Chapter 91
Chapter 91
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 91
Chapter Title: Night Stained with Blood (3)
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Boom!
A thunderous crash like a hammer striking iron plate rang out, and Cheol Woo's massive frame staggered backward.
Countless sword shadows surged after him in his wake.
Even knowing that most of those sword shadows were mere afterimages, Cheol Woo couldn't ignore them entirely. He'd been struck several times by the real blade hidden among them. Thanks to his ironclad body, none were fatal wounds, but the secondary damage they caused was no joke.
The reason he'd let Feng Tianlei land a few hits was the same—deceptive illusory swords just like these.
'Damn Ghost Phantom Clan! They piss me off every damn time.'
The Ghost Phantom Clan had built its fearsome reputation in the demonic world through illusion arts and illusory swords. They didn't boast overwhelming raw power, but they were devilishly tricky to fight. Back during the unification of the cult, they'd been one of the toughest factions the Divine Demon Division had faced.
As Cheol Woo unleashed the Tyrant's Sixteen Fists to pulverize the relentlessly pursuing sword shadows, a bolt of rage exploded from Feng Tianlei—the man who'd just struck his chest—along with a ferocious palm strike.
Hot flames licked at him from behind.
He didn't even need to check who it was.
The only one here who could unleash that kind of scorching heat was Ma Sogwan, patriarch of the Crimson Flame Clan.
'Damn it, I should've finished him off for good.'
Cheol Woo scowled fiercely.
Despite his grievous injuries, Ma Sogwan charged in with eyes rolled back in pure vengeful fury. His momentum was staggering. Every attack discarded all defense—it was suicidal mutual destruction, no exaggeration.
But the one tormenting Cheol Woo more than anyone was Yin Xuehui of Ten Thousand Poison Valley.
She'd endured this long on nothing but revenge, after losing her parents and siblings right before her eyes.
Her once-beautiful face had twisted into a monster's from forcing her poison arts, and her snow-white skin now gleamed with an eerie green glow.
Her poison hands, glistening under the moonlight, were black as obsidian—black enough to believe they'd been carved from it. Any living thing they brushed would lose its life to the lethal venom they carried.
The combined assault of these four experts, bound by unyielding vengeance, left no gaps and packed devastating power.
If not for Cheol Woo's diamond-indestructible body, his endless torrent of profound inner energy, and his domineering martial arts that could crumble a mountain in a single breath, he wouldn't have lasted even a single exchange.
"Ta-ha-hat!"
With a roar like a beast, Cheol Woo unleashed Wind Shadow Step, boldly weaving through the four experts' joint attack. He followed up with a barrage of punches.
Against Feng Tianlei charging head-on, he fired off Crashing Heaven Drop. To Yin Xuehui on his left and Ma Sogwan lunging from behind, he unleashed Crashing Heaven Drop in rapid succession.
Feng Tianlei, seeing this as the decisive moment, countered with his clan's deadliest technique: the Bloodless Palm Method.
The Bloodless Palm Method destroyed internal organs into a puddle of blood without spilling a drop externally. It was the ultimate heavy internal palm art, the perfect counter to external specialists like Cheol Woo.
The sinister energy of the Bloodless Palm clashed head-on with Crashing Heaven Drop.
Raw power favored Crashing Heaven Drop overwhelmingly, but the Bloodless Palm didn't rely on brute force.
A bizarre energy slyly pierced through the immense force of Crashing Heaven Drop.
Cheol Woo tried to dodge in alarm, but Jwa Muk's attack from behind and a hidden weapon that slipped through his protective aura to stab his flank caught his ankle.
Thud!
With a sound like ripping leather, Cheol Woo's heavy body tumbled powerlessly across the ground.
Jwa Muk didn't miss the opening, swiftly closing in and swinging his sword.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Sword qi slammed into Cheol Woo's rolling body one after another.
A strange fervor burned in Jwa Muk's eyes.
Until now, attacking had felt like hacking at an immense stone wall. This time was different.
