Sword God Reborn

Chapter 149 : Write it down. It's a death list.

One-hit kill.

No, perhaps it was a two-hit kill.

The powerful attack poured into the Eight Flying Daggers was the first hit.

But Biryang, just in case, had prepared a final move, a second hit.

It was the right decision.

'He's an enormous guy. I have to kill this guy now. The more time passes, the more the main valley will have to mobilize all its forces to stop him!'

The second hit that aimed for the brief moment of breath after the Eight Flying Daggers were flicked away.

At the powerful wave of qi, Cheon Mubaeck flew back as if a thunderbolt had exploded.

Since he had poured out his sword qi as it was, his upper body must have been completely torn off.

Only then did he feel the tense, sharp sensation that had been on edge subside.

Biryang sheathed his sword and sighed inwardly.

But it was then.

Tat.

"...!"

Cheon Mubaeck, who had flown far away, breaking the wall, stepped through the collapsed wall.

Biryang's blank gaze followed Cheon Mubaeck's movements.

A pure white light like a flash of lightning on Cheon Mubaeck's chest.

Beyond the light, Cheon Mubaeck had only narrowed his brows, and he was not even scratched.

The pure white light on his chest soon spread like a halo and enveloped Cheon Mubaeck's entire body like a curtain.

Biryang's pupils trembled madly.

The content that Neung-heo had confessed just before flashed through his mind like a thunderbolt.

'A descendant of the Azure Sky Sword God...'

Such a story had been circulating within the Blood Demon Valley.

That he had been seen using the Azure Sky Sword God's unique martial arts, the Ghost Valley's Vast Love and the Heaven and Earth Eagle Step.

But Biryang had dismissed such claims. The Sword Saint was not in the Central Plains, and he had not raised any disciples, so how could a guy not even twenty have inherited the will of the Azure Sky Sword God?

So he had thought that what Neung-heo had confessed was also a word to confuse him and prevent him from making a proper judgment.

Biryang's face hardened.

"Ghost Valley's Vast Love..."

Yes, that was it.

If it was that, then there was no choice but to block the blow that he had poured out with all his strength.

Countless attacks.

Hadn't all the attacks poured out by the legendary beings of the Demonic Cult been blocked by that light?

"As expected, I can tell by your hands. You were a swordsman."

It was an attack that sent a chill down even Cheon Mubaeck's spine.

An unexpected sword that dug into the minute gap between breaths and the connection of moves, right after he had struck away the Eight Flying Daggers.

He would have thought that Biryang was a martial artist who used flying dagger techniques, but a sword strike that overturned that judgment.

If Cheon Mubaeck hadn't guessed that it was the hand that held the sword by looking at the muscles in Biryang's hand.

Cheon Mubaeck would have suffered a rather fatal wound before he could even use the Ghost Valley's Vast Love.

Biryang, who realized what had happened from Cheon Mubaeck's muttering, felt his vision turn dark for a moment.

'Even in the moment of frantically striking away the flying daggers, he saw the muscles in my hand?'

Could a person do that?

It wasn't just one flying dagger, but eight. It was no different from dealing with eight peak warriors at the same time. And in the midst of that, he had observed his hand and had expected it?

Biryang felt an unfamiliar emotion welling up.

Biryang's pupils trembled as he soon realized what that emotion was.

'Am I afraid? This Biryang? The Eight Flying Daggers Swordsman, this Biryang?'

Biryang tried to deny that emotion.

But the moment Cheon Mubaeck drew his sword and took a step forward, fear welled up again.

Cheon Mubaeck smiled deeply.

"I will also fight with all my strength."

Biryang might have had to be proud of himself for hearing such words from Cheon Mubaeck.

Because Cheon Mubaeck had never fought with such words before.

Cheon Mubaeck's entire body vibrated as if in resonance.

Biryang bit his lip until it bled and scraped together all the internal energy left in his dantian. The internal qi that ran so violently that it felt as if his qi meridians and eight vessels would tear. In fact, the internal qi that had been accumulated in his dantian for a long time had become a part of his body. The brain and the heart considered the internal qi a part of the body.

But what would happen if all that internal qi was released at once?

An extreme pain as if a part of the body was disappearing was transmitted throughout his body.

Even while falling into such a state, Biryang put his energy into his sword.

At the same time, the sword stretched out straight.

