novelraw Chapter 305 : Masters of the Heavenly Central Sect
Chapter 305 : Masters of the Heavenly Central Sect
Chapter 305: Masters of the Heavenly Central Sect
Until now, we had refrained from killing those who attacked us, out of consideration for Yong Biyang, who disliked unnecessary slaughter.
But this time, we weren’t facing someone we could afford to hold back against.
Violent Dragon Twin Swords unsheathed his sword and said to Jong Seok,
"Today, let’s see what kind of Poison Art you’ve been hiding, Master Jong. We all know you've been holding back this whole time."
None of us had yet witnessed what the Heavenly Saint Cult’s famed ultimate technique, Black Death God Light Poison Art, was capable of.
That was because Mo Biyoung, Violent Dragon Twin Swords, and Deungae had always taken care of the warriors of Blood Demon Castle before anyone else could engage.
“They picked the wrong day to mess with us. I’ll make sure they understand—deep in their bones—why I’m the sworn brother of Yong Hwarin, the Heavenly Sword Hero.”
Mo Biyoung also said to Deungae,
"Master Deung, do not hesitate. If you show mercy now, you may not get the chance to see Young Master Yong again."
She was concerned that Deungae’s soft heart would prevent him from unleashing his full power.
Deungae nodded.
"Don’t worry. Today, you’ll see just how ruthless I can be."
Mo Biyoung knew just how formidable Deungae truly was.
His martial art was so strange and unpredictable that she believed no inner energy technique could stand against it.
Thanks to him, the enemy would soon be thrown into chaos—an opportunity Mo Biyoung was waiting for.
“Violent Dragon Twin Swords, guard the Sect Leader.”
“Don’t worry. Show them your greatness, Instructor Mo. We all know how strong you've become.”
The group encouraged one another and prepared for battle.
Just as Mo Baek lowered his hand to give the signal to attack, Violent Dragon Twin Swords shouted,
"You sons of bitches! We’ll take the first strike!"
Shangguan Byeokin murmured with regret as he watched the Heavenly Central Sect warriors clash with the Homa Heavenly Corps.
“They should’ve just let it go… Now, the Heavenly Central Sect will be wiped from Murim.”
Ha Yanggyo responded,
"Brother Yong isn't that kind of man. Even if his martial arts were weaker before, his chivalry was second to none. He would never just let something like this slide."
Hearing his wife Ha Yanggyo defend Yong Biyang so staunchly, Shangguan Byeokin felt bile rise in his throat.
"Urgh!"
Shangguan Mijong looked at her father with pity in her eyes.
Even then, Ha Yanggyo’s gaze wasn’t on her husband who coughed up blood—but fixed squarely on Yong Biyang.
Shangguan Joyoung, too, couldn’t take his eyes off them, his voice trembling in disbelief.
“That can’t be!”
Shangguan Mijong turned from checking on her father to the battlefield at her younger sibling’s shocked cry.
The next moment, her eyes widened.
An astonishing scene unfolded.
Warriors of the Homa Heavenly Corps, who had looked like demons from hell, were helplessly collapsing under Jong Seok’s black energy.
And Mo Biyoung’s sword was so sharp it found the smallest gaps in the enemies' defense, piercing throats, foreheads, and chests with pinpoint precision.
That was how she had always wanted to fight—but hadn’t had the skill. Mo Biyoung was now bringing that dream to life.
Watching Mo Biyoung’s martial prowess, so far beyond her own, Shangguan Mijong trembled.
Until now, she had only considered Pang Cheollyeon of the Pang Clan and Jegal Cheongyeong of the Jaegal Clan as comparable peers in martial ability among women.
But Mo Biyoung was leagues beyond them.
“How… This makes no sense!”
Even Shangguan Byeokin, who had been coughing blood, was unable to maintain composure after seeing Yong Biyang’s martial prowess.
Yong Biyang fighting on equal footing with Zhao Qiansheng?!
It was a sight beyond even the wildest dream.
