Chapter 458
Chapter 458
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 117
>Chapter Title: Supreme (4)
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The form of the blue grassy plain had long since vanished from within the True Realm.
The place was nothing but ruins.
“Haa… haa…”
Cheol Su-ryeon of the Wicked Heart Sect exhaled her ragged breaths as she glared at the two Mok Gan clones facing her down.
Each one of those damned things had consumed either spirit beast blood or true essence, granting them internal energy equal to hers—or even greater.
She could have handled one, but facing two foes of similar caliber was overwhelming.
“Cough… cough.”
Her severe internal injuries caused blood to spray from her mouth with every cough.
Staring at the black blood staining her palm, Cheol Su-ryeon gave a bitter smile.
‘Is this karma?’
She had never believed the evils she committed would simply vanish through cultivation practice.
Even so, her only desire now was to cast off all shackles and return to his side—yet to face this turn of events right at the end.
‘…Or perhaps punishment.’
Maybe she had never been worthy from the start.
Perhaps fate had punished her for lacking the qualifications to reach that place, like him or them—a true Peach Blossom Paradise.
Still, there was one thing she had done right.
She had saved his sole remaining bloodline in the secular world.
At least she could depart knowing she had done something for him.
-Gooooooo!
Cheol Su-ryeon gathered the last of her true energy into both hands, forming a hazy Formless Claw.
She had once been called a great villain, after all. She intended to take both with her in mutual destruction, at the very least.
But then, the Mok Gan clones spoke.
“Give up.”
“You can’t beat us.”
“We don’t know what you did, but open the exit from this realm.”
“This is our final warning.”
Cheol Su-ryeon snorted in response.
“You want to leave?”
“It’s the only way to save your life.”
“Is that so? Too bad, then. This space he created is a bit of a waste, but it seems it’ll have to become your tomb.”
“You’ll regret that choice.”
“I don’t care. Let’s start by severing your limbs.”
-Oooooong!
With that, the two Mok Gan clones also summoned their Formless Swords and closed in.
They hadn’t held high hopes from the beginning, it seemed.
In the meantime, one wall collapsed entirely, and the pillar anchoring the realm shattered, half-fallen. The hanging scroll depicting the Peach Blossom Paradise trembled violently against the ruined thatched wall.
-Boom! Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwang!
As the three peerless masters clashed, the surroundings were swept up in the shockwaves once more.
The immense pressure and sword energies sliced through everything, erasing even the last traces of the grassy plain.
But this wouldn’t last long.
Unlike them, overflowing with true energy from the true essence they had consumed, Cheol Su-ryeon’s reserves were nearly depleted.
The reason she held on was by burning her core true energy.
They knew this, pressing their assault even harder.
-Cha-cha-cha-chang!
Cheol Su-ryeon’s complexion darkened as she was pushed back.
She had aimed for mutual destruction, but these clones shared thoughts perfectly. Their combined assault was flawless, leaving no openings.
Countless sword wounds accumulated on her body as she was relentlessly driven back.
-Chwa-chwa-chwa-chwa-chwak!
‘Ahhh.’
She couldn’t take them both in the end.
No helping it, then.
A fierce killing intent gleamed in her eyes.
Two was impossible, but by sacrificing flesh to claim bone, she could take at least one.
-Hic!
Sensing her overwhelming murderous aura, the clones exchanged glances and moved to sever both her arms before she could act.
-Kaduk!
Cheol Su-ryeon gritted her teeth.
Enduring the agony of her arms being sliced off, she lunged at the left clone’s neck, tearing its head free with her teeth.
It was in that instant, as their Formless Swords bore down on her arms.
Right then.
-Chwak!
In that moment, a blood-red glow erupted alongside a blast of Blood Demon Energy, severing the arm of one clone mid-Formless Sword manifestation.
‘What the—?’
But that wasn’t the end.
The one who severed the clone’s arm grabbed its head from behind and slammed it into the ground, grinding its face as it propelled forward.
-Kwaaaaaang! Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwang!
“Who’s there?”
As the other clone panicked and tried to react,
-Swaaaaaa!
‘No way?’
A whirlwind of frost engulfed the clone’s body, unleashing frigid energy that froze the arm gripping the Formless Sword at incredible speed.
Losing sensation in its arm instantly, the Mok Gan clone hurriedly severed the frozen limb like a lizard shedding its tail.
-Pat!
It darted away, but,
“Where do you think you’re going?”
-Ossak!
It suddenly sensed someone right behind it.
Cold sweat beaded on the clone’s forehead from the immense chill and pressure emanating from behind.
What the hell?
When did such a monstrous figure appear?
Lost in bewilderment, Cheol Su-ryeon watched with reddened eyes as these newcomers instantly turned the tide.
Blood-red hair whipped about an arrogantly sharp, peerless beauty who shook the pulped brains from her hand and spoke.
“Even the Wicked Heart Sect Matriarch has fallen this far? He told you not to kill, and here you are, tangled up with trash like this.”