A great force was loaded onto the swift speed like an arrow that had left the bow.

Kwaaaaaang!

A vortex swirled around the sword with a loud explosion. The wood on the floor was torn up with a cracking sound, and an enormous wind pressure was transmitted.

A powerful force that could crush a person with just the wind pressure.

Cheon Mubaeck honestly admitted it at that point.

'I think I've seen this guy during the Righteous-Demonic War.'

He seemed to have seen him at a glance. A strange guy who had been slaughtering the warriors of the Orthodox Faction, and then, when the Azure Sky Sword God appeared, had immediately thrown his flying daggers and had run away.

Even then, he was at the top of the peak, and now, after time had passed, he was an absolute master who had reached the perfect realm of entering the divine.

Cheon Mubaeck shook off all the miscellaneous thoughts in his head.

He had planned to take him hostage and dig up this and that, if possible.

Unfortunately, it was not an easy task.

'I'll kill him.'

Killing intent was put into the sword.

The purest and most demonic essence that a sword possessed was put into it.

The moment the sword reached its most essential.

What bloomed from Cheon Mubaeck's sword was the Heaven's Concealment Sword Art.

Everything was put into that sword.

His entire body vibrated.

Ungungungungungungung!

The upper dantian opened, and the Heaven-Shaking Soul Art spewed out the anti-demonic energy.

Pseuseuseuseu!

The lower dantian opened wide, and the supreme yin energy that had been coiling up raised its head and ran through the qi meridians and eight vessels.

And.

Ukshin.

The pure white thread of immortal energy that connected from the center of his heart shone brightly and connected the upper dantian and the lower dantian.

The anti-demonic qi of the Heaven-Shaking Soul Art and the supreme yin energy of the Ice Soul Divine Art met carefully, and at the same time, ran towards Cheon Mubaeck's both hands.

Joy was contained in Cheon Mubaeck's two eyes.

Explode, explode.

He beat and beat his entire body, and pushed out all his energy to the limit.

Cheon Mubaeck's eyes flashed.

He rather ran forward, looking at Biryang's sword that was swirling with sword qi.

Neung-heo, who was watching the overwhelming fight, was at a loss for words and was astonished.

Because Cheon Mubaeck's appearance was like he was rushing towards the sword.

And yet, strangely, Neung-heo did not feel a sense of crisis in his head.

Was it because there was not a single hesitation in Cheon Mubaeck's appearance as he rushed towards the sword?

Even in the moment when the storm of sword qi that would tear apart everything it touched enveloped Cheon Mubaeck.

Neung-heo did not think for a single moment that Cheon Mubaeck would die.

'Geez, he fights so damn well.'

To the point where he had such a calm thought.

Because Cheon Mubaeck's face was also calm.

Kwajik!

"...!"

Biryang's two eyes widened as if they would tear. He had poured out all his energy. It was the sword qi that he had poured out without leaving a single bit of the internal energy he had gathered for seventy years.

But all that sword qi...

'It's blocked.'

It was blocked by that pure white Ghost Valley's Vast Love.

The number one protective sword qi in the world.

He felt its fame.

Unfortunately, the admiration was late. Cheon Mubaeck's sword, filled with anti-demonic energy, pierced his chest.

A sword that contained the concept of penetration.

At the penetrating power that pierced through everything, Biryang's protective sword qi shattered in vain. He vomited blood at Cheon Mubaeck's sword that was embedded, tearing his dantian.

But even in that moment, Biryang staggered and rushed at Cheon Mubaeck's body.

'I'll kill him. I have to kill him. I have to!'

Even while dying, he had intended to at least take him down with him.

But his body was stuck to the ground as if it were nailed. He had to move his legs. He had to move and throw his body, and rush at Cheon Mubaeck.

It didn't move. As if it were frozen.

'Frozen?'

His lower body, which had no sensation from some point.

Biryang's gaze slowly went down.

In the end, he could not even let out a cry of astonishment and just smiled in vain.

Literally, his two legs were frozen and stuck to the ground.

The moment he saw the pure white supreme yin energy rising from Cheon Mubaeck's left hand, he could tell what had happened.

"To carry the anti-demonic energy in the sword, and to carry the supreme yin energy in the hand. Has there ever been such a thing since the martial world opened?"

"There hasn't."

Cheon Mubaeck said calmly.

