Chapter 108
Chapter 108
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 108
Chapter Title: Demise of the Blood-Eyed Rakshasa
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About half a gak before Namgung Clan and Wudang Sect burst in.
"Kill every last one of those wicked fiends!"
"Fall back! Retreat!"
"You heretics! Clear the way right now!"
It was pandemonium. A true field of carnage.
The Tang siblings, who had pulled back to one side, along with Blood Lord Gu-ak and Chui-dal, wore urgent expressions on their faces.
"Damn it all. Those cursed Blood Cult bastards."
"At this rate, they'll break through."
"We still have so many wounded who can barely move..."
The sub-commander of the Seventh Church District and the half-human jiangshi were screaming and charging forward to catch up with the vanished Blood-Eyed Rakshasa.
With the poisons and traps rendered completely useless by the Blood-Eyed Rakshasa, they had no choice but to clash directly with these rampaging madmen using flesh and steel.
"Everyone, unite and hold them back! If we don't, we'll all die!"
"I beg you all! Just this once, work together!"
The only reason they could maintain a stalemate was thanks to the Tang siblings.
They had treated and saved the injured warriors—even those elders who had coldly calculated costs and benefits.
In the process, they had prioritized the orthodox sects, but a significant number of unorthodox fighters, excluding the evil ones, had also received their life-saving grace.
"Even if our paths differ, we can't abandon those who saved our lives!"
"We'll follow your lead!"
"At least here, let's set aside old grudges and debts for now!"
"Haaap!"
With their vastly different life paths, the orthodox and unorthodox couldn't truly unite in battle.
However, they could at least refrain from turning on each other while facing a common enemy from the demonic path.
And conveniently, the Tang siblings' life-saving grace provided the perfect excuse—no one had to step forward and take the blame.
That was the sole reason the black and white forces could hold back the demons.
"At this rate, we might even push them back and wipe them out."
"Hahaha. Who knew the young clan leader's benevolence would return like this? Guess you really should live kindly after all."
"Elder Baek Ik is right."
Tang Gun swelled with pride at the praise from Gu-ak and Chui-dal, then glanced back.
He was requesting the Namgung Clan and Wudang Sect—who were gathered at the rear to break through the barrier—to join them.
At that moment.
Tang Gun's face twisted sharply.
"Young Lord Namgung! Elder Cheon-so! What are you doing?!"
If they all united, they could slaughter every last demonic bastard.
The tide had turned that decisively in their favor.
Provided that Namgung Clan and Wudang Sect joined in.
"Young Lord Tang. We leave the rear to you."
"We're going after the demonic leader."
Hearing Namgung Cheon-hu and Elder Cheon-so, Tang Gun felt his strength drain away.
Going after the leader?
"Don't talk nonsense! You're not fools who don't know the order of things—how can you make such a decision?!"
It was far more logical to handle the swarming demonic minions first, then hunt down the Blood-Eyed Rakshasa.
They couldn't claim it was to rescue Yang-hui, since they didn't even know he was where the Blood-Eyed Rakshasa had gone.
In other words.
"No one knows what's at the end of Sword King's Tomb."
"What if there's a spirit medicine that makes the demon even stronger when he returns?"
"You handle the rear. We'll take the front."
Greed had blinded them. With a bit of breathing room, the treasures of Sword King's Tomb had started tempting them.
And conveniently, the other warriors were tying down the demonic minions!
"You won't get through the barrier anyway. You can't go."
Sneers appeared on Namgung Cheon-hu and Elder Cheon-so's faces.
"That guy had one useful thing."
"Whether we pass or not is our business. Don't worry."
Dozens of Namgung Clan and Wudang Sect warriors vanished beyond the barrier.
Tang Gun couldn't hold back his curse.
"Damn it all...!"
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ What greeted Namgung Clan and Wudang Sect as they moved to claim the treasures for themselves was yet another hell.
"Someone besides the demons?"
"That guy...!"
Before Namgung Cheon-hu and Elder Cheon-so could assess the situation, the Blood-Eyed Rakshasa moved.
"You fools!"
Baek Yang-hui also bellowed the moment Namgung Clan and Wudang appeared, kicking off the ground.
But it wasn't enough to block the nearer Blood-Eyed Rakshasa.
💥 CRITICAL STRIKE! 💥 Piercing through five hearts!
Red energy stretched from the five remaining claws—having lost one arm—piercing the hearts of the five incoming warriors.
"Kwaak!"
"Kuh...!"
Blood surged along the claws toward the Blood-Eyed Rakshasa, writhing.
The five warriors' corpses rapidly withered into mummies.
"Damn it!"
"Heon-ah! Myung-ah! Uwaaaah!"
"Save Hyun-sang and Hyun-ho!"
"Elder, swords aren't working!"
Among the new arrivals, there were two super peak experts.
Namgung Cheon-hu and Elder Cheon-so unleashed sword qi to overwhelm the Blood-Eyed Rakshasa, but it fell short.
Kwaang! Kwaang!
Even super peak experts weren't pierced through the heart in one blow, but both ended up smashed into the walls.
