vibration echoed as the embedded object revealed its form.
‘An iron sword?’
It turned out that what was stuck in the ground was a shabby-looking old iron sword.
“Die!”
Seizing the opportunity, Cheon Hwa-in swung the Thousand-Blood Sword wide.
A massive, crescent-shaped wave of sword energy shot out, looking as if it would split Bu Eun-seol's body in two.
The strike was so fast that Bu Eun-seol couldn't even swing the iron sword and had to roll on the ground.
Even so, the Thousand-Blood Sword's energy grazed past him, leaving a deep gash on his shoulder.
“Huhuhu.”
Normally, Cheon Hwa-in would have followed up with another attack to finish him off.
But seeing Bu Eun-seol roll on the dirty ground to dodge, he stopped his attack and burst into a triumphant, maniacal laugh.
“Hahahaha! What a pathetic sight!”
Renowned martial arts masters.
They would rather die than use a move like the ‘Lazy Donkey Rolls in the Dust’ to dodge an attack by rolling on the ground.
But Bu Eun-seol didn't even see himself as a martial artist.
If he could dodge an attack, he wouldn't hesitate to use a move like the ‘Monkey Flips Around,’ sticking his rear out as he flew.
He couldn't care less.
*Clink.*
Getting back to his feet, Bu Eun-seol gripped the iron sword, his eyes flashing.
Cheon Hwa-in, seeming even more amused, laughed heartily.
“You’ve picked up some impressive trash. You intend to face this Thousand-Blood Sword with that?”
Bu Eun-seol didn't answer, merely glaring at Cheon Hwa-in.
But it was strange.
As he gripped the dark iron sword, an inexplicable sense of elation filled him.
He even felt as if the energy flowing from the blade was untangling his twisted qi and blood, and infusing strength into his exhausted body.
“You dodged well, hopping around like a rabbit, but it ends now.”
*Fwoooosh!*
Cheon Hwa-in swung the Thousand-Blood Sword wide.
Sharp sword energies began to fill the space around Bu Eun-seol.
He was filling the area with sharp sword energy from the start to prevent Bu Eun-seol from escaping.
“After I take your head, I will go to the Martial Alliance and cut off the heads of the old fools who shamed me.”
*Billow, billow.*
The enraged Cheon Hwa-in was completely obscured by the black mist flowing from the Thousand-Blood Sword.
He resembled a demon, with only his sallow eyes glinting from within the black mist.
‘I have to counterattack.’
The sword energy from the Thousand-Blood Sword that Cheon Hwa-in had created was completely blocking his escape routes.
As long as his internal energy didn't return, he had no choice but to counter with this sword.
*Wheeeek!*
With a whistling sound, the sword energy that poured out from the black mist descended upon Bu Eun-seol’s head.
*CLANG!*
In an instant, a clear sound rang out, and a shockwave spread in all directions.
Bu Eun-seol had easily blocked the Thousand-Blood Sword's energy with the iron sword in his hand.
*Voom! Voom!*
There was a low tremor, but it was a pleasant vibration.
This was no ordinary iron sword; it was a mystical blade capable of effortlessly blocking the destructive power of the Thousand-Blood Sword.
“You blocked it?”
His eyes flashing with killing intent, Cheon Hwa-in swung the Thousand-Blood Sword again from within the black mist.
*Swoosh-swoosh!*
Cloud-like masses of sword energy poured towards Bu Eun-seol’s body.
But Bu Eun-seol charged toward the sword energy instead, deploying the Thirteen Forms of the Iron Sword.
*Swishhhhh!*
As the subtlety of Grafting Flowers onto Jade turned the incoming sword energy back, a fierce sound of tearing air echoed.
*Paaat!*
Finally, the sword energy vanished as if washed away, revealing Cheon Hwa-in’s form hidden within the mist.
“Hap!”
Not missing the chance, Bu Eun-seol instantly closed the distance and swung his iron sword.
*Ching! Clang!*
With clear sword cries, their weapons clashed repeatedly.
Cheon Hwa-in tried his best to break Bu Eun-seol’s sword, but each time, it was his own hands that went numb.
“How.”
