Sword God Reborn

Chapter 191 : I am

"You dog-like bastard!"

Kwaang!

The Poison Demon's face flushed red. As he stomped on the pavilion fiercely, the ground vibrated violently as if an earthquake had occurred.

As if to prove his usually gloomy and persistent personality, he was cold-headed in all matters.

Even during the Righteous-Demonic War, he had rarely shown a hasty side.

But even the great Poison Demon could not suppress his passion at this moment.

"This bastard is playing with me?"

His bloodshot pupils scanned the surroundings.

A continuation of the same scene.

Even if he moved immediately after hearing the whistle, he could not even see the guy's back.

No matter how fast he moved, no matter how quickly he reacted.

The guy had already hunted the demon and had disappeared leisurely.

It was a complete mockery.

"He's thoroughly avoiding me. And he's killing all the other demons one by one!"

The Poison Demon did not even know how many were left.

Only one thing was certain.

Beep!

"...If I don't hear that whistle anymore, it means I'm the only one left."

For such a sorrowful statement to come out of the Poison Demon's mouth, the situation was serious.

Heaven's Net and Earth's Net?

That kind of thing had already been torn apart long ago.

"It's like the call of the grim reaper."

Every time the whistle blew, even the Poison Demon felt this way.

What would the other demons be feeling?

"He is a truly terrible and vicious guy!"

The Poison Demon clicked his tongue and stomped on the innocent ground.

He was a terrible and smart guy.

Martial artists did not just fight by swinging their swords recklessly.

Even while fighting, various conversations came and went.

They used low-level insults to shake the enemy without hesitation. They would do anything to shake the opponent in a life-and-death battle.

It was a natural principle that if one was psychologically shaken, the tip of one's sword would shake.

But the guy was instilling a psychological pressure on all the demons gathered here with just one whistle.

Making them unable to do anything, as if they had become helpless prey.

At the terrible intention, the Poison Demon had no choice but to admit.

"He's strong. Beyond simple martial prowess, he's a purely strong guy."

He was a clever guy who even had cunning. Where on earth had a guy like this appeared from?

And when he had reached a certain point, the Poison Demon let out a hollow laugh.

"In the end..."

The whistle that had been heard at regular intervals was no longer heard.

A frighteningly eerie silence descended on the mountain.

A man appeared in front of him.

The Poison Demon's eyebrows twitched as Cheon Mubaeck's pure white face was revealed.

The upper echelons of the Blood Demon Valley had grasped the personal details of the main adversaries to some extent.

Of course, the portraits drawn of their faces were also the same.

There was no way he would not recognize who it was.

"Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero..."

Cheon Mubaeck smiled. It was a pure white smile that contrasted with his body, which was soaked in blood.

"Now it's the last one, right?"

* * *

There were no greetings, introductions, or conversations.

The Poison Demon extended his left hand.

Kwaaaaaaang!

In an instant, a haze arose in the surroundings. The atmosphere was compressed and torn.

The overwhelming sword qi contained in his fist momentarily created a vacuum in the vicinity.

It was a genuine sword qi that Cheon Mubaeck had never encountered before in this life. A power that even the fifth and sixth stars he had faced at Mount Hua had not shown.

And yet, a smile appeared on Cheon Mubaeck's lips as he faced it.

It was an expression that was rather joyful, as if he could not hold it back.

Cheon Mubaeck of then and now were different.

A pure white flash flickered behind Cheon Mubaeck's head.

"...!"

The intensely emitted sword qi was engulfed in the flash in an instant. Both of them were surprised.

Cheon Mubaeck's eyes widened at the shock that was transmitted to his dantian as the surface of the Ghostly Cry Bright Love rippled like a wave.

But compared to the Poison Demon's surprise, Cheon Mubaeck's surprise was not great at all.

"You, you bastard! This is...!"

Why on earth was this appearing here?

An absolute wall that no one could penetrate once it was unfolded.

"Ghostly Cry Bright Love!"

