Chapter 492
Chapter 492
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 126
>Chapter Title: Supreme Sword (5)
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-Kwaaaargh!
The Great Power King writhed in agony, its leg severed.
The Golden Nine-Tailed Fox couldn't hide its genuine shock at the sight.
Among the Six Demons, the Great Power King, also known as the Ox Demon King, possessed the strongest power and physique.
Even though it had been sealed for so long, she herself—whose yokai power had grown to nearly the same level over the ages—had only managed to wound its body after it let its guard down. So how had a human like Mok Kyung-un sliced off its leg?
-Kooooh!
The aura emanating from Mok Kyung-un right now even surpassed her own, one of the Six Demons.
'...It's unbelievable, even seeing it with my own eyes.'
They say humans were shaped in the imperfect image of the gods.
There was no vessel as flawed and limited as a human, yet how could it produce such power?
-Step, step!
As Mok Kyung-un approached the Great Power King—still suffering from its severed leg—and the fused Mokgan, he spoke.
"If it has the will to control the Six Demons, then it's as good as the main body, right?"
-Kwaaaargh!
"It's just getting started, and you're already whining."
-You bastard!
Was it Mok Kyung-un's mocking words that provoked it?
The Mokgan, fused with the agonized Great Power King, could no longer hold back its rage and swung a hand engulfed in lava toward Mok Kyung-un.
Mok Kyung-un looked up at the massive hand filled with red and black heat, his gaze utterly impassive.
-Vwooom!
The demon sword Evil Instant, dyed black with demonic energy, let out a resonant hum.
In that instant, Mok Kyung-un's form shot upward as he swung his sword overhead, and astonishingly, the Great Power King's enormous hand was deflected upward.
-Cclang!
Those watching the scene had their eyes bulge in disbelief.
If he had blocked it with an intangible sword at the pinnacle of swordsmanship, they might have accepted it, but to fend off that lava-covered giant hand with just a single sword?
Whether by weight or the energy pouring out, it defied all common sense.
'What the hell is this guy?'
Even Mokgan, fused with the Great Power King, was stunned.
No matter how quickly his strength grew, no matter that he was an incarnation, she had believed he could never reach the domain of the Six Demons.
Yet the power contained in that sword surpassed imagination.
That heaviness—should she call it that?
It was no bigger than a speck on her palm, but the moment the sword touched, it felt like being struck by a hammer far larger than her palm, sending waves of pain.
For a split second, the three pupils in Mokgan's red glaring eyes wavered.
'This bastard, could it be?'
A surge of fury rose alongside intense humiliation.
Even if the leg had been undefended, it had severed the leg of the Great Power King, hailed as the strongest among the Six Demons in power and body.
Even if she had wrapped her palm in lava, that sword might have wounded her somehow.
'Did he deliberately avoid cutting deeper?'
To show the difference in their levels?
If so, it was truly humiliating.
How many ages had she spent to obtain the Great Power King?
Having seen countless beings, she was certain that once she gained this body, there would be no one left to fear.
Not even her creator, the Golden Heavenly King.
And yet,
'Why? Why is this happening?'
The incarnation, who had lost the core—the source of the demon clan's power—and become human, surpassing her own strength? It made no sense.
If it had trained for thousands, no, hundreds of years, she could understand.
It had been human for barely twenty years.
'Is it not a problem of the vessel?'
-Crack! Crack!
Veins bulged around the eyes of Mokgan on the Great Power King's forehead.
From the start, lacking her own body as a foundation, she had thought everything stemmed from the vessel's capacity.
That's why she had fixated on acquiring the ultimate physique.
But...
'...Not the body? It's not that?'
In that moment, Mokgan fell into confusion.
And that created a fatal opening.
-Cruuunch!
'!?'
Mokgan's third eye began protruding from the Great Power King's forehead.
'Damn it!'
The panicked Mokgan tried to burrow back into the forehead.
But once it had popped out, the eyeball wouldn't easily re-enter the Great Power King's flesh. Instead, the veins clinging to it were gradually snapping.
-Drip! Drip!
'No! I can't control it.'
She had overlooked something.
Though she had switched bodies countless times, nearly all had been humans or beasts.
Fusing with an Immemorial Demon Beast was rare enough to count on one hand, and even those had mostly failed in incomplete states.
That's why she sought the alchemy of the Evil Heart Sect Leader.
While Immemorial Demon Beasts differed from human souls, she had succeeded in fusing via alchemy, taking their place.
But the body she now occupied was no ordinary Immemorial Demon Beast.
Born from the twisting of the earth, it had existed since ancient times, akin to a divine beast.
No matter how weakened its mind by the seal, it wouldn't be fully devoured by Mokgan's will.
'No! Nooooo!'
-Kwaaaargh!
-Craaaack!
With a roar, the veins on the Great Power King's forehead tore completely away.
Reflected in the forcibly ejected eyeball was someone's figure.
It was Mok Kyung-un.
