Chapter 490
Chapter 490
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 126
>Chapter Title: The Peerless Sword (3)
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‘Ten Thousand Swords Crimson Lotus!’
-Shwaaaaaaaa!
The pitch-black sword gangs bloomed like the buds of a crimson lotus, surging upward before splitting into dozens, hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of strands that rippled outward in all directions.
The sword gangs rising from the ground pierced and shredded the advancing demon hordes. Even in their frenzied state, the beasts had no choice but to suffer helplessly.
The warriors of the three great factions stared in horror at the earth now stained with blood of every hue.
‘...Is that really a sword technique wielded by human hands?’
‘A monster. A true monster.’
‘How much stronger does he intend to become?’
Whether foe or ally, all trembled in the face of Mok Kyung-un’s power, which had long surpassed ordinary limits.
-Hmm.
Even the Golden Heavenly King’s expression shifted subtly.
Just moments ago, he had worn a face of amusement, as if merely toying with his prey. But now, Mok Kyung-un’s strength beyond expectations stirred something within him.
The Golden Heavenly King raised his hand, commanding the golden ring.
-Woooooom!
The resonant hum from the ring caused the Great Power King’s muscles to swell grotesquely across his entire body.
Exposed directly to the ring’s light, it was inevitable.
‘Crush him.’
The Golden Heavenly King issued the order to the Great Power King through the ring’s resonance.
But then,
‘!?’
The Great Power King, his demonic energy surging to its limit and on the verge of rampage, showed no sign of moving.
No, it wasn’t that he refused to move—he was resisting.
The third eye embedded in the Great Power King’s forehead, Mok Gan, was forcibly suppressing the rampage.
‘You dare defy this king’s command?’
One of the Golden Heavenly King’s eyebrows arched upward.
A mere created being presuming to resist his order?
Did it not understand the purpose of its creation and the mission it entailed?
Did it truly believe it could overcome this by holding out?
-Woooooom!
The golden ring emitted a stronger glow and louder resonance.
He assumed it would yield this time, but,
-Grrrr! Grrrr!
‘I... will... never... move... as... you... wish.’
United as one with the Great Power King, Mok Gan endured through sheer force of will.
-Ho.
Intrigue flickered in the Golden Heavenly King’s eyes at this display.
How could a mere creation, no matter how hardened its will over endless ages, possess the strength to defy him so?
Had it forgotten even its fear of its creator, consumed by transcendent desire?
Puzzled, the Golden Heavenly King soon turned his gaze elsewhere.
Unable to incite further frenzy in that one, he moved to command another of the Six Demons.
But,
‘What?’
Even before their rampage, they had barely held even. He thought awakening their full power with Aden’s Ring would swiftly turn the tide, yet they endured fiercely.
-Tak! Tak! Tak! Tak!
The sorcerers formed hand seals.
As they did, ritual arrays emerged from the ground,
-Wooooom! Shraaaaa!
Forged chains of spiritual power materialized, binding the White Peng Demon King’s wings and body as they unleashed feathers like a torrential downpour.
Yet even then, the White Peng Demon King’s casual wing flaps,
“Argh!”
“Guh!”
sent the sorcerers wielding the chains flying, proving his overwhelming might.
Nearly half the sorcerers had already perished, their heads burst open or pierced by feathers, but the survivors desperately bound him.
“Ughhhh.”
The sorceress Yeo Su-rin fared no differently.
The blood streaming from her eyes, nose, mouth, and ears painted a picture of her exhaustion on her haggard face.
Yet she refused to yield.
If she fell here, the White Peng Demon King would break free from the Great Dharma Tool Thousand Rings Myriad Changes Golden Wheel’s One Hundred Eight Acupoint Reversal Array, dooming all to gruesome deaths.
-Kukukukukuku!
-Shaaa!
The White Peng Demon King exhaled a fog of frigid yin energy, attempting once more to freeze the one hundred eight rings.
Having learned that direct assaults looped back via the space-linking Thousand Rings Myriad Changes Golden Wheel, he changed tactics.
He aimed to slowly freeze the rings themselves, severing their spatial connections.
-Cracklecracklecrackle!
“The rings are freezing!”
“If he breaks free from there...”
They would be powerless to stop him.
The sorcerers’ bindings allowed relentless attacks, but none landed a fatal blow.
Whenever they struck physically, he deflected the force like the Plum Blossom Grafting technique.
“External strikes are pointless.”
“But we can’t give up. ‘Make it work somehow’ is our ancestor’s teaching, isn’t it?”
“How, when nothing works... Ah!”