The Poison Demon let out a scream-like roar.

But apart from his surprise, the Poison Demon's actions did not stop and continued.

It was a keen judgment. He had realized that the moment he stopped, it would be irreversible.

"So the successor of the Azure Sky Sword God was in the Central Plains!"

The Poison Demon poured out a fist wind without hesitation. It was not an ordinary fist wind. The powerful sword qi could turn the opponent into a handful of blood. And what was contained in it was a terrible, extreme poison.

It was an acid poison that would melt flesh and bone upon contact.

Kwaang! Kwaaaaang!

The problem was that even those could not penetrate the huge wall called the Ghostly Cry Bright Love.

Of course, it was not completely useless. Because Cheon Mubaeck also had to do his best to support the Ghostly Cry Bright Love against the continuous shocks.

'He is a descendant of the Azure Sky Sword God. I can't let him attack!'

The back of the Poison Demon's neck became cold.

The strongest of all time, who had always made him run away with his tail between his legs whenever they had met.

Although the Ghostly Cry Bright Love was a protective qi that represented the Azure Sky Sword God, what the Poison Demon was truly afraid of was the sword that flashed beyond that protective qi.

'It is the number one sword in the world. If that sword is swung, it cannot be blocked.'

Sweat formed on the Poison Demon's face. The opponent was not the Azure Sky Sword God. He was just a descendant of the Azure Sky Sword God. Considering his age, he would not have even come close to the fame and martial arts of the Azure Sky Sword God.

So even if Cheon Mubaeck swung his sword, it would not be a power that he could not handle, like in the time of the Azure Sky Sword God. There was no way the Poison Demon would not know that fact. But knowing and the body's reaction were different problems. The Poison Demon reacted extremely sensitively, as if he were a person being chased.

'No. He can't swing his sword. I have to kill him before that. No, if that's not possible, I have to run away.'

It was fear and dread.

The fear of a person who had witnessed the time when the Azure Sky Sword God was most active.

As an enemy, the terrible helplessness he had felt when countless of his allies had died without even being able to lift a hand.

Those were engraved in his bones, in his soul.

That was why, paradoxically, the Poison Demon had put his all into it. He had drawn out all the power he could. He had squeezed and squeezed his dantian.

He had poured out all the extreme poison that he could use.

Was it an explosion of potential created by an extreme sense of crisis?

The Ghostly Cry Bright Love shook at the overwhelming attack that was pouring out mercilessly.

A ripple occurred in the thick, pure white flash. A crack appeared.

The moment he discovered the crack, joy appeared on the Poison Demon's face.

"It's the end!"

The fist qi filled with poison dug into the crack.

The Poison Demon could not hold it back and let out a roar. A crack. The steel wall that had never been broken was breaking.

The wall that had given him so much humiliation and misery during the Righteous-Demonic War.

Jjeo-eooooook!

Beyond the breaking, tearing, and scattering flash. Cheon Mubaeck's indifferent face was seen.

'I'll kill him here. If he's a descendant of the Azure Sky Sword God, I must, here. For sure!'

With terrible desperation, the Poison Demon poured out all his strength.

The moment the fist qi broke the Ghostly Cry Bright Love and poured onto Cheon Mubaeck's face.

Jjeo-eong!

Cheon Mubaeck's sword emitted a pure white light and blocked it.

"Not a chance!"

The Poison Demon laughed.

Because the pure white sword qi was also swept away by the Poison Demon's fist qi and scattered like smoke. Because he had poured all his strength into the Ghostly Cry Bright Love, the emitted sword qi was not enough to block the Poison Demon's all-out attack.

That was right. Cheon Mubaeck could not block the Poison Demon.

But that did not mean defeat.

If he could not block it.

"I can just dodge it. You bastard."

"...!"

In an instant, Cheon Mubaeck's figure blurred.

And below his gaze, a sword was drawn from a blind spot that he had not seen.

At a glance, it was just a broken sword that was nothing more than a piece of junk.