The feedback through his blade was crystal clear.
Just a little more. Just a little more.
Revenge was within reach.
The onlookers were just as entranced, sharing Jwa Muk's frenzy as he swung wildly.
"B-Brother!"
"Damn it!"
Noejeon and Hahuyeon, struggling in their own distant fight, noticed Cheol Woo's plight but couldn't help. They lacked the skill to intervene. Hahugok might have had a chance, but he'd vanished from the battlefield entirely. Even if nearby, he'd be hard-pressed against One Sword Transcends Fate and Small Face Killer's combined assault.
Cheol Woo's intermittent movements finally stopped.
Jwa Muk, slashing madly, panted heavily before bursting into mad laughter.
"Kuhahaha! Revenge at last. When you reach hell, beg forgiveness from my clan, Diamond Yaksha!"
Jwa Muk trembled, raising his sword for the killing blow.
In that desperate moment, a heavy voice drilled into his ear.
"Nah."
Cheol Woo's limp hand shot toward Jwa Muk's ankle.
"Danger!"
Feng Tianlei shouted a warning and charged desperately.
"Die!"
As Jwa Muk stabbed down, Cheol Woo's left hand grabbed the blade.
Crunch!
The sword snapped like dry bamboo.
At the same instant, Cheol Woo yanked Jwa Muk's ankle and poured his strength into it.
No human bone could withstand the grip that shattered even a honed blade. And it wasn't just breaking bone—the energy of Ink Gang Asura Qi flowed up from the ankle into Jwa Muk's body.
Pain exploded from his ankle, spreading through his entire body in an instant—an agony no human could endure.
"Gaaahhh!"
A horrific scream tore from Jwa Muk's bulging eyes.
Cheol Woo hurled the broken blade at the onrushing Feng Tianlei to force him back, then slowly rose.
"Hell? I'll send you now—say hi for me."
No reply needed.
With a cold smirk, Cheol Woo slammed Jwa Muk's limp body into the ground.
Once was enough.
A single smash shattered every bone from head to toe. Jwa Muk's breath cut off.
Cheol Woo shook off Jwa Muk's corpse—barely recognizable as human anymore—and eyed Yin Xuehui.
"Pretty vicious poison."
Feng Tianlei's innards-rattling strike had hurt, but the real reason Cheol Woo had taken Jwa Muk's attacks one-sidedly was that hidden weapon in his flank.
Yin Xuehui's projectile was crafted from ice jade born with the essence of eternal snow.
Ice jade specialized in shattering protective auras—a treasure any martial artist dreamed of. Heavenly Mountain ice jade was so rare, they said no amount of gold could buy it without fate's favor. Even mighty Ten Thousand Poison Valley, in its heyday, had mobilized a fortune shaking its foundations to produce just ten secret needles.
Dragon Slayer Nails, forged from ice jade.
They were called harbingers of death not just for nullifying auras, but because they contained the quintessence of Ten Thousand Poison Valley's poison arts.
With a Dragon Slayer Nail piercing his side, Cheol Woo had been forced to expel the invading poison, leaving him to endure Jwa Muk's onslaught. Time had been short, and he'd had to protect his body too, so he'd only suppressed it, not fully neutralized.
"Made 'em special for scum like you."
Yin Xuehui screamed with venomous hatred. Her left hand thrust out simultaneously.
A small fire tube in her hand burst, sending countless beams of light at Cheol Woo's face.
Ma Sogwan, who'd been waiting for an opening, lunged like a demon.
His body was a wreck from reckless attacks—especially the rebound from Ink Gang Asura Qi's protective energy. Internal injuries severe enough to drop him any second.
But obsession for revenge overrode the pain, driving his body forward.
Cheol Woo swung Jwa Muk's corpse at Yin Xuehui.
Most beams embedded in the body, but a few pierced through to strike him. Lacking ice jade or weakened from punching through, they bounced harmlessly off Ink Gang Asura Qi.
