Chapter 494
Chapter 494
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 126
>Chapter Title: The Peerless Sword (7)
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-Kwoooooh!
In an instant, colossal formless swords materialized everywhere the golden heavenly king turned his gaze, forming a barrier like a siege to block any escape.
The majestic sight drew gasps even from the martial artists locked in fierce battle with the remaining demon hordes in the distance.
A barrier erected from formless swords, known as the pinnacle of swordsmanship.
It was truly the realm of a martial god.
Yet the golden heavenly king, trapped within the formless sword barrier, sneered at the sight.
"You think this paltry barrier can hold this king? With my divine arts alone..."
"Use it all you want."
-What?
"It'll all be futile struggling."
-Pat!
With those words, Mok Kyung-un's form shot forward in a flash, closing the distance to right before him.
Narrowing the gap in an instant, Mok Kyung-un drove his fist straight toward the golden heavenly king's jaw.
But in that moment,
-Sruk!
The golden heavenly king's form scattered,
-Ssusususususu!
And its numbers began to multiply.
It wasn't mere afterimages from swift movement—this was true duplication, swelling to nearly a hundred clones in a heartbeat.
The hundred golden heavenly kings opened their mouths in unison.
"You, who have clashed with this king for so long, know well that the mirror surface is more than mere reflection."
-Pat!
No sooner had the words ended than the hundred clones surrounding Mok Kyung-un swung Aden's sword simultaneously.
-Kukukukukukuk!
The space where Mok Kyung-un stood warped, birthing a pinpoint black sphere.
Gravity had condensed in one spot, twisting space itself, its pull defying imagination.
-Paaaaang!
The attraction born of gravity was a form of weight as well.
Under the immense pull, Mok Kyung-un's body was drawn toward the black sphere like a scrap of paper.
At that moment, Mok Kyung-un extended a finger toward the point.
'The breath of spatial suppression!'
In that instant, the surrounding space compressed toward a single point, clashing with the black dot created by the golden heavenly king and tearing the intersecting space apart.
-Tzujujujujujik!
-Pat!
Seizing the gap, Mok Kyung-un kicked off the air repeatedly.
Winds rose from his toeholds, his form quivering rapidly before beginning to multiply.
-Sruk! Sruk! Sruk!
'This guy?'
The golden heavenly king's eyes narrowed.
Whirlwinds raged as Mok Kyung-un's forms proliferated.
It looked as if he had borrowed the mirror surface ability of Aden's armor to create clones, swelling to dozens in a blink.
At the sudden increase, Gu Xuejiao's blood saint Nim Baek-ha, watching from afar, widened her eyes.
'Is that the Wind Shadow Eight Forms?
Wind Shadow Eight Forms was the Jin family's secret technique.
Using the supreme lightness skill Wind Shadow Step, it created up to eight clones to unleash eight martial arts simultaneously—an exquisite art.
Yet Mok Kyung-un had shattered its limits, producing far more clones.
How fast was he moving?
-Chachachachachachacha!
Likely beyond what the naked eye could discern.
The proliferating forms of Mok Kyung-un surged toward the golden heavenly king clones before them in unison.
"Amusing. Creating clones without borrowing divine power. Now!"
-Uuuuuung!
The hundred golden heavenly kings gripped Aden's sword reverse-handed, drawing upon divine power.
Pure white radiance flowed forth,
-Paaaaaaa!
And Mok Kyung-un's charging clones were flung upward, downward, and sideways by gravitational anomalies, beyond their control.
The flung clones blurred and vanished.
"Hastily made clones won't work...!?"
-Shuk!
The golden heavenly king, about to mock the vanishing clones, hurriedly swung Aden's sword.
Gravitational anomalies had cleared the clones, only for formless swords to fly toward him from that spot.
The clones had been a mere feint.
-Uuuuuung!
'No? Gravity doesn't affect them?'
He tried altering gravity again to repel the formless swords.
But far from halting, they hurtled toward him.
One thing he overlooked: formless swords were aggregates of sharp qi, massless and existing solely as keen edges.
Utterly immune to gravity.
-Shuk!
Thus, the formless swords pierced the gravity field unimpeded, reaching the golden heavenly king clones.
Yet in that instant,
-Seedik!
The golden heavenly king's lips curled in a sinister grin.
'Even without weight, having form means what?'
-Uuuuuuuung!
-Chok!
The formless sword seemed to pierce the armor, but it wasn't shattering it.
It was delving into the divine power of the mirror surface.
The moment it was sucked into the mirror surface, the golden heavenly king redirected toward another clone.
Then,
-Chok!
The reflected sword flew to another clone,
-Uuuuuung!
Passing through the mirror surface again.
Each passage through the mirror surface accrued gravity via Aden's sword, accelerating it.
-Hwik!
Mok Kyung-un swung his sword formula to dispel the formless swords, but once through the mirror surface, they were no longer his.
Freed from control, the formless swords kept passing through the clones' armor, reflecting and gaining speed.
-Pachachachachachachacha!
Soon, the formless swords approached light speed.
Indiscernible to human eyes, space filled with beams of light.
"Haa... haa... insane."
Yu Mu-jin of the Yu clan, watching the duel covered in wounds from afar, stuck out his tongue at the sight.