But the Poison Demon truly felt goosebumps all over his body. An extreme sense of crisis soared and sent a crazy warning to his mind.

Ung, ung, ung, ung.

A sword cry.

The sword cried.

The Poison Demon knew that cry. The cry of a sword that he had heard after forty years, no, a little more than that.

The cry of the Azure Sky Sword God's sword, which was familiar and therefore frightening.

"Ah..."

A sword dug into his dantian. The poison qi that had been created around the Poison Demon was pierced through in one go, as if it were too obvious, all the way to his dantian.

Jjeo-eooooong!

The Poison Demon's body collapsed.

* * *

The Poison Demon sat down.

His dantian was broken, and the internal energy he had accumulated over a lifetime was disappearing like a handful of dust.

The Poison Demon's gaze, which was looking down at the broken sword embedded in his abdomen, trembled.

It was over.

The opponent was a descendant of the Azure Sky Sword God. That fact itself was the end.

The only great enemy that blocked the Demonic Path's world.

Perhaps it was a result that had been decided from the beginning.

'A decided result?'

Why on earth?

Why was it a decided ending that the Demonic Path would be defeated?

The Poison Demon's eyes were bloodshot. The blood vessels burst and blood spread.

What poured out of his mouth was a desperate cry like a poison-filled curse mixed with countless resentments and grudges.

"Why on earth! Why on earth does the sky not allow a Demonic Path world!"

He had not expected an answer. The Poison Demon looked back and forth between Cheon Mubaeck and the sky and shouted like a madman.

Cheon Mubaeck was silent.

"For hundreds of years, no, since the Demonic Path began in the martial world. The sky has allowed an Orthodox Path world, but it has not allowed a Demonic Path world. It's because of guys like you!"

Just like Cheon Mubaeck now, someone had blocked the decisive path of the Demonic Path.

"There was always an obstacle."

"An obstacle?"

"The Sword Demon! A person who, despite not having the blood of the Demonic Path, had established the Sword Sect and had become the leader of a new Seven Sects of the Demonic Path! That person killed the Heavenly Demon. If the Sword Demon had killed the Heavenly Demon and had become the Heavenly Demon himself and had invaded the martial world, a Demonic Path world would have opened then! But that guy didn't do that. Thanks to that, the Demonic Path lost its power and hid."

"..."

"What about the Shandong Sword Hero, Wi Cheon-ak! He cut off all the bloodlines of the Demonic Path that were secretly active in the martial world from Shandong!"

The Poison Demon coughed up blood and laughed like a madman. It was a sorrowful laugh that was truly pitiful.

"Right! There was also that dirty Dark Heaven Sword Emperor. Hehehe! This bastard, he was a bastard of the world. He had been hiding in the Demonic Cult for decades, and when the invasion of the martial world was just around the corner, he killed all the elders of the Demonic Path without leaving a single one. He was truly the Dark Heaven Sword Emperor..."

The Poison Demon laughed sorrowfully. His words gradually faded. His vitality disappeared. The fact that his dantian was broken and his internal energy was disappearing meant that the aging that he had been forcibly suppressing, death, was rapidly approaching.

The Poison Demon's skin dried up like a piece of wood.

"But decades ago, we took a step forward. We thought it would work now. All the Seven Sects of the Demonic Path, except for the disappeared Sword Sect, had joined forces. The reason why that was possible was because the number one Heavenly Demon of all time, who encompassed everything, had appeared."

The number one Heavenly Demon of all time.

The strongest among the successive Heavenly Demons.

Everyone believed so without a doubt.

"We really thought it would work. We thought a Demonic Path world was coming. But it wasn't. The sky once again sent down a person and blocked the Demonic Path world."

The only absolute being who had blocked the Demonic Path.

"No, the sky must have come down and blocked it itself. That was not a person, but a disaster."

"..."

"The Azure Sky Sword God."

The Poison Demon trembled. Was it the fear of approaching death, or was it the fear from the memory of that time?

Perhaps Cheon Mubaeck thought it was the latter.

