Chapter 408
Chapter 408
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 107
>Chapter Title: Heavenly Demon (4)
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-Shoowaaaaa!
-Kaboom!
Black streaks of Bullet Sword Energy rained down like a storm, turning the surroundings into a hellscape.
The eyes of those kneeling on the ground widened in shock.
They couldn't help but be stunned by the Bullet Sword Energy slyly targeting the subordinates of Na Yul-ryang's faction, excluding themselves.
-Crack! Crack!
Fine veins bulged across Mok Kyung-un's forehead and around his eyes, while his golden pupils vibrated intensely in an instant.
There were limits to the visual information a normal human eye could process in a split second.
Human cognition and mental strength were designed to accept only up to a certain level, but after absorbing Na Yul-ryang's demonic eye, Mok Kyung-un's eyes had evolved once more.
The demonic power of the Three Eyes, the Ghost Eye, and the mysterious power of Na Yul-ryang's eyes harmonized intricately, elevating his pupil power to an even higher realm.
-Tremble!
By grasping the flow of all energies through the Ghost Eye for precise spatial awareness, the Three Eyes' demonic power handled the computational differentiation of those energies. The eye power absorbed from Na Yul-ryang supported this massive influx of information.
Of course, the truly astonishing part was that even with the eyes' power providing support, it was ultimately the brain and mental strength that sustained it.
-Crack, crack!
Mok Kyung-un's mental strength endured an information overload that would have burst a normal person's brain, far surpassing human limits.
-Shoowaaaaa!
"Gah!"
"Keurk!"
In this way, Mok Kyung-un's precisely aimed Bullet Sword Energy swiftly struck the vital acupoints of Na Yul-ryang's supporting subordinates, extinguishing their lives one by one.
The speed was unimaginable.
In the time it took to count to ten, hundreds had lost their lives.
'Th-this isn't human.'
'How is this possible?'
'S-s-save me.'
The subordinates could do nothing against the black streaks of Bullet Sword Energy targeting them, and in an instant, the hall was shrouded in terror.
"Kyaaak!"
-Clang, clang, clang!
'Damn it!'
Great Young Master Na Yul-ryang blocked the relentless Bullet Sword Energy raining down.
He couldn't even counterattack; he poured all his effort into protecting his loyal retainer Mo Yak and himself from the descending black streaks.
-Clang!
Each time he deflected the black sword energy, it felt like his palms gripping the sword hilt were tearing apart.
No, they already were torn, stained with blood.
Even he, at the pinnacle of the Transformation Realm, could barely defend himself, so the outcome for others was obvious without looking.
The spurting blood and pandemonium around him made this place a living hell.
'Hold on... I have to hold on.'
Na Yul-ryang gritted his teeth as he shielded Mo Yak and blocked the Bullet Sword Energy.
No matter how monstrous the enemy was, maintaining such an enormous technique for long was impossible.
Unless his mental strength and internal energy had reached divine infinity, limits would come.
If he endured until then, an opportunity would surely...
'No!'
He couldn't just wait helplessly for that opportunity.
In that instant, Na Yul-ryang thought of one clever strategy and shouted.
"Advance!"
'!?'
His subordinates under him were momentarily baffled by Na Yul-ryang's cry.
They were desperate just to block or dodge the Bullet Sword Energy—how could he order an advance in this situation?
But soon, they realized his true intent.
'Ah!'
Indeed.
That monstrous foe was targeting those not kneeling, and since there were no allies around them, he inflicted almost no friendly losses.
But the moment they tangled in combat, the situation would grow more chaotic.
"The Young Master's words are right!"
"Attack them!"
Even now, dividing attacks between the surrendered and the defiant was taxing his mental strength, overloading his brain and eyes. What if it got worse?
Classifying targets would become meaningless amid the strain.
One mistake, and allies would suffer losses too—then this mad display would end...
-Boom! Shooooaaaa!
"Kwaaak!"
"Gah!"
"That's only if you can break through us."
Tyrant Axe King Ho Tae-gang swung his massive axe imbued with qi, cleaving eight heads and bodies in a single stroke.