Pushed back by a shabby iron sword, Cheon Hwa-in glared at the Thousand-Blood Sword and roared.
“What kind of demonic sword can’t even break a rusty piece of junk like that!”
*Kiiiiiii!*
In response, the Thousand-Blood Sword let out an extremely irritated and angry sword cry.
*Krrrrrr.*
The cry soon turned into a grotesque sound, and the Thousand-Blood Sword began to transform into a spiky, deformed shape.
*Krrk. Krrrk.*
When it finally stopped moving, the blade of the Thousand-Blood Sword had changed into a beast-like form with bizarre scales.
It was also spewing out a powerful demonic qi like a thick fog.
“So this is your true power!”
A dark luster flowed over the skin of Cheon Hwa-in, who was holding the Thousand-Blood Sword, and black smoke billowed from his mouth with every breath.
The powerful demonic qi flowing from the sword was infusing his mind and body with immense strength.
*Krrrck!*
A strange sword cry echoed from the Thousand-Blood Sword.
Simultaneously, black sword energy shot up from beneath Bu Eun-seol's feet.
*Crack!*
In an instant, it formed a sphere, closing in to swallow Bu Eun-seol.
Much like the Caged Bird in Mist Style of the Formless Heavenly Flow. He had freely manipulated the sword energy to tear Bu Eun-seol’s body apart in a single move.
No, it should have torn him apart.
*Whoooosh!*
A gust of wind blew from within the black sphere of sword energy, and a faint light began to leak from inside.
*CRASH!*
Soon, the black encircling sword energies were shattered in an instant, and above them, the black iron sword slowly revealed itself.
Bu Eun-seol had used the iron sword in his hand to destroy all the sword energy that had closed in on him.
*Voom! Voom!*
A low sword cry echoed from the blade.
‘The Divine Vessels?’
What he felt through the vibrations.
It was a demand to infuse it with the Crystal Divine Vessel and Thunder Divine Vessel within Bu Eun-seol's body.
‘The sword is demanding the power of the Divine Vessels?’
Bu Eun-seol was bewildered.
A sword was demanding the Divine Vessels, which held the power of nature?
*Voom-voom-voom!*
As the sword seemed to whine again, Bu Eun-seol couldn't hide his astonishment.
‘I’d give it to you if I could, but all the energy in my body is sealed.’
Did it read his thoughts?
The vibrations from the sword intensified, and suddenly, a strange power was injected into Bu Eun-seol's meridians.
He felt his twisted qi and blood returning to their proper places.
*Shwaa. Zzzzt.*
The sealed Divine Vessels were restored to their original state.
Without thinking, Bu Eun-seol naturally infused those energies into the sword.
*Zzzing.*
A faint light began to flicker from the sword, and gradually, a mystical pattern glowing with gold and red light appeared on the blade.
*Voom voom.*
As the light from the pattern grew stronger, a sword cry echoed from the blade.
It was as if it were clamoring to quickly destroy the Thousand-Blood Sword.
‘What kind of sword is this?’
A divine sword only benefits humans, but a demonic sword demands something in return for its power.
But this sword was neither.
It made demands, but what it wanted was the Divine Vessels, which a demonic sword could not contain.
And to drink the Divine Vessels, it was exhibiting the bizarre ability to realign Bu Eun-seol's qi and blood.
“What in the world is that now!”
Staring at the demonic sword that now held a mysterious glow, Cheon Hwa-in once again swung the Thousand-Blood Sword.
*Kraw!*
The black mist that erupted from the Thousand-Blood Sword took the form of a beast and wrapped around Bu Eun-seol's body.
*BOOM!*
As he swung his sword, an explosion occurred and Bu Eun-seol's body was pushed back.
‘Did it just change its appearance to look impressive?’
He had expected the power of the Thunder or Crystal Divine Vessel to pour out since it had absorbed both.
But the two powers seemed to have only been used to create the pattern on the blade, showing no particular increase in might.
“Die!”
*Kraw! Krawww!*
Beast-shaped sword energies continuously poured out from the Thousand-Blood Sword.
‘I can’t block that.’