Blood spraying from their mouths was just icing.
"Kuhuhuhu. To think I'd feel gratitude toward heretics."
Vitality and elasticity returned to the Blood-Eyed Rakshasa's blackened face.
Yang-hui felt urgency.
"A-du! Kill him before he fully recovers!"
"Got it! Haaap!"
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ Heaven-Covering 108 Swords, 5th Form: Eagle Feathers Flying Scatter! Five sword strikes twisted erratically like lightning, shredding from all directions.
A clear move to block approaches.
I'll break through even if it costs me wounds...!
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ Heaven-Covering 108 Swords, 47th Form: White Feather Pressing the Ding Variant: Heavenly Wing Pressing the Peak
Eagle Feathers Flying Scatter unleashed sword strikes in all directions, dominating space.
At super peak realm, each carried sword qi, clashing with the dominating claws first and unleashing terrifying shockwaves.
Kwagwagwang!
A-du charged through the gap like a beast.
"Demon! To hell with you!"
Her fist, the size of an average woman's head, blazed with fist qi ten times larger.
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ Hundred Steps Divine Fist: Arhat Carved Mandala! A-du didn't miss the opening from the sword strikes, slamming her fist precisely into the Blood-Eyed Rakshasa's solar plexus.
Paaang!
"A-du, well done!"
No gaps. No reprieves.
No intention of giving more chances.
She couldn't afford to repeat the Blood-Eyed Rakshasa's mistake of arrogance.
If I watch and still copy it perfectly, I'd be too ashamed to call myself a once-in-a-century genius!
Kiaaaaa!
Infusing Harmonious Heaven True Qi fully via Eagle Tail Bright Advance to maximally disrupt the Blood-Eyed Rakshasa's internal energy flow.
Simultaneously, squeezing out remaining inner power for the finishing supreme technique.
Illusions of massive wings from the heavens pressing down on lofty peaks filled the surroundings.
Heavenly Wing Pressing Peak. A new variant of Heaven-Covering 108 Swords.
A technique melting the subtleties of Heavenly Dull Sword's Heaven Press with principles of true qi manipulation.
"Die alreadyyy!"
Charararang!
Wings extended from the sky, thousands of feathers rubbing to emit sound attack subtleties.
Simultaneously, terrifying pressure crushed down on the Blood-Eyed Rakshasa.
"Kuhk, kuhwaaaap!"
Red energy flashed like lightning in resistance.
The remaining arm's five claws tore at the wing's feathers.
But.
"Die!"
Squeezing the last dantian true qi into the sword.
The technique from the sword empowered each feather at the wing's tip.
And finally.
"Yang-hui! I'll help!"
"Prajna Great Ability, Hundred Steps Divine Fist: Union." "Essence: Formless Enlightenment Single Swing." ⟨ Formless Enlightenment ⟩
Prajna Great Ability's sword qi essence embraced by Hundred Steps Divine Fist's empty air fist.
True stance stepping, earth qi through the fountain acupoint in the foot.
One hand stretched overhead, heaven qi through the palm heart.
Between heaven and earth: man. Stillness in motion—life's principle in one fist.
Tuwhaaaak!
White and blood light clashed; golden flames exploited the gap.
The cavern filled with radiance for an instant.
"Foolish vermin!"
Already straining against the overhead sword strike.
A massive fist qi flying at the gap.
As it extended its other arm, claws to shred the fist qi.
Arm...!
Humans possess reason and intellect, yet remain beasts swayed by instinct and habit.
The Blood-Eyed Rakshasa, who had lived over a century with two arms, realized its fatal error at the very end.
Its left arm long gone. No means to block the incoming fist qi.
Tukwaaang!
Fist qi struck the chest dead-on. Contained force tore the body apart.
Barely supplemented blood qi to compete, but another mistake.
Charararang!
Hundreds, thousands of feathers descended.
Heavenly wing's pressure touched the Blood-Eyed Rakshasa's body.
...!
It couldn't die like this.
Having walked the inhuman path out of despair over innate talent.
Abandoning self to serve as a slave, hoping to ascend higher.
For this end to be so vain.
To meet its end by two whelps who had what it lacked.
This can't be!
Fading light. Silence and stillness filled the void.
"......"
"......"
The Blood-Eyed Rakshasa stood with a hole in its chest.
Momentarily. Its last arm fell with a thud.
Hundreds of thousands of wounds turned the torso into unrecognizable flesh chunks.
"It can't... end like... this......"
A fine crack across the throat.
The blood light in its eyes extinguished completely.
"Great Blood God... one more... time......"
Final gasp from the rolling head.
The end of a giant demon born human, devouring hundreds to reach forbidden realms.
Only then did Yang-hui exhale in relief.
Good thing. If Blood Soul Escape Technique had let those Namgung-Wudang bastards seize hearts... I'd have died.
No joke—he really would have.
With Blood-Eyed Rakshasa supplemented and two super peaks plus dozens of first-rate added, no chance of victory.
"You idiots!"
His bellow cut through the cavern, slamming into Namgung-Wudang warriors' eardrums.