Ha Yanggyo was equally stunned.
Zhao Qiansheng was an expert who defeated entire families’ warriors with a single sword strike and even overwhelmed Shangguan Byeokin in under ten seconds.
She had believed that Zhao Qiansheng was simply humoring Yong Biyang to mock him.
But she realized it wasn’t the case when she heard Zhao Qiansheng shout,
“You…! I’ll kill you!”
Zhao Qiansheng no longer wore the same relaxed expression as when he fought others—his attacks were being blocked at every turn.
Even if Yong Biyang and Violent Dragon Twin Swords were attacking him together, Zhao Qiansheng had defeated ten Shangguan Clan warriors without breaking a sweat.
“Try it! You damn old mutt!”
When Namwook shouted, Zhao Qiansheng’s sword swung toward him.
The ultimate technique of the Initial Beam Sword was activated.
However, we had already reached the Time-Space Realm through the Clairvoyant Eye Technique, and could now perceive the flow of his sword art.
Taking advantage of that opening, Yong Biyang dashed forward like an arrow and swung his sword.
The Dragon Claw Descends from the Soaring Dragon Emperor Sword was unleashed.
As Zhao Qiansheng spun like lightning to block and transition to the offensive, Yong Biyang suddenly dropped low and struck with the Dragon Scale Finger Technique, slashing upward at his lower body.
“Urgh!”
Afraid his legs might be severed, Zhao Qiansheng leapt into the air.
In that instant, Violent Dragon Twin Swords launched the Severing the Tide and Dragon Mountain Collapse simultaneously in a fierce assault.
"You damn bastards!"
Frustrated by Violent Dragon Twin Swords persistently sticking to him like leeches, Zhao Qiansheng gathered his energy and lashed downward at the lower half without precision.
Seeing a blue energy rapidly condense, Yong Biyang shouted,
"It’s Nascent Qi! Counter it!"
At that moment, Yong Biyang and Violent Dragon Twin Swords unleashed all their internal energy to counter the Nascent Qi.
As their three forces resonated and merged, they reproduced a power equal to that of Nascent Qi.
Boom!
Zhao Qiansheng was blasted three jang into the air, landing far behind them. Meanwhile, Yong Biyang and Violent Dragon Twin Swords remained standing and turned to face where he landed.
Trickles of blood ran from the corners of all three mouths.
Seeing this, Zhao Qiansheng grinned with satisfaction.
"Ha ha ha ha! You withstood my Nascent Qi attack. I’m impressed. More than I expected. You’re several times stronger than those Shangguan Clan bastards—I can’t even begin to explain it!"
Hearing that, Shangguan Byeokin’s face twisted in agony.
Zhao Qiansheng had spoken without thinking, but his words cut Shangguan Byeokin like a knife—twice over.
As Zhao Qiansheng’s lips curled, he muttered,
"Well, I suppose the martial arts of that Yong Hwarin brat didn’t come from nowhere."
To his triumphant gloating, Yong Biyang responded,
“Why don’t you wipe that blood dripping from your nose before you brag?”
“Huh?”
Zhao Qiansheng reached up and wiped his nose.
When he saw the blood smeared on the back of his hand, his expression contorted with rage.
He had been struck hard enough by their Nascent Qi clash to not even feel the impact.
"You lowly worms!"
Zhao Qiansheng hurled his sword aside.
Until now, he had used the Initial Beam Sword of the Protectorate Council because he didn’t want to dirty his hands with blood—but now he would deal with them using his exclusive martial art: Wide Sun Palm.
He wouldn't be satisfied until he crushed them with his own two hands.
“You just made the biggest mistake of your lives.”
Yong Biyang retorted.
"My son once said the old dog from the Blood Demon Castle’s Protectorate Council talks too damn much during a fight. Looks like he was right."
Once again, Yong Biyang’s words scraped at Zhao Qiansheng’s nerves, causing his face to flush red.
In the midst of a grim and intense battle, Ha Yanggyo couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at Yong Biyang’s teasing.