He whispered to the demonic sword, which was merely shimmering with its mysterious pattern.
*Whoooosh!*
The light of the pattern etched on the blade grew even more intense, and once again, a cool energy permeated Bu Eun-seol's body.
‘It’s unblocked.’
In that instant, his blocked meridians were cleared, and he could use his internal energy again.
*Hwaak!*
When Bu Eun-seol infused his internal energy and swung the sword, the beast-like sword energies were all annihilated.
*Flash! Flash!*
The demonic sword, now infused with internal energy, emitted a blinding light every time Bu Eun-seol swung it.
*Shwaaak!*
As the sword energy of the Waning Moon, Morning Star Form cut through the mist, Cheon Hwa-in's figure, hidden within the black fog, was revealed.
“How!”
‘Now!’
Spotting Cheon Hwa-in's opening, Bu Eun-seol infused his internal energy and swung the sword with all his might.
*Shiiiiiiik!*
The whole world seemed to slow down, and a red light extending from the sword slowly reached for Cheon Hwa-in's neck.
The Breaking Form of Meteor Chasing the Moon.
The peerless swordsmanship, a combination of the secrets of the Formless Heavenly Flow and the Seven Forms of Blood Tears, was once again unleashed.
*CLANG!*
The Thousand-Blood Sword, as if trying to save its user's life, created a black sword barrier, blocking the sword energy of the Meteor Chasing the Moon Form.
Then, Bu Eun-seol’s sword form changed once more.
*Swishhhhh!*
Suddenly, dozens of sword energies appeared above Cheon Hwa-in’s head and rained down on his body like a storm.
The fourth form of the Formless Heavenly Flow Style, which could freely prepare and move sword energy.
It was the Breaking Form of Caged Bird in Mist.
*Papapapak.*
As the rain of sword energy pierced his body, Cheon Hwa-in froze in place.
“Ah.”
His entire body pierced by the Caged Bird in Mist Style, Cheon Hwa-in's demonic qi vanished, and his eyes cleared.
“I…”
As if the memories of slaughtering countless people while he had lost his sanity flooded back, he trembled with unfocused eyes.
“Seon U-jin.”
Lifting his head, Cheon Hwa-in stared intently into Bu Eun-seol's calm eyes and spoke in a low voice.
“You… did not see me here.”
Those were his last words in this world.
*Paa!*
With an explosion, his body scattered in all directions.
The moment his breath stopped, his body could not handle the power of the Thousand-Blood Sword contained within and exploded in a violent death.
*Splatter.*
Only red fragments and bodily fluids remained where Cheon Hwa-in had stood.
*Clang.*
The Thousand-Blood Sword also fell unceremoniously to the ground.
*Voom! Voom!*
At that, a low sword cry echoed from the demonic sword in Bu Eun-seol’s hand.
And the light from the pattern etched on its blade began to blaze like the sun.
“Destroy it?”
The demonic sword was urging him to immediately destroy the Thousand-Blood Sword that had fallen to the ground.
“Can it be broken? The Thousand-Blood Sword.”
When Bu Eun-seol asked as he looked down at the sword,
*Voom-voom-voom!*
The sword began to cry out even louder, as if excited.
*Kyaaaaaa!*
Was it sensing its end?
Or was it frustrated at being defeated without being able to unleash its full power?
A scream-like wail came from the Thousand-Blood Sword lying on the ground.
“A demonic sword like this must vanish from the martial world.”
Bu Eun-seol walked over to where the Thousand-Blood Sword lay.
*Voom!*
He used the Void Grasping Art to lift the Thousand-Blood Sword into the air, then struck its blade with all his might.
*DEEEENG!*
A sound like a great temple bell rang out, seeming to shake the entire world.
*Thud. Crackle.*
The Thousand-Blood Sword fell to the ground, shattered into several pieces, and was bleeding a human-like blood.
But the demonic sword in Bu Eun-seol's hand didn't have a single scratch.
Instead, the pattern on it was emitting an even more intense light. The light looked like a monster patting its belly after a satisfying meal.
*Krrrrrr.*
And as if its work was done, the mystical pattern that had been etched on the blade vanished with a grotesque sound.