"It was a pretty good skill and a good martial art. But the fact that you did not reach the extreme of demonic arts is the only reason for your defeat."

Listening to Cheon Mubaeck's calm words, Biryang slowly closed his eyes.

He had lost because he had not reached the extreme of demonic arts.

If you thought about it the other way, it meant that only by reaching the realm of extreme demonic arts could you defeat Cheon Mubaeck.

It meant that only the Heavenly Demon could be his opponent.

'Truly... how arrogant.'

Biryang's body fell.

* * *

Cheon Mubaeck calmly approached Neung-heo, who was sitting in a chair.

"What, did you eat all the elixirs in Wudang? Why did you appear as a monster?"

"Neung-heo, how come you're fine? I ran like crazy, thinking you might be tortured."

"Oh, that's touching."

"Don't change the subject."

"I spilled everything before I was tortured."

"Spilled everything?"

"I told them everything about the Lord."

"Wow... you bastard's mouth is really light."

"No. If I'm tortured, I won't be able to help the Lord with his work in the future, and my body will only be damaged. It's obvious that the Lord will come and kill this guy anyway, so it doesn't matter if they know, does it?"

Well, he wasn't wrong.

Cheon Mubaeck felt his sharp senses calm down at the strangely sprouting emotion.

Cheon Mubaeck looked around. His gaze went to the general manager, Jang, who was at a loss.

"Hey."

"...Yes."

The leadership that was like the sky.

One of the five absolute masters in the Blood Demon Valley had died.

Having witnessed that death, the general manager, Jang, felt all his motivation disappear.

It was engraved in his bones that he could not defeat Cheon Mubaeck no matter what he did now.

"You, tell the guys who went to Wudang right now to all come."

"...What?"

"Didn't you hear? Send a message, whether by setting off a signal flare or something. Like, a signal saying, 'This place is in danger, please save us!'"

"..."

That was not all.

"Hmm. If it's not a signal flare, then prepare everything you can, whether it's a carrier pigeon or a messenger."

"Wudang is close, so they will come right away if they see the signal flare."

The general manager, Jang, answered with extreme politeness without realizing it. It seemed there was a reason he had been kept alive. The general manager, Jang, felt that faint hope, and a desire to live suddenly welled up.

"No, where would there be a signal flare that the entire Hubei Province can see?"

"The entire Hubei Province?"

"There's no way the Blood Demon Valley's base in Hubei Province is just this one mountain manor."

"...!"

"How many are there?"

"Th-that is... the number spread throughout Hubei Province is over five hundred."

"And a guy like the old man who used the flying daggers who died here?"

"The only one who can match him is the Six Stars elder who is in Wudang."

"Six Stars? These bastards. They're just demons, but they're putting stars in front of their names, what the hell."

Cheon Mubaeck let out a laugh and said.

"Then there's nothing special. Send a message so that all five hundred of them can see it."

"What?"

"Send a message saying, 'This place is in danger, please come and save us.' So that everyone can come."

"...!"

The general manager, Jang, lost his words and looked at Cheon Mubaeck. If he had understood Cheon Mubaeck's meaning correctly...

Neung-heo, who was next to him, also understood the meaning and shouted with a pale face.

"No, Lord. Why are you gathering those five hundred people? Don't tell me...?"

Cheon Mubaeck burst into laughter.

"Isn't this great? I don't have to go looking for them, and they're rushing to take my life!"

The general manager, Jang, couldn't even answer and closed his mouth.

The five hundred members of the Blood Demon Valley spread throughout Hubei Province.

To gather all of them meant.

To kill every single one of them here.

In an instant, a terrible fear rose up to his chin. Cheon Mubaeck took out a brush and paper from somewhere and handed it to him.

"Write it down."

"Wh-what?"

"All the martial artists of the Blood Demon Valley you know."

"...!"

Cheon Mubaeck's voice was low and deep.

"The monikers and names of the guys you guys call with stars like Five Stars, Six Stars, the martial arts they've learned, and their characteristics. Write down everything you know. No, even the guys who are hiding their identities and are active in the martial world. If they belong to the Blood Demon Valley, write them all down. The more you write, the higher the probability that you will survive."

Why was he writing that?

Why was that list necessary?

The general manager, Jang's, face turned pale.

"Write it down. The death list."

A pure white smile drew an arc in the darkness.

(End of Chapter)