At her mocking words, a silver-haired woman with a mystical aura replied with a radiant smile in agreement.
“Exactly. No wonder she couldn’t compete with us and my sister for the top spot at Peach Blossom Spring.”
-Crackle-crackle-crack!
As she lightly swept her hand, a blizzard began to rage in all directions.
Their arrival was welcome, but what brought tears to her eyes was the figure who appeared next, backlighted by dazzling sunlight.
From the moment he appeared, strange phenomena unfolded.
-Parururururu!
The swords held by the Mok Gan clones trembled and shifted on their own, without any flow of energy.
* * *
Jin Ye-rin had summoned Mok Kyung-un because of Gui Geom.
After Mok Kyung-un repelled the Mok Gan clones and the situation calmed, she had checked on him due to his severe injuries.
As feared, Gui Geom’s condition was dire.
His right arm severed, his abdomen and shoulder pierced with heavy bleeding—his internal injuries were critical, his organs filled with blood.
It was a miracle he was still alive.
Gui Geom, on the verge of death, refused to circulate energy for recovery and instead sought Mok Kyung-un.
It seemed less like clinging to life and more like mustering his final strength to say something.
They approached him together, but then,
“Stop.”
At Mok Kyung-un’s words, Jin Ye-rin instinctively halted.
-Papapapapapak!
Sharp stone swords erupted like thorns from the ground where they had been about to step.
One more step, and they would have pierced right through their feet.
Realizing an enemy capable of completely concealing its presence lurked nearby, Jin Ye-rin hurriedly unleashed sword energy at the ground with her sword formula.
-Chwa-chwa-chwa-chwa-chwa-chwak!
Her energy bored into the earth, but there was no reaction.
However,
-Kwang!
Mok Kyung-un stomped toward the ground,
-Kwadududuk! Thud! Thud! Thud!
The obstructing stone swords shattered, and something burst from underground.
That something was none other than,
“Keu-euh.”
Pa Je, one of Milhoe’s First Tier subordinates, vomiting black blood.
He had sustained massive injuries inside the True Realm and feigned death, but escaped outside the moment the Mok Gan clones breached it.
Once out, Pa Je had been recovering his demonic power and energy underground.
When a clone fell, he attempted to ambush Mok Kyung-un from below.
But Mok Kyung-un’s prowess had grown even further.
Unable to withstand the vibrations rippling through the earth from a single stomp, Pa Je was forced to surface.
-Pak!
Despite the agony making him vomit blood, Pa Je sprang from behind Gui Geom, seizing his throat and shouting.
-Tight!
“Don’t move. Come closer, and I’ll snap his neck.”
“Which is faster—your threat? Or my sword?”
“Hah? So cocky…”
-Puk!
‘!?’
In that instant, a sword mark appeared on Pa Je’s forehead, and blood and brains exploded from the back of his skull.
Pa Je staggered backward.
Watching this, Jin Ye-rin could only click her tongue in amazement.
‘When did he…?’
Even she, right beside him, hadn’t seen Mok Kyung-un’s sword.
It was the epitome of a swift sword.
He had entered a realm she could no longer even aspire to.
A speed where she couldn’t even perceive the swing…
Unless it was some freak like Yi Mae-mang-ryang, was there any current martial expert who could face Mok Kyung-un?
-Sreuk!
Then, Mok Kyung-un’s form appeared behind the falling Pa Je, whose head was pierced.
He must be dead already—why move so fast?
Puzzled, Jin Ye-rin watched as Mok Kyung-un,
-Kwajik!
Stomped down, crushing Pa Je’s face.
Frowning, Jin Ye-rin said,
“He’s dead. Why bother?”
“He’s not.”
“Huh?”
What did he mean? Then she saw something bizarre.
Even with his face caved in and crushed, Pa Je’s body twitched. The mangled flesh rose, regenerating at tremendous speed.
Seeing this, she realized.
‘No way?’
Had he consumed spirit beast blood or true essence?
But Mok Kyung-un gripped not the regenerating face, but the head itself.
And then,
-Shuuuuuu!
He unleashed the Grasping Form.
“Keu-euh.”
Pa Je’s body convulsed wildly.
Those who consumed spirit beast true essence or blood overflowed with natural qi, granting vitality incomparable to ordinary people.
Thus, the only choice was to drain that vitality.
One method was absorption.
Having mastered handling Wushang’s power, energy held no meaning for him anymore, but Mok Kyung-un sucked in the demonic power and natural qi within Pa Je.
-Shuuuuuu!
The demonic power could aid Cheong-ryeong’s recovery.
But as he absorbed the natural qi, unlike Gang Yeom’s, this was earth qi—the energy of the land.
With it, an image appeared in his mind’s eye.
‘Ah!’
Shockingly, it was a massive Imugi covered in pure white scales.
[Chapter 117: Supreme (4)] End
ⓒ Han Jung-wol-ya