Chapter 105
Chapter 105
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 105
Chapter Title: Third-Rate Martial Family Becomes World's Best
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Even amidst the palpable sense of desperate crisis, it was a statement that couldn't help but evoke bewilderment.
Great Foe? What bullshit is this all of a sudden?
"The guidance of the Great One is beyond the reach of a lowly being like me. To lead me to accomplish two tasks at once."
He used his sword as a cane to haul himself to his feet.
Even though he'd only blocked a single strike before getting flung back, his shaken organs were still trembling.
"You demon bastard, have you lost your mind? What the hell is this nonsense?"
"Hmm, you don't know?"
Blood-Eye sent him an intrigued glance.
"With your insignificant realm, you blocked a strike from this body."
That part had Baek Yang-hui puzzled as well.
The Peak Realm was the limit of human potential, an uncrossable wall.
Which was why no martial artist below Peak could ever defeat a Peak master.
Strictly speaking, not never, but...
Once Sword Aura Manifestation was awakened, it formed a tangible mass of qi with near-absolute power.
No matter how much energy one poured in, the moment of clash should have resulted in it being bluntly severed.
Yet he'd blocked Blood-Eye's claw qi.
Probably thanks to the pure qi. Some undiscovered property must have kicked in.
In the meantime, Adu charged at Blood-Eye once more.
"Demon! Be purified!"
Boom!
He got flung back again.
"Guh...!"
"Adu. You okay?"
While keeping an eye on Blood-Eye, he checked Adu's condition.
With tangible qi cloaking his entire body and his naturally tough frame, no external wounds were visible.
Of course, he'd taken some internal damage and bruises.
In any case, Adu can withstand the bastard's attacks. And Blood-Eye looks pretty worn out from passing through the Absolute Realm.
As he racked his brain for a breakthrough—
"The sacred relic must be inside that iron door. I can sense that nauseating aura too... So some ignorant fool dared attempt a seal."
This prick really thinks he's firmly in the superior position.
Just standing here, he's spilling info like crazy.
What's this sacred relic crap, though?
"Hey, Blood Cult head honcho."
"Oh? How did you know this body hails from the Blood Cult?"
"Who else reeks of blood and rot like you lot, gorging on filth?"
Blood-Eye's lips curled up. Whip-like claw qi lashed out toward his throat.
"Kuh!"
Even operating Harmonious Heaven qi throughout his body, he couldn't fully evade.
Baek Yang-hui's left shoulder split open, blood dripping in globs.
"Tsk. What a waste of blood."
Blood should have fallen straight to the ground.
But the droplets defied gravity, flowing toward Blood-Eye.
"Let's see how the Great Foe tastes."
The instant slender threads of blood were sucked into Blood-Eye's mouth—
"Mmph?! Urk...!"
Blood-Eye's already bloodshot eyes bulged with veins as he retched up thick, blackish blood.
What? This guy? Having a rejection reaction to my blood?
More precisely, to the pure qi infused in it.
Baek Yang-hui kicked off the ground without hesitation.
Shwick!
Even mid-vomit, Blood-Eye whipped out five strands of claw qi.
"Adu!"
"Hah!"
Baek Yang-hui wasn't the only one leaping into action.
"Block it!"
"Amitabha Buddha!"
Dazzling golden flames blocked the five claw strands.
Baek Yang-hui stepped on Adu's back—where he'd intercepted in his place—and leaped again.
Then.
Slash!
He sliced his forearm with his sword and swung.
"You insolent cur!"
Blood-Eye dodged as if the blood were filthy sludge.
That confirmed one thing.
I can force the bastard to move with my blood.
That gave him a sliver of hope—no, at least enough to hold out while...
Crunch!
Before the thought finished, his throat constricted.
Blood-Eye had appeared before him, seizing his neck with one hand.
"Grk!"
"Insolent wretch. Even a Great Foe—no matter how green and unripe—dares to target this body?"
Terrifying grip strength. His neck felt ready to snap any second.
He endured only because he'd concentrated Harmonious Heaven qi to resist as much as possible.
"Let go of Yang-hui!"
Adu's reckless body-slam assault sent him flying back faster than he'd charged.
Blood-Eye ignored Adu entirely, staring straight into Baek Yang-hui's eyes.
Blood-red eyes filled his vision.
"To encounter such a young, immature Great Foe. Is this too the will of the Great One, fate decreed?"
"Bull... shit...!"
Blood-Eye's lips curved softly.
"Amusing. Utterly amusing. I wonder... if it's possible."
Suddenly, goosebumps erupted across Baek Yang-hui's body.
He'd recalled the bastard's ultimate technique.
Blood Soul Seizure Art...!
Blood-Eye's specialty wasn't martial arts.
Blood Spirit Soul-Stealing Art. The Blood Cult's secret soul-domination technique and zombie creation rite.
Dominating others' souls, infusing them with blood qi to turn them into half-human puppets—that was his forte.
Damn it, gotta escape...
He bit his tongue, spitting blood-mixed saliva.
But Blood-Eye didn't dodge—instead closing his eyes to take it full on.
"...Such revolting, utterly repulsive qi, Great Foe. I'll repay this humiliation once I've made you my slave."
"Damn... you...!"
Blood-Eye's blood eyes flashed with crimson light.
At the same moment, a nauseating binding sensation washed over him.