“Got a good idea?”
“...Yeah. If outside won’t work, try inside.”
“Wait... Yu Mu-jin, you don’t mean...?”
“Anyone want to die with me?”
“You madman!”
The Yu Clan members saw through Yu Mu-jin’s plan and were stunned.
Was he serious about suicide?
Failure meant dissolving into the beast’s nourishment.
With no better option, two Yu Clan members backed his mad scheme.
“Let’s go!”
-Shoooooom!
Circulating their blood at breakneck speed, steam billowing from their bodies, the Yu Clan members soared and attacked the White Peng Demon King’s vital points.
Proving attacks ineffective, he shrugged them off effortlessly, blanketing the area in deeper yin chill.
-Shaaa!
But then, four Yu Clan members spun simultaneously, striking his abdomen.
No matter how he deflected, the concentrated force there forced his mouth agape unwittingly.
That was the moment.
“Now!”
-Pat! Shushuk!
Led by Yu Mu-jin, the two supporters dove straight into the White Peng Demon King’s maw.
Startled by the intruders sliding down his throat, he halted his external yin fog and summoned chill from within to expel them.
But,
-Thud! Thud! Thud!
-Kuuuuum!
Fist bulges erupted along his elongated neck, twisting his body in agony.
‘It feels pain!’
“Now!”
The watching Yu Clan members unleashed full-force punches.
-Papapapapapapapuk!
Unable to deflect the internal and external barrage, the White Peng Demon King’s eyes rolled back as he roared in torment.
‘Grrrrraaah!’
The White Peng Demon King wasn’t alone in battling pain.
From entry, Yu Mu-jin and the clan members endured flesh-searing stomach acids clashing with rising yin chill, skin burning then freezing as they punched relentlessly.
-Papapapapapapapuk!
‘Father!’
Recalling his father Yu Mu-jeok, Yu Mu-jin gritted his teeth with suicidal resolve.
This was a contest of who died first.
Did their determination work?
The White Peng Demon King’s body swelled, cracks spiderwebbing his skin.
‘Huh?’
The Golden Heavenly King’s gaze shifted to the Sata King.
Not just him.
The Sata King too was ensnared by Grand Sorcerer Myeong-ryul, An Gong-yeon, and the two Six Divinities’ mystical spells, unable to charge freely as he clashed bloodily with Jin Ye-rin, Moon Peak Sword Sima Chak, and the Saryeon Alliance elites.
-Chachachachachak!
‘Heavenly Demon Borrowing Power Method: Stairfire Embracing Split!’
-Whoooosh! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Layered flame pillars cascaded from above, halting the rampaging Sata King’s path.
Seizing the gap, Jin Ye-rin wrapped her sword in descending lightning and swung.
-Pachichichichichik!
‘Thunderclap Heavenly Escape: Swordfish Form Sword!’
Lightning-clad sword intent whipped forth like a lash, coiling around the Sata King’s right foreleg.
-Pachichichichichichi!
-Kraaaaaang!
Enveloped in thunder and sharp energy, he bellowed in pain.
Then Moon Peak Sword Sima Chak vaulted high, unleashing a massive sword arc atop the Sata King’s back.
-Wooooom!
-Shwaaaaaak!
An enormous formless sword formed, tracing a full-moon orbit to cleave his back.
But in that instant, the Sata King’s fur bristled like spines empowered by demonic energy, blocking the Moon Peak Sword’s formless blade.
-Chaenggggggg!
‘To withstand even this.’
Before rampage, their combined assault with Jin Ye-rin could have subdued him, though difficult.
Now, it might be impossible.
If even the ultimate formless sword in piercing power was repelled, no technique could penetrate to slice his body.
Then the Sata King suddenly crouched.
‘!?’
His demonic energy condensed to a peak.
Ominous.
Alerted, Sima Chak cried out.
“Everyone, evade—”
That very moment.
-Pachowwwww!
His bristled fur exploded outward as thousands, tens of thousands of arrows.
-Chachachachachachang!
Moon Peak Sword Sima Chak, closest, barely blocked, but the Saryeon Alliance warriors could not.
They tried desperately,
-Pupupupupupupu!
“Cough!”
“Urk!”
Unable to resist the demonic-infused fur, their bodies were pierced, lives snuffed out.
-Pachachachachachachang!
Jin Ye-rin unleashed Whirlwind Sword Defense, blocking with a vortex of sharp energy, while alliance leaders and masters strained to defend, but the sheer number overwhelmed.
Even they were pinned, shielding in place.
Sacrifices were inevitable.
-Pupupupupupupupu!