His ferocious momentum left the unit leaders from Na Yul-ryang's side unable to hide their dismay as they tried to push forward.
That alone might have created an opening, but
-Swish, swish!
"Heh heh heh. If you can, try passing this old man."
Venom King Baek Sa-ha blocked the front by spewing thick poison qi from both hands, making it hard to induce a melee through super-experts like Dark Clan Leader Hwan Ya-seon, Blood River Valley Lord Lee Ji-yeom, and Second Young Master Jang Neung-ak, who ranked high even among the assembly.
Moreover,
-Papapapapap!
The intrusion of other super-experts who had appeared from somewhere made it even harder.
"Kuhahaha! So many gathered here! Who will entertain this monk more?"
"M-Mad Monk? How is this lunatic here?"
Precept-Breaking Monk Ja Geum-jeong, and
-Papapapapap!
Masked Mara Hyeon darted through the enemies like a wrathful storm god with his wind-like lightness skill, joining to seal any gaps.
'Damn it!'
'Where are all these monsters coming from?'
As things didn't go as planned, Na Yul-ryang's executives and subordinates grew increasingly anxious.
-Clang, clang, clang!
'!?'
Na Yul-ryang's eyes narrowed as he blocked the Bullet Sword Energy.
He felt the energy of the streaks raining around him gradually diminishing.
Was it because too many had died?
But then,
"Hiiiik!"
-Thud! Thud!
He saw people kneeling here and there.
They were all convulsing, pale-faced with terror.
Seeing this, Na Yul-ryang realized.
'...Damn.'
Many died to the Bullet Sword Energy, but nearly as many surrendered to fear.
At first, the numbers were proportional, but not anymore.
If they could act, morale might rebound with a chance to fight back, but helplessly enduring the relentless strikes broke their spirits.
-Kwachik! Boom! Boom!
Those who didn't submit had their vital points or bodies severed by Bullet Sword Energy, losing their lives.
How could they not fear this?
The overwhelming power and brutal results shattered their will to fight completely.
-Grind!
Was this defeat?
Na Yul-ryang's chest burned hotter as he gritted his teeth.
It was a strange emotion he'd never felt before.
'Why? Why?'
The enemy was slaughtering so many assembly members, vowing to erase the Heavenly Assembly from the world, yet the assembly lord—its true master—still hadn't intervened.
The man who faked illness for over a decade to hunt hidden rebels.
Why just watch at this life-or-death moment?
Assembly Lord—no, Master—what are you thinking...
-Claaaaaang!
It was right then.
A deafening metallic screech tore at their eardrums, accompanied by a massive sonic boom and surging wind pressure.
-Paaaaang!
At the same time, the enemy's indiscriminate Bullet Sword Energy finally stopped.
What was happening? In midair, Mok Kyung-un and the Heavenly Assembly Lord clashed swords.
"Waaaaaaah!!!!!"
The assembly members roared the moment they saw it.
It was truly bizarre.
Regardless of the reason, his inaction had cost many lives.
If the supreme expert had stepped in sooner, the situation might have changed.
Yet the assembly members weren't angry.
Instead, seeing the assembly lord—the master of the gathering and one of the Six Heavens—their morale exploded.
"It's the Lord!"
"The Lord has come forward!"
As if a savior had arrived.
Even disciple Na Yul-ryang couldn't comprehend this phenomenon.
'Why?'
Didn't they resent him for not acting sooner?
Or was his weight as leader and grandmaster absolute?
Whatever it was, it didn't matter now.
Even Na Yul-ryang's own resentment faded in that moment.
-Gulp!
He swallowed dryly, eyes tense as he watched the two.
It was the clash of two grandmasters bearing the title of Heaven, the pinnacle of the martial world.
This duel would decide the assembly's fate.
Meaning the Lord alone could be their sole savior.
-Hummmm!
The demonic sword Evil Instant and the Lord's treasured blade Fate clashed, resounding with sword cries.
Mok Kyung-un smirked after blocking the Lord's tyrannical downward strike from the platform, then spoke.
"I thought you'd keep watching."
The Lord's eyes narrowed at Mok Kyung-un's words.