Mok Kyung-un had grown even more monstrous upon reunion, but that thing was beyond human endurance.
How could anyone block it?
Even the entire Yu clan combined seemed impossible.
-Chachachachachachachacha!
The hundred formless swords, turned into light beams via mirror surface and gravity.
"Can you handle acceleration surpassing even reflexes?"
With a meaningful cry, the golden heavenly king twisted toward Mok Kyung-un.
-Pak!
In that instant, the hundred light beams surged at Mok Kyung-un.
At invisible speeds crossing space, the formless swords seemed poised to pierce his body.
But in that fleeting moment,
-Uuuuuuuung!
The tip of Mok Kyung-un's ink-black demonic qi-clad demon sword Yakjok rippled like massive waves, and the incoming formless sword light beams quivered without passing through, spinning fiercely.
-Charrrrrrrrr!
'What is this!?'
It was the pinnacle of Redirecting Blossom Grafting Palm: the Qi Shifting True Scripture technique.
Originally a supreme skill to infuse one's power into an enemy's attack, Mok Kyung-un demonstrated a feat that would astonish even grandmasters.
'Demon Sword Force, Qi Shifting True Force, Formless Infiltration Sword!'
-Charrrrrrr! Chachachachachachacha!
Swept by the Qi Shifting True Scripture's subtlety, the spinning formless sword light beams absorbed Mok Kyung-un's demonic qi, turning black and surging toward the hundred clones.
'Damn!'
At the immense speed, the golden heavenly king hastily unleashed the mirror surface divine power.
But the moment the black light beams touched,
-Parrrrrr!
Their tips trembled, and via the infiltration force's subtlety, the black light beams pierced straight through the mirror surface.
-Pupupupupupupupupupupu!
Black light beams sliced through the chests of the hundred golden heavenly kings, streaking into the sky.
-Keok!
-Kuhk!
-Keok!
The death cries of the golden heavenly king clones.
'!!!!!!!!!'
The spectacle left peak masters' jaws agape.
They had thought Mok Kyung-un doomed by the accelerated formless swords.
But this was beyond imagination—shudder-inducing.
Each subtlety was a supreme feat, yet he chained them in a life-or-death instant.
'...Monster? No, that's not enough.'
'That's a martial god incarnate.'
Some even shed tears.
Barely visible to the eye, the momentary glimpse of these tremendous subtleties swelled hearts with awe.
At some point, beyond righteous or demonic, all harbored reverence.
Mok Kyung-un had revealed the martial pinnacle touching the heavens.
-Passsssususu!
Pierced clones ignited, crumbling to ash in an instant.
Amid the ashes, the sole true body barely dodged the black light beams, eyes filled with bewilderment.
That had been his strongest attack: gravity acceleration, mirror surface divine arts, infused with his own divine power.
Even in the god-demon war, such power was rare. What was this guy?
How could a mere human body unleash such miraculous feats without divine artifacts?
-Pat!
Then, his eyes met Mok Kyung-un's amid the ashes of the vanished clones.
The gaze wasn't that of facing a worthy foe.
It was the absolute one's gaze upon him.
[Use it all you want. It'll all be futile struggling.]
Mok Kyung-un's words flashed in his mind.
Even as a human without divine power, he could match him effortlessly—he had dismissed it lightly.
But those words were sincere.
-Uduk!
Recalling it ignited fury.
Did this insignificant human truly believe he could fell this king?
If so, it was hubris.
He had thought no need for full power against a humanized foe, but his mind changed.
He would annihilate him and everything gathered here.
-Swaaaaa!
The silver crown on the golden heavenly king's head emitted white light.
-Uuuuuuuuuuuung!
Then, fist-sized orbs of light manifested everywhere, flying at Mok Kyung-un in unison.
-Papapapapapapapapapapapa!
In that state, the golden heavenly king clenched his left fist.
The ring on his finger blazed intensely, and soon the space between split clouds rippled.
Not from gravity.
-Pachachachachachachachacha!
With an ear-ringing eerie sound, the sky truly split, revealing a black starry realm like the night sky.
-Gooooooh!
Stars twinkled within the black realm.
As the golden heavenly king moved his left hand, the black realm expanded and focused somewhere, where something loomed.
"W-What's that?"
"No way, those?"
Amid the massive gray boulders visible in the split black realm, all onlookers stirred.
What were they?
Star chunks?
Amid the murmurs and rising fear and terror, the golden heavenly king grinned maniacally and raised Aden's sword.
Radiance flowed from the sword, birthing gravitational force,
-Goooooh!
And the gray boulders amid the split stars began hurtling this way.
The approaching boulders glowed red-hot, heat palpable.
-Kukukukukukuku!
Immense pressure shook the ground like an earthquake, crushing the earth.
The golden heavenly king bellowed in mad laughter.
"This is the power of a god. With this..."
-Chok!
It was right then.
A black line amid the light orbs.
A sharp sensation crossed space, and a red line appeared on the golden heavenly king's right arm holding Aden's sword.
'What?'
-Pushuk!
The radiance from his sword vanished, and his arm fell away.
[Chapter 126: The Peerless Sword (7)] End