Chapter 300
Chapter 300
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 300
Chapter Title: Heavenly Plum Rain
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The appearances of the Immortal Bishops who rose to their feet were bizarre.
Each one had hazy eyes, and madness rampaged wildly throughout their entire bodies.
They emitted chaotic waves of energy all at once.
The already chaotic summit of Cheontong Pavilion plunged even deeper into turmoil.
"……."
Yukwon's and his companions' expressions hardened.
They had just witnessed the Immortal Heavenly Cult Leader's prowess in slaying the Ghost Sword Commander in a single exchange.
The Lost Soul Lion's skills were no pushover either, and now even the Immortal Bishops had joined the fray.
It was enough to make their vision go dark.
'Were they always this strong?'
Yukwon bit his lip hard.
It was an unbelievable realm.
Especially the Immortal Heavenly Cult Leader's martial arts, which had reached a transcendent state beyond human limits.
'Can I do it without the Ghost Sword?'
A negative thought naturally surfaced.
Having witnessed such overwhelming divinity that seemed impossible to even challenge, a thick sense of defeat inevitably settled over him.
'The three of us... no.'
As he thought that, he flinched.
'Where is the Plum Blossom Divine Hero...?'
The moment he tried to roll his eyes.
Whoosh—
The Lost Soul Lion shook his sword once.
Hazy energy rippled from his sleeve and blade, encroaching on the surroundings.
It was a deep, majestic wave of internal energy.
The Lost Soul Lion, channeling the Divine Art that only the Thirteen Lions could cultivate—the Dark Thunder Heavenly Surge Art—half-closed his eyes.
In that instant, dark thunder crashed from his eyes.
As if demonstrating the might of the Dark Thunder Heavenly Surge Art at its peak.
Soon, he spread his energy and spoke.
"Grant those fools their rest."
At his command, the Immortal Bishops kicked off the ground and charged.
There was no question of who went first.
All of them rushed in simultaneously.
Bam!
The terrifying momentum created by dozens of peak masters—the Immortal Bishops—charging one by one was overwhelming.
"Don't forget your objective!"
The situation had already unfolded.
There was no turning back for them now.
Their only goal was to charge forward and complete their mission.
Yukwon stomped the ground as he shouted.
Boom!
The already cracked floor shattered in places.
It was the aftermath of the Great Illusion Swallow Step he had instantly unleashed to its peak.
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ Great Illusion Swallow Step Immediately after, he rushed toward the Immortal Heavenly Cult Leader, swinging his saber fiercely.
The saber, raised to his waist, shone brilliantly with the Overlord Single Qi Art.
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ Linked Giant Force Flash Spirit Saber Layers of saber aura stacked on the blade, emitting intense energy waves in all directions
Screeech!
The moment the saber aura-clad blade crushed the air and struck down like lightning.
"How dare you target the Cult Leader!"
Suddenly, the Lost Soul Lion appeared.
His movement was ghostly.
Enraged at being ignored despite standing right in front while targeting the Immortal Heavenly Cult Leader again, he spun his foot like a wheel.
It was a sharp, swift kick technique.
His leg traced a massive half-moon arc, precisely aiming for Yukwon's solar plexus as he swung his saber.
Clang!
The energy-infused kick completely deflected the trajectory of the swung Linked Giant Force Flash Spirit Saber.
"Tch!"
Yukwon frowned at the nullified attack and staggered back.
Whoosh!
From both sides, Eunseolseol and Gi Junghak swooped in like vultures.
They channeled energy into their hands and spear.
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ Shadowless Palm / Piercing All Directions Spear This time, the Lost Soul Lion unleashed his energy explosively against their signature techniques.
Crack!
The cracks in the floor widened further from the rigid energy extending from beneath his feet.
His entire body shimmered.
The landscape was crushed by the Dark Thunder Heavenly Surge Art pulled to its limit.
And at some point, the Lost Soul Lion suddenly swung his sword.
Boom! Crack!
With every swing of the Lost Soul Lion's sword, hazy energy scattered, thoroughly demolishing the surroundings.
It was a barrage of overwhelming sword strikes.
Then, finally, they clashed.
Ching! Slash!
Sparks flew, and blood splattered.
"Dragon Form Step and Cat Cloud Step? Dragon Heaven Nine Gates and those from Mount Heng Sect, I presume."
The Immortal Heavenly Cult Leader murmured while spectating.
The footwork of the two was something he recognized from his past wanderings in the Central Plains.
That was when it happened.
Step. Step.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed.
It was peculiar.
Amid this chaotic melee of explosions and clashing metal, these footsteps rang especially clearly in their ears.
It felt like they overwhelmed even the blasts and strikes.
The Immortal Heavenly Cult Leader turned his head.
A young man was slowly ascending from the nearly collapsed staircase.
Leisure emanated from his steady pace and gait.
"……How intriguing."
Seeing the nonchalant footsteps, the Immortal Heavenly Cult Leader revealed an amused expression.
He was right there in front of them.
Yet they couldn't sense his presence.
Not even during his approach, nor now.
It was as if he alone existed detached from this world, simply taking steps forward.
The young man, Cheonhwi, stopped.
In that instant, his windswept hair rippled from the backlash before settling still.
"Young hero!"
Yukwon shouted upon belatedly spotting Cheonhwi.
Eunseolseol and Gi Junghak, who had been blocking the Immortal Bishops' attacks, also whipped their heads around with wide eyes.
"He's here!"
"You're alive!"
Their faces brightened at the appearance of Cheonhwi, whom they thought had vanished since he hadn't been seen.
And at that moment.
"Another one!"
"Grant him rest as well!"
The Immortal Bishops spotted him just like the trio and spun around.
Thud!