It was due to Mok Kyung-un's martial prowess far exceeding predictions.
He'd thought some sacrifices were inevitable for the leyline opportunity and resolving the ghost's grudge, but further inaction would doom thousands—no, tens of thousands.
Unable to endure, he had finally stepped in.
"Will your grudge only be sated after killing everyone? Wraith."
"Wraith?"
A glint flashed in Mok Kyung-un's eyes.
He'd met him feigning illness, then realized upon reunion it was a ploy—he was no ordinary man.
Yet now he called him a wraith.
He seemed to know something.
'...The heart.'
No, it might be natural for him to know.
Unlike his disciples, the Lord was a descendant of Cheonmaek Bi Yong-heon, as Cheongryeong had said.
He might know the secret of the manual made from her living heart, which had imprisoned her lingering soul for so long.
If so,
-Clang!
Mok Kyung-un promptly repelled the Lord's treasured blade Fate with rebound force.
A glint entered the Lord's eyes as his body launched upward.
'He still has this much internal energy left?'
The Lord had assumed Mok Kyung-un exhausted most of his true qi firing those countless Bullet Sword Energies.
Yet not only did he block his strike but repel him upward.
He couldn't help but be genuinely impressed.
However, this power was likely,
'In part from otherworldly strength?'
-Pang!
The Lord kicked the air, executing Void Treading Steps to halt his launching body.
'I need to subdue him first.'
Stabilizing, the Lord formed a qi stance with his right hand and sword mudra with his left.
Then around him,
-Clang, clang, clang!
Twelve swords flew in from nowhere, forming a sword advance with Qi-Controlled Sword Energy in midair.
Enveloped in Qi-Controlled Sword Energy like wings, the Lord aimed at Mok Kyung-un and said.
"Wraith. I won't match your level, but allow me to show you this way of wielding Qi-Controlled Sword Energy."
Heavenly Vein Sword Form
Offense-Defense Unity: Qi-Controlled Sword Energy, Twelve Sword Heaven Advance.
'It’s out!'
Vice Lord Mong Seo-cheon and some executives recognized the Lord's secret technique.
Originally called Eight Sword Heaven Advance, it deployed near-perfect offense-defense unity with eight Qi-Controlled Sword Energies.
They had seen him defeat countless foes with it in his fame-raising days.
'He's gotten stronger.'
Tyrant Axe King Ho Tae-gang clicked his tongue upon recognizing it.
What illness? With eight blades, he had few equals, but increasing to twelve over a decade meant relentless cultivation even in seclusion.
Venom King Baek Sa-ha couldn't look away either.
'A sword formation of offense-defense unity with twelve Qi-Controlled Sword Energies.'
It likely covered every direction without gaps.
More perfect than before, flawless, its power incomparable.
Meanwhile, Mok Kyung-un was low on internal energy and mental strength.
Carelessness could be dangerous.
'Did he aim for this?'
With similar prowess, victory goes to the one in peak condition.
In that regard, Mok Kyung-un—who had relentlessly fired Qi-Controlled Bullet Sword Energy—was at a disadvantage.
Even if intentional, it wasn't a situation to blame him.
Mok Kyung-un had declared war on the Heavenly Assembly itself.
No matter the strategy, they had no ground to complain of unfairness.
Thus, the Lord might be hastening to full power.
"This is the Lord's maximum power from now on. With your true qi depleted, wraith, you should go all out too..."
"You'll regret it?"
"What?"
-Hummmm!
Before the words finished.
Energies began condensing into sharp forms around Mok Kyung-un.
The Lord's eyes widened gradually; he'd planned a swift victory with full power from the start.
That qi forming sword shapes was undoubtedly,
'No way?'
Three crystalline swords of utterly transparent qi formed around Mok Kyung-un.
'!!!!!!!'
They were unmistakably Formless Swords.
The Lord, who thought him merely a wraith enhanced by otherworldly power, was truly shocked.
The being before him had surpassed the Mystic Realm, reaching the Life-Death Realm.
[Chapter 107: Heavenly Demon (4)] End
ⓒ Han Jung-wol-ya