Blocking her attack spun Cheol Woo's body left, whipping the corpse around sharply.
He spotted Ma Sogwan charging ferociously, vomiting blood.
Sensing momentum several times fiercer than before, Cheol Woo judged it Ma Sogwan's final blaze.
Normally no issue. But with twisted organs from Feng Tianlei, suppressed poison sapping him, and no full inner energy available, it was a real threat now.
The instant he felt danger, hard-won experience from countless brushes with death shone through.
He hurled Jwa Muk's corpse at Ma Sogwan.
As Ma Sogwan's sword cleaved it effortlessly, Cheol Woo's fist smashed into the body.
Like a bursting leather ball, the corpse exploded into chunks of flesh and bone, raining warm blood and scattering everywhere.
Ma Sogwan, blinded momentarily by the bloodbath, spotted Cheol Woo only when he was already upon him.
"If you're gonna die—"
Woooom!
Cheol Woo's arm whirled, compressing the air.
"—die alone!"
The compressed air spun with his arm, then detonated at one point.
No scream.
Ma Sogwan's torso gaped open as his body flew three zhang before crashing.
"You bastard!"
Feng Tianlei charged with Bloodless Palm Method.
He was no one to take lightly. His arts countered Cheol Woo perfectly, but ignoring his own strain, Cheol Woo poured every ounce of inner energy into defense.
As he fully blocked the attack, his nape stung sharply.
His hand instinctively shot back, grabbing something odd.
"Ha! Unbelievable."
Cheol Woo sighed in exasperation.
A snake whiter than snow writhed in his grip.
Its flicking tongue was pitch black, its glowing red eyes thicker than blood.
He hadn't sensed its approach, and his protective aura had failed against a mere snake. Infuriating.
"Bitten by the king of poisons, White Fang—you're dead now…"
Yin Xuehui's ecstatic words cut off abruptly.
Cheol Woo had bitten off the snake's head.
"Pah! Worse than an earthworm."
He spat the severed head and chewed the body messily.
The fishy, foul taste made him spit out the chunks in disgust.
That settled his pride.
Cheol Woo's body swayed.
Poison dizzied his head. Bitten near his heart, it spread viciously fast.
The suppressed poison reared up slyly too.
'Damn it!'
Hallucinations flooded in.
Childhood memories he didn't recall, rolling in the dirt like a dog in Black Dragon Valley, achieving demonic unification with comrades like brothers, even chopping meat sullenly in a butcher shop corner—all flashed by like a lantern show.
He shook his head to clear it.
Stumbling, he saw Noejeon collapsing, Gwayu retreating clutching his right eye, and Hahuyeon taking a sword meant for him.
One clear thought pierced his fading mind.
'Must protect them.'
He bit his tongue hard.
His mind sharpened briefly.
He moved.
Wind Shadow Step at full power placed him before Noejeon in a blink.
He decapitated the one going for Noejeon's throat.
He bisected the one slashing Hahuyeon's back.
A massive energy surged from behind.
Grinding his teeth, Cheol Woo threw his final punch with all he had.
The last form of Crashing Heaven Three Strikes: Heaven Shattering Annihilation.
Cheol Woo's fist energy clashed violently with Feng Tianlei's ultimate Bloodless Palm apex, Heaven Breaking Calamity, and Yin Xuehui's poison hand's toxic spray.
Kaboom!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
With the explosion, Yin Xuehui's form was flung back pathetically.
Properly caught in Ink Gang Asura Qi's rebound, her face twisted demonically.
Feng Tianlei, pushed back seven steps, looked no better.
His clothes shredded to rags, his left arm dangled uselessly, broken from the shoulder.
Pain forgotten momentarily, they could exchange grins.
Cheol Woo sprawled on the ground, vomiting blood nonstop—clearly the loser to any onlooker.
"Heh… laugh? You idiots… you're fucked now…"
Cheol Woo let out a grotesque chuckle.
As if mesmerized, Feng Tianlei and Yin Xuehui followed his gaze.