Six Immortal Bishops, madness etched on their faces, gripped their weapons and leaped high toward Cheonhwi.
The distance closed in an instant.
Accelerating fiercely, they unleashed their martial arts toward the newcomer.
Sword, spear, fist, kick, palm, saber.
The attacks laden with killing intent and madness swiftly occupied all six directions, closing in.
Whoosh!
The ambient air vibrated from the aerial barrage of their energy-infused techniques, gradually pressuring Cheonhwi.
But.
"What a nuisance."
Cheonhwi muttered indifferently.
Shing—
He drew Hwamwol from his waist.
The subtle crimson blade reflected the divine light, emanating an opaque glow.
He then raised his sword high.
It was an utterly ethereal sight.
As everyone was captivated by the sight, the glow from the blade coalesced like threads of silk.
Screeech!
The sword slashed diagonally at blinding speed.
The sword strike infused with Plum Blossom Divine Art energy cleaved the two Immortal Bishops in front.
Splash!
The two, split diagonally, spewed blood from their bodies and tumbled over.
It didn't end there.
Cheonhwi glanced at the four attacking from behind, above, and the sides, then altered the flow of his fully swung sword.
The blade, which had reached its end, suddenly whipped around like a lash in a bizarre motion and surged upward.
It resembled a dancer's graceful moves.
⚔ Falling Petals Sword Art ⚔ Hwamwol, swung in extravagantly brilliant arcs, instantly shattered the charging Immortal Bishops and their weapons.
Slash! Clang!
The Immortal Bishops, their chests rent open by the sword, vomited blood and perished on the spot.
"What just happened...?"
"What was that?"
The onlookers fell into panic.
They couldn't comprehend what had transpired despite witnessing it.
In the blink of an eye—truly the briefest moment—six Immortal Bishops had died.
It was a truly astonishing display of prowess.
As everyone silently gazed at Cheonhwi, who had created this dreamlike scene.
"There sure are a lot of small fry."
Cheonhwi himself grumbled indifferently and raised his sword.
The crimson-tinged Hwamwol blade reflected light that shattered brightly.
Flash!
Suddenly, plum blossoms bloomed everywhere.
"Plum Blossom Sword Art...?"
Yukwon gaped and muttered.
He was dazed by its might, which differed vastly from the Plum Blossom Sword Art he knew.
He wasn't alone.
Eunseolseol, Gi Junghak, and even the Lost Soul Lion battling them froze like statues, staring at the sky filled with plum blossoms.
"Sword flowers?"
"So vivid...?"
"Flowers in the sky?"
The manifested plum blossoms were clearly illusions.
Yet despite knowing that, they couldn't underestimate them.
After all, just facing them made their skin prickle.
Swish—
Cheonhwi continued raising Hwamwol upward.
The higher he lifted Hwamwol, the more flower buds formed at its tip.
One by one.
The buds kept emerging, blooming, and multiplying.
And when Hwamwol touched the sky.
Flash!
Plum blossoms fully bloomed across the entire heavens.
It was a beautiful sight.
"Guess I need to clean up first."
Cheonhwi's lips moved, his low voice resounding.
Swish—
Hwamwol dropped downward.
A simple stroke from above to below.
Yet the Immortal Bishops facing its path were left dumbfounded.
They couldn't even twitch a finger under the overwhelming pressure bearing down from above.
It wasn't human prowess.
'This is a god's...'
As that irreverent thought crossed their minds simultaneously, the plum blossoms burst into full bloom.
Plum petals scattered at once.
Dozens, hundreds—no, thousands.
The petals densely blanketed the sky before cascading downward.
🌸 Seven Ultimate Plum Blossom Sword - Fifth Form 🌸 Falling Plum Heavenly Rain Flowers "Ahh... O God, to me..."
"...eternal life..."
The Immortal Bishops' minds grew hazy.
The shower of flower rain enveloped the entire sky, leaving no escape.
No, there wasn't even a gap to dodge.
Swish—
A single petal drifted down slowly, piercing their crown and Baihui acupoint.
At the same time, a plum fragrance tickled their noses.
A thick, fragrant plum scent.
And then.
Splash!
The Immortal Bishops struck directly by the Falling Plum Heavenly Rain Flowers collapsed limply forward.
Their conditions were gruesome.
Shredded by thousands of petals, their forms were unrecognizable from life.
Silence forcibly gripped the space.
Everyone halted even their movements.
No distinction between friend and foe.
It was perhaps inevitable.
Now, only about a dozen remained atop Cheontong Pavilion, where dozens had been moments ago.
In a single breath, over fifty peak masters had all perished.
That was when it happened.
Clap clap clap!
The brief silence shattered under sudden applause.
It was the Immortal Heavenly Cult Leader.
"You possess truly astonishing prowess. I never imagined I'd witness such beautiful and vivid plum blossoms."
He smiled even as his Immortal Bishops lay massacred.
As if delighted.
Soon, his eyes gleamed uniquely at Cheonhwi, warping the space.
It was the majesty of an absolute being.
"Are you the Plum Blossom Divine Hero whose name now spreads far and wide in the martial world?"
He slowly parted his lips.
His voice was laced with demonic charm.
Even the nearby Lost Soul Lion shuddered from its potency.
But Cheonhwi remained unshaken, smirking.
"Yeah. And you're the leader of the Immortal Heavenly Cult, right?"
"You insolent cur...!"
The Lost Soul Lion glared at Cheonhwi's casual speech, but the Immortal Heavenly Cult Leader merely replied softly.
"Indeed. I am the leader of the Immortal Heavenly Cult."
"Tch, really? Kinda disappointing."
"What do you mean?"
Facing the arrogant Immortal Heavenly Cult Leader, Cheonhwi twisted his smirk further and spoke.
"Your skills aren't all that impressive."