'Damn it all!'
"Go."
Mok Kyung-un raised his sword in a single horizontal slash toward the eyeball.
As he gazed into eyes filled with instinctive fear of death, Mok Kyung-un briefly recalled his deceased grandfather.
'This is purely for you.'
He had started for the incarnation's sake, but later raised him like his own child with genuine affection.
Thanks to that warmth, he had built the foundation of his emotions.
He raged for him. He sought vengeance for him.
-Swish!
It was the moment Mok Kyung-un's sword would cleave Mokgan's eye.
-Flinch!
-Kwaaaaaang!
As he swung, Mok Kyung-un's form plummeted downward under immense pressure.
It wasn't just Mok Kyung-un.
-Whoooosh!
Mokgan's eye also dropped from the pressure, and the Great Power King's head pitched straight toward the ground.
-Kabooom!
The Great Power King's head—no, its entire body—crashed into the ground, shattering earth and sending debris and dust exploding outward with a thunderous boom.
-Kwaaaargh!
-Kaboom! Kaboom! Kaboom!
The Great Power King roared, trying to rise, but to no avail.
Each attempt only drove it deeper into the earth under crushing gravity, its sturdy body gradually crumpling under the pressure.
It wasn't just the Great Power King suffering this.
Mok Kyung-un's form was sinking into the ground as well.
'...Amazing!'
Having recovered all his memories, Mok Kyung-un realized the source of this power.
Hovering in the air above the increasingly intensifying gravity was a being flapping golden wings: the Golden Heavenly King.
The ornate sword in the Golden Heavenly King's hand blazed with radiant light, the surrounding space rippling.
-Vwoooom!
From within the warping space, the Golden Heavenly King spoke in a voice of ecstatic delight.
"Yes. That's more like it. There's no way you'd have lost all your power completely. Demon King."
He was convinced Mok Kyung-un's demonic energy was the power of the demon clan.
Thus, he believed this level of strength from a worthless human body stemmed from that.
Now that he knew the bastard had regained at least this much—not his prime, but close—this was no longer mere play.
He would crush him with gravity.
-Vwoooom!
Light poured from the sword, compressing the surrounding space even further.
The rumbling from the ground grew quieter.
The Golden Heavenly King's lips curled upward.
'Once your treasures were stolen by mere limbs, you could never match this king.'
If the Heavenly King had the Five Divine Treasures, the Demon King had seven sacred artifacts.
His armor withstood even supernatural powers, rendering gravity ineffective then—but now the situation differed.
He could crush and kill him with gravity just like this...
-Kaboom!
From fifty paces away, someone burst upward through the ground into the sky.
It was Mok Kyung-un.
-Hoh. Using your wits, eh?
Had he escaped the gravity's range?
Spotting Mok Kyung-un's position, the Golden Heavenly King swung Aden's Sword toward him.
-Slash!
Then,
-Vwoooom!
The space where Mok Kyung-un stood rippled,
-Boom!
And his form shot straight upward.
The gravity had reversed completely.
Mok Kyung-un kicked off the air, executing Thousand Catty Hammer in the opposite direction while pointing his index finger at the Golden Heavenly King.
Then,
-Vwoooom!
The space around the Golden Heavenly King compressed toward a single point, as if collapsing, sucking his body inward.
'What is this?'
It was the Empty Press technique of the Void Crushing Eight Forms.
A method to instantly crush a four-zhang space in any desired direction.
"Hmph!"
Unfazed, the Golden Heavenly King raised Aden's Sword overhead.
-Vwoooooom!
Light poured from the sword, forcibly expanding the space that the Void Crushing Eight Forms had tried to compress with gravity.
"Could it be you can manipulate gravity...?"
-Cclang!
In that moment, Mok Kyung-un—having closed the distance—clashed his sword against Aden's Sword.
The instant the blades met, a deafening roar erupted, unleashing storm-like winds that shook the entire space.
The Golden Heavenly King's eyes grew deadly serious as their swords locked.
'This sword... what is it?'
Understandably so—Aden's Sword itself was a gravity field, something no ordinary sword could withstand. Yet the black-tinged blade endured.
It carried a yokai aura, but only at a mundane level.
And the power he thought resembled demonic energy? Upon clashing, he realized it was entirely different.
Did that mean this was pure prowess?
-What the hell have you done, you bastard?
The Golden Heavenly King was genuinely puzzled.
Having lost his core and become human, bereft of his proud sacred artifacts.
So what was this power?
Then, his eyes met Mok Kyung-un's.
-Flinch!
They say strong convictions transmit directly.
In Mok Kyung-un's eyes burned nothing but murderous intent to slaughter.
So obsessive, so intense, that for the first time, the Golden Heavenly King felt a chill run down his spine.
'Could it be?'
To him, Mok Kyung-un spoke in a low voice.
"You're the root of all this, aren't you?"
[Chapter 126: Supreme Sword (5)] End
ⓒ Han Jung-wol-ya