Evil intangible qi emanating from Blood-Eye's upper dantian began invading Baek Yang-hui's mind.
"Great Foe, become my eternal slave. I'll make you my personal doormat."
Guuh, at this rate... no...!
Blood-Eye's gaze intensified.
Human eyes gleaming this brightly? It seemed impossible.
That was the moment.
Huh? Why... am I fine?
The thought hit, and he let his body go limp, switching the sword to his left hand.
Relaxing his pupils, he stared at Blood-Eye with vacant eyes.
"You held out quite a while. Even young and unripe, a Great Foe is still a Great Foe, eh?"
"Yang-hui! No!"
Slam!
Instead of flinging Adu, Blood-Eye slammed him into the ground and stomped the center of his back.
"Gaaah!"
Standing atop the writhing Adu—like a skewered cicada—Blood-Eye commanded Baek Yang-hui.
"Great Foe. State your identity. Explain how you came to harbor such profane power."
"I am..."
Blood dripped steadily from the forearm he'd just sliced.
The drops trickled down the sword blade, staining Adu's head red.
"I am... the one who consumed the Rebirth Pill..."
"Can't speak properly? Hmm. Haven't fully dominated you yet."
As Blood-Eye's gaze flared again—
Stab!
"Grk, huh?!"
Pure qi-soaked blood drenched the blade.
Blood-Eye staggered, sword piercing his chest.
Loosening grip. Baek Yang-hui snapped the fingers and escaped.
Keep it going!
"Adu! Get up!"
"Raaah!"
Adu forced himself upright amid golden flames.
Baek Yang-hui swung for another strike in sync, but—
Damn, the sword.
To strike, he needed to pull the sword from the chest.
But it wouldn't budge.
"You dare. Well played."
Sensing chill, Baek Yang-hui dropped the sword and kicked Blood-Eye's abdomen with all his might.
Blood-Eye's form flew limply. He crashed down, silent for a moment before staggering up.
"Blood Soul Seizure failing. A Great Foe truly lives up to the name."
Blood-Eye eyed the still-embedded sword, then yanked it out with brute force.
It should have pierced the heart, blood fountaining out.
Instead, dark, viscous sludge—like rotten gore—covered the wound.
"I let my guard down enjoying the fun. Cough."
His complexion had clearly worsened compared to before.
Yet Blood-Eye remained an untouchable powerhouse.
Sword lost, body compromised.
Even the final gambit had failed.
As profound despair enveloped him—
Clunk, roll roll roll.
An iron orb tumbled from his torn collar.
The legacy from Sword Sage Yeo Dong-bin, obtained years ago.
Seeing it jogged his memory of what he'd overlooked.
"Adu!"
"...Yeah!"
Adu rose, lips bloodied but response vigorous.
"Hold out half a ke—no, a quarter ke! No matter what!"
"Got it! Demon! I'll purify you!"
He snatched the iron orb, golden flames illuminating the cavern behind him.
Sword Sage Yeo Dong-bin's legacy.
Disciple of the Sword Sage: Sword King.
The final gate of the Sword King Mausoleum.
Thump!
If a key is needed, this is it.
He scanned the intricate patterns engraved on the iron door.
Sure enough, a round motif matching the orb's size.
Perfectly centered on the right half of the double doors.
Why didn't I realize sooner?
No time for regret.
Adu was desperately buying time right now.
"Release me, you filth."
Blood-Eye's eyes toward the charging Adu brimmed with disgust.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Blood-qi-charged hands battered Adu's skull relentlessly, but he never let go.
"Can't go! Can't go!"
"Do you truly wish to die first?"
Five nails wreathed in razor-sharp claw qi converged into one.
Blood-Eye thrust at Adu's throat.
"Guhk!"
Golden flames parted as the nail tip embedded in Adu's neck.
Blood-Eye grimaced like a wrathful demon and shoved deeper.
Inch by inch, the nails burrowed into Adu's throat.
"Ami... ta, bha...!"
Adu, just a bit longer!
The iron door didn't open by simply inserting the orb.
But Baek Yang-hui instinctively knew what more was required.
From his near-empty dantian, from the core pure qi pellet, he drew forth pure qi.
Normally, it blended automatically into Harmonious Heaven qi during operation.
Now, he focused every ounce of will to extract only pure qi.
Whoosh—
The iron orb, once holding pure qi, brimmed with it anew.
Click!
Pure qi swirled in intricate lines across the orb's surface, spreading through the entire iron door.
Soon.
Rumble, screeech.
Got it!
Baek Yang-hui's eyes swept the door's interior.
A relatively cramped space, about three jang wide and tall.
At its center stood a golden coffin.
Hovering within, sealed, was a sword—one redder than blood.
This sword...!
Why is it in the Sword King Mausoleum? This blade is definitely...!
"Sacred relic!"
Blood-Eye's shrill cry from behind.
Simultaneously, the explosive sounds accelerated.
No time to think or look back.
Right now, just—
That sword's sealed by the iron orbs, for sure.
Eight orbs were embedded in the coffin in Eight Trigrams formation.
To seal a blade surely exuding horrific blood qi, without a doubt.
He dashed to the coffin, grabbing two of the eight orbs—
Click! Click!
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Passing it on to the descendant!] A majestic voice—so grand it could shake the entire sky—filled Baek Yang-hui's mind.