"And now, after the Azure Sky Sword God has ascended to immortality. We found a chance. Although his disciple, the Sword Saint, is blocking us, it's a matter of time. We thought so. But... this time, you have come out again."

The Poison Demon's eyes flashed. It was an eerie light that was not to be seen in an old man on the verge of death.

"Why on earth? Why does a genius who fights for the worthless justice that you guys talk about always appear in the Orthodox Path?"

Cheon Mubaeck had not answered a single time until now and had just been listening silently. But at that question, Cheon Mubaeck felt a strange twist in his heart.

"Do you still think I fight for justice?"

The Poison Demon closed his mouth firmly for a moment.

A voice that was neither high nor low, with no emotion.

But the incomprehensible whirlwind of emotions that was felt there was suffocating.

"You guys dreaming of a unified martial world? Do I want such things? That worthless Demonic Path world? That worthless number one in the world? I don't want to know such things. I'm not even curious."

At those words, the Poison Demon shouted as if in a fit.

"Why are you blocking us! I'll tell you. Come to the path of the Demonic Path! If it's not justice, let's be with the Demonic Path. We can do everything you want. The Demonic Path has that much power."

"You still don't know what I want."

Suddenly, Cheon Mubaeck burst into laughter. It was a truly refreshing laugh. The Poison Demon could not say anything. What was felt in the laughter was a terrible pressure that he could not handle.

Something that could not come from a person, something that was crushing.

It was not a laugh that contained the flow of a mere lifetime. It was not a laugh that had accumulated only a few decades of experience. Hundreds, or perhaps thousands of years.

Would that much weight of time become that much pressure? The Poison Demon's face turned pale.

Cheon Mubaeck, who had been laughing with his head thrown back for a long time, stopped abruptly. And he lowered his head and looked down at the Poison Demon.

What appeared in his cool gaze and cold expression was disgust and ridicule.

"You are truly young, and you are consumed by blindness and ignorance. To be buried in that worthless Demonic Path world."

The Poison Demon could not refute. He could not say anything. The following gaze of Cheon Mubaeck was truly intense and as hot as the sun.

"I have never forgotten the reason for the life I have lived. Even at the moment of dying, and dying again, and dying again."

It was an incomprehensible statement.

"I do not wish for the number one in the world, the number one of all time, ascension to immortality, or any of those things."

It was an even more incomprehensible statement.

"What I wish for is death!"

But there was no lie.

"To end this terrible fate, I will do anything. If the Demonic Path world that you guys dream of stands in my way, I will cut it all down, and cut it again. The word 'give up' has already disappeared from my mind."

At the terrible and violent declaration, the Poison Demon was suffocated. His whole body trembled. The cold sweat that had soaked his back became cold and froze his whole body.

"I do not lose the meaning that has been passed down in my successive lives. There is only one. To erase everything that obstructs and blocks me from achieving my will! In this life, it is you guys."

Indifference.

But if one looked closely, one could see. An intense anger and pressure were hidden in his expression.

Cheon Mubaeck's slow words resounded like thunder.

"I am Cheon Mubaeck."

And.

"I was the Dark Heaven Sword Emperor, and the Shandong Sword Hero! I was the Sword King, and the Sword Demon! I opened the martial world as the Three Talents Sword Saint. And!"

The Poison Demon just stared, frozen like a stone. He could only stare blankly at Cheon Mubaeck's opening mouth.

He wished his mouth would not open. He did not want to hear the truth. He was afraid. Because he was afraid that the words that would come out of that mouth would be his terrible prediction.

Reality was cruel.

"I am the Azure Sky Sword God."

The Poison Demon could not say anything. Cheon Mubaeck's indifferent gaze became a blade and poured down on the Poison Demon.

"So I was the number one in the world in all my lives, and I will always be the supreme being."

Silence, and a declaration.

"I am the number one of all time."

A cold blade covered the Poison Demon.

"I am Cheon Mubaeck."

(End of Chapter)