Screams echoed ceaselessly, the ground soaking in blood.
-Clench!
Jin Ye-rin bit her lip hard.
‘At this rate, we’ll all fall.’
Endlessly raining fur laced with demonic power wasn’t something they could keep blocking.
Without intervention, the Sata King would attack until all perished.
Resolved to sacrifice, Jin Ye-rin launched forward.
-Pat!
-Chachachachachachang!
Moon Peak Sword Sima Chak, blocking the fur storm, shouted in alarm.
“No!”
Suicide.
Understandable to halt the assault and save others, but forcing through now meant,
-Chachachachachachang!
-Puk!
“Hup.”
Sure enough, fur pierced her shoulder and thigh.
Even she couldn’t block every strand of fur wielding sword-gang might.
‘Why must you court sacrifice? It’s the young who bear that burden!’
-Pat!
Sima Chak sped to rescue her.
-Chachachachachang!
Using formless sword as shield to pierce the barrage, he reached for her.
But she was already riddled with wounds, nearly unscathed spot nonexistent, arriving at the Sata King’s feet.
“Haa... haa...”
-Pachichichichik!
Raising her sword wrapped in lightning, she prepared Thunderclap Heavenly Escape’s most domineering, destructive ultimate technique.
Her vision blurred heavily.
Excessive blood loss clouded her mind, but she staked all on this strike.
The instant she aimed Thunderclap Heavenly Escape’s ultimate at the crouched Sata King’s head.
-Kraaaaaang!
-Pat!
The crouched Sata King whipped his head up like lightning, swinging his foreleg at her.
Too fast to dodge.
‘Ah!’
-Pak!
Then someone shoved her aside.
A hazy figure flickered in her vision, smiling bitterly at her.
-Shlik!
That hazy form was torn apart by the Sata King’s foreleg.
Amid scattering remnants, a voice resounded.
‘Forgive my failure to protect you.’
As the echoing voice faded, Jin Ye-rin’s eyes reddened.
She didn’t know why, but her heart ached.
Yet no time for tears.
The foreleg that shredded the haze hurtled at her anew.
Tumbled aside into a gap, Jin Ye-rin unleashed her lightning-wrapped sword.
‘Thunderclap Heavenly Escape: Resolute Strike of a Thousand!’
-Pachichichichichik!
The domineering thunderous sword intent clashed with the foreleg.
Immense forces birthed whirlwinds scattering everywhere.
‘Too... strong!’
Her sword-gripping palms tore, arms shaking violently.
Body marred everywhere by fur, dizzy from blood loss, forcing the ultimate broke her limits.
‘My eyes...’
Vision darkened progressively.
Sensing her power ebb, the Sata King lunged, mouth gaping to devour her.
-Crunch!
Her body nearly entered his maw.
The moment he closed, razor teeth would pulverize her.
‘I can’t... see...’
-Pak! Puk!
At that precise instant, someone appeared before her, a massive formless sword blocking the Sata King’s jaws.
“Elder?”
It was Moon Peak Sword Sima Chak.
“You held out well!”
With those words, blocking the jaws with formless sword, Sima Chak conjured another in his off-hand to thrust into the maw.
-Wooooom!
That very instant,
-Kraaaaaaaaang!
A tremendous roar erupted from the Sata King’s throat.
A true lion’s roar.
“Aaagh!”
“Urk!”
Feeling mortal peril, the Sata King’s full-powered roar ruptured their eardrums, shockwaves ravaging inner ears to brains.
Their bodies paralyzed instantly.
In a split-second crisis, freezing spelled doom.
-Kwaduduk!
Enduring the formless sword piercing palate and jaw, the Sata King forced his mouth shut.
Sima Chak’s pupils quivered wildly.
‘Move. Move!’
He could die, but must shove this child out.
Please, just the arms.
Despite iron will, his body obeyed not.
Was this the futile end?
-Pupupupupupupupupu!
Then countless blue swords, cloaked in azure light, plunged into the Sata King’s maw.
-Kraaaaaaaa!
Startled by the sudden intrusion, he recoiled roaring near-bestial agony.
‘What?’
Bewildered, Sima Chak glimpsed in his vision: figures of blue light wielding thousands of swords charging the Sata King.
Like a meteor shower of azure.
-Papapapapapapapapak!
Could it be?
Sima Chak’s gaze turned to Jin Ye-rin.
Her hazy eyes gleamed with mingled gold and bloodlight. The Thunder Escape secret manual in her bosom blazed, an overlapping figure manifesting.
‘You!’
A long-missed, cherished face.