Warriors still grasping the situation wore dumb expressions.
Namgung Cheon-hu and Elder Cheon-so's faces were different.
"A-Are you talking to us?"
"Yeah! We'd have died because of you! Kuh, kuhuk!"
Mid-sentence, he vomited a bowlful of blood.
His whole body began trembling like an aspen.
Still too lacking to handle Heaven Press's subtleties.
Not just him—A-du's condition was visibly deteriorating rapidly.
She had overexerted for the finish.
"Damn it. If you hadn't come."
That was the moment.
"Baek Yang-hui."
Namgung Cheon-hu stepped forward, eyes sharp.
"Why are you here? Explain yourself."
This bastard's really pissing me off.
"Explain? Why are you here? Same reason as me, right? Shouldn't I be asking you?"
"You? You dare call me 'you'?"
"Wanna fight? Pissed off?"
Namgung Cheon-hu's gaze swept the rear golden coffin, the halved empty iron rings, and the blood sword in Yang-hui's hand.
"Elder Cheon-so."
"Speak, young lord."
"Look at the sword in that guy's hand."
"I've been eyeing it from the start. Clearly a demonic sword."
"He was someone who couldn't even stand tall before me. But his attitude's completely changed..."
Elder Cheon-so caught Namgung Cheon-hu's intent.
We entered Sword King's Tomb, endured all hardships, lost nearly half our disciples.
To avoid rebuke upon return to the sect, they needed achievements.
No—at least for personal pride.
"Young hero. I won't ask how you're here. Instead, put down the demonic sword. We need to inspect it closely for dangers."
Yang-hui snorted involuntarily, glaring coldly at Elder Cheon-so.
Playing it that way, huh.
His thoughts were transparently pure, like valley stream water.
Beyond ingratitude—shameless impudence.
How could he be so oblivious to his place?
"Put down the sword now. We'll inspect it with our sect's ghost arts and decide your treatment."
"......"
Ah. Can't hold back. These bastards are drawing out the demon in me.
Staring at the Blood Cult divine sword in his hand, he spoke.
Namgung. And Wudang.
Both clans would be massive obstacles to Baek Clan Fort's future.
No—obstacles would be fortunate.
Given Tang Gun's temperament, he wouldn't stay quiet.
All their faces, including his own group, were exposed.
They'd even witnessed the Blood-Eyed Rakshasa slaying.
Future checks inevitable.
Perhaps... escalating to outright hostility.
Baek Clan Manor and Tang Clan's power can't handle Namgung and Wudang yet.
Time for schemes.
Namgung Cheon-hu. And Namgung Cheon-yeong.
Though unknown, future young lord was Namgung Cheon-yeong.
Would Cheon-hu step down easily?
Unlikely. Internal strife surely occurred.
Topple Cheon-hu's position to hasten the infighting.
And Wudang. Occupying one of Nine Great Sects after 150 years since founding.
They had one weakness.
Wudang's Greatest Sword, Hyun-hyun. If I expose the Child-Slaying Incident...
Blood would flow.
Enemy blood.
Blood they brought upon themselves through insatiable greed.
"I'll hand over the sword. But first, I have something to say."
"What is it?"
"This demonic sword tries to control whoever holds it."
"Then how are you fine?"
"My mind's steadfast, will unyielding."
Elder Cheon-so and Namgung Cheon-hu smirked simultaneously.
Even Hyun-hyun behind them sneered.
"Our Wudang is a daoist orthodox sect. Our dao suppresses evil—put down the sword."
"Then first give me my sword over there. Gotta have something to trust."
Their sneers turned to outrage.
"Young hero. I'm a Wudang elder. You can't trust me? Think we'll attack after you disarm?"
"Interpret as you like. Just give the sword. I'll do as you want then."
"......"
Elder Cheon-so walked up, kicking Yang-hui's sword toward him.
Haha, one more demerit for Wudang.
Grinning twistedly as he snatched his sword, Yang-hui tossed the Blood Cult divine sword to the other side.
Clang!
"Inspect all you want. Warning: anyone not at super peak shouldn't even touch it."
"......Noted."
Namgung Cheon-hu and Elder Cheon-so exchanged glances.
"Young lord, then back at the sect..."
"I'll take it."
Before Elder Cheon-so finished, Namgung Cheon-hu leaped.
Elder Cheon-so, caught off-guard by the prior transmission, wore a startled look.
In that instant, Namgung Cheon-hu gripped the Blood Cult divine sword.
And then.
"What is this, kuh, kuuu... Kraaaak!"
Blood-red energy erupted like flames from the divine sword, devouring Namgung Cheon-hu's body.
Puk!
"Y-Young... lord...?"
"......"
Namgung Cheon-hu, having pierced a retainer’s heart, scanned for the next victim with bloodshot eyes.
His gaze locked. At the end: a Wudang disciple in black daoist robes.
"Young lord! What madness is this?!"
"Kraaa!"
"Young lord! Tch, Wudang disciples—form defensive lines!"
Carnage and pandemonium unfolded once more.
Yang-hui watched the scene with cold eyes.
The calamity they invited raged wildly.