It was a verbal exchange completely unfitting for such a dire situation.
Watching this, Shangguan Mijong commented from beside her.
"He’s just like his son, isn’t he? Young Master Yong also says things like that while fighting. Like father, like son."
To Ha Yanggyo, it felt like she was looking twenty years back in time, seeing the same Yong Biyang once more.
Though he didn’t possess great martial prowess, Yong Biyang had always been a true righteous hero.
That’s why even if he never earned a famed name, Ha Yanggyo had always acknowledged him as a man of chivalry.
At that moment, their line of sight was cut off as Mo Biyoung stepped in.
When the warriors of the Homa Heavenly Corps charged at her, Mo Biyoung had taken a step back to defend, unintentionally blocking their view.
The people of the Mount Song Ak Clan, Hongchangmun, and the Shangguan Clan stood slack-jawed as they watched a mere female martial artist from the Heavenly Central Sect go toe-to-toe with the monstrous warriors of the Blood Demon Castle who had been slicing them down with a single strike.
"That woman must be the one they’ve been calling Yongjung Ilhwa lately—Mo Biyoung. Truly worthy of her reputation."
"I can't understand how the Heavenly Central Sect has so many masters like this."
Elsewhere, warriors of the Homa Heavenly Corps were collapsing like leaves under Jong Seok’s dark energy. It almost looked staged.
His Poison Art, which snapped their swords like they were reeds, left them utterly speechless.
And then there was Deungae, whose massive frame seemed completely unrelated to martial arts—terrifying in its own right.
One of the Homa Heavenly Corps’ swords stabbed into Deungae’s chest.
But the blade only sank about an inch in—and wouldn’t come out.
While the attacker hesitated in confusion, Deungae’s palm shot out like lightning and struck the warrior’s head.
Thwack!
Just like a ripe watermelon bursting open, the skull vanished in an instant.
They were monsters slaying monsters.
Three entire clans had been nearly annihilated by the warriors of the Homa Heavenly Corps.
And these weren’t minor martial families—Mount Song Ak Clan and Hongchangmun held solid reputations in Murim, and the Shangguan Clan even called themselves one of the Murim Twelve Great Families.
The combined warriors of the three clans had numbered close to a hundred.
Even so, the warriors of the Homa Heavenly Corps were like a pack of wolves hunting sheep.
But the masters of the Heavenly Central Sect—they were like tigers hunting those wolves.
Mo Baek charged at Mo Biyoung, who was mercilessly cutting down his subordinates.
"You bitch! This is as far as you go!"
Mo Biyoung steadied herself against the lightning-fast attack.
This was a completely different level compared to everyone she had fought until now.
In an instant, ten breaths of exchange passed between them.
"Not bad!"
As he fought Mo Biyoung, Mo Baek suddenly recalled Yeon Mokseonja of the Emei Sect, a woman who had once fought him evenly despite her female body.
She had pushed him into danger and tension. Though he ultimately decapitated her, she was the first woman he’d ever thought might kill him.
Now, this young woman was giving him that same feeling.
Mo Baek watched the girl, whose momentum was rising sharply.
She was beautiful and noble in appearance—too worthy to kill, he suddenly thought.
And then, something about her face stirred a sense of familiarity.
A memory flickered across his mind.
‘No way…’
Mo Baek blurted out the question, flustered without realizing it.
"Is your father’s name by any chance Mo Yung?"
Just as Mo Biyoung had gathered her resolve and was drawing in her energy to face the Homa Heavenly Corps leader with the intent to die, her expression twitched at the sudden mention of her father's name.
"How do you know my father?"
Unlike others, Mo Biyoung was the type to exchange as few words as possible with enemies she fought.
It made it easier to kill them.
That was why she always found it disgraceful when the Small Sect Leader would prattle on to provoke his opponent.
Yet here she was, speaking to her enemy.
Because it was the first time in twenty-five years she had heard her father’s name.