Sword God Reborn

Chapter 232 : I have to catch that bastard

A great shock struck the crowd.

The name Sword Demon had been attached to quite a few people until now.

Because there were plenty of demons who had reached a certain realm with the sword.

But there was only one who had the name Heaven-Shattering  attached.

"Heaven-Shattering  Sword Demon..."

A trembling voice escaped from between his lips.

The founder of the Sword Sect, and its eternal and immortal leader, the Heaven-Shattering  Sword Demon.

The meaning contained in Heaven-Shattering  was great.

Literally, to shatter the heavens.

'The only figure of the Demonic Path who killed the heavens of the Demonic Path.'

The Sword Demon had killed the Heavenly Demon. He had miserably crushed and shattered the heavens that the demons could not dare to resist.

A clear footprint of how miserable the situation was at that time was left in the history of the Demonic Path.

'The Heavenly Demon had begged for his life.'

The worst humiliation left in history was a kind of yoke.

The other sects, excluding the Sword Sect, especially one of them.

The true demon of the Seven Demonic Sects, which had continuously produced Heavenly Demons until now.

The history of humiliation that the Demon Sect, which had existed as the only sect since the seeds of the Demonic Path had sprouted, wanted to erase so much.

The anecdote that the Heavenly Demon had crawled on the floor, begging for his life, was a clear truth.

How could it be that even after hundreds of years had passed, they could not forget the grudge of that time and all the demons of the Sword Sect had become traitors?

That was the meaning of Heaven-Shattering .

To shatter the heavens of the Demonic Path.

But the Incense Masters saw the meaning of Heaven-Shattering  clearly in a place they had never expected.

The one who called himself the Heaven-Shattering  of this era.

A truly arrogant and haughty person.

'I will kill the Heavenly Demon.'

Who on earth would set such a formidable goal? Who would dare to make such a declaration?

The killing of the Heavenly Demon, which even the Azure Sky Sword God, who was called the strongest in all of history 40 years ago, had failed to do.

If he had really set such a goal and was relentlessly striving forward.

'He would be the one most suited to the name Heaven-Shattering .'

Jak San firmly closed his mouth.

His wavering gaze fell on Cheon Mubaeck in front of him.

He was not the Sword Demon.

He was not a demon of the Sword Sect.

But Jak San suddenly imagined Cheon Mubaeck sitting proudly on the empty seat of the leader of the Sword Sect.

A chivalrous hero of the Orthodox Path, whose martial arts were on a completely different track.

A star shining brilliantly in the martial world.

It wasn't just Jak San who was deeply impressed by him, who was discussing the Heaven-Shattering  of the current era.

Everyone in the crowd sympathized.

The Sword Sect was also a pillar of the Demonic Path.

In the world of the strong respecting the strong, a feeling of deep admiration for Cheon Mubaeck, who displayed an untouchable martial power and confidence, sprouted.

Jak San, as if he had made up his mind, knelt down and took a fist and palm salute.

"Jak San, the Incense Master of the Sword Sect, will follow your will."

That was the beginning.

The others also knelt down one by one and took the same fist and palm salute.

Cheon Mubaeck looked around at them and said.

"Fortunately, there are no more spies of the Blood Demon Valley among you."

The Incense Masters, who had virtually declared their surrender, flinched.

Their gazes all fell on one place.

The Incense Masters swallowed a groan.

The corpse of the spy wearing Ducheon's human-skin mask.

"The Dark Sect..."

Jak San let out a groan.

The Dark Sect.

The most troublesome opponent among the Seven Demonic Sects. Those who were skilled in all sorts of schemes and slander, and who had in fact been at the forefront of persecuting the Sword Sect.

"They didn't trust us."

Seomun Jeok's voice was unusually subdued.

It was shocking. To think that he had hidden himself wearing Ducheon's human-skin mask.

Because that human-skin mask ultimately meant that Ducheon had been killed.

"If we hadn't joined hands with the Blood Demon Valley, they would have tried to kill us all."

"That's right. Since the Sword Sect, which had been fleeing here and there, had all gathered, they must have thought they could wipe us out in one place."

"Right. If we had accepted, we would have become cannon fodder to fight the Orthodox Path, and if we had refused, they would have intended to uproot us at this gathering."

"Wait. Uproot us?"

Jak San's voice rose. Seomun Jeok tilted his head.

"Why are you so surprised? Senior Brother Jak. You all know that the Dark Sect bastards are like snakes. These guys would not hesitate to kill us all if things went wrong."

"No, think about it, Junior Brother Seomun! Could a single man wearing Ducheon's human-skin mask have killed us all?"

"Of course, that's impossible. You're no slouch yourself, and I... huh?"

Only then did Seomun Jeok, who had discovered something strange, make a bewildered expression.

If they had intended to wipe them all out if things went wrong, there was no way there would have been only one man disguised as Ducheon.

Because the possibility of one person defeating the remaining eight was nil.

That meant...

Jak San shouted with a desperate face.

"We were followed!"

The complexions of the Incense Masters, who had understood the meaning of Jak San's words, turned pale.

What was their current state?

They had exhausted all their energy fighting against Cheon Mubaeck.

If they were attacked in this state, they would be defeated without a doubt.

A fierce sense of crisis circulated among the Incense Masters. But a low voice rang out through it.

"It's already been taken care of."

It was a heavy voice.

It was a voice that had brought them astonishment and fear until now, but for some reason, it now felt strangely reassuring.

"What do you mean by that?"

"It's already been taken care of. The rats that were following us."

"......!"

The Incense Masters exchanged glances with surprised expressions.

Cheon Mubaeck's attitude and tone were too calm. A tone as if he had expected it, as if he had been waiting for it.

The expression and words, as if he had taken care of a natural thing, instantly resolved the sense of crisis that had felt so urgent.

"You mean you just took care of it..."

"Ah! The three warriors who were guarding the outside!"

"Aah!"

Cheon Mubaeck chuckled as he looked at the crowd that was exclaiming in admiration.

In fact, Cheon Mubaeck had expected it to some extent.

'If the main force of the Blood Demon Valley is the Dark Sect, then their actions are predictable.'

To them, the Sword Sect was a chicken rib.

It was awkward to have them as allies. Even among the other sects, the relationships were not good and conflicts often arose, so how would it be with the Sword Sect, which was branded as a traitor?

But it was a force that was too precious to just leave alone. Although it was a shrunken force, it was once a giant force that had swept through the Demonic Path. The foundation doesn't go anywhere.

'So they would have tried to solve it. If they became allies, they would be pushed out as cannon fodder, and if they refused, they would have intended to get rid of the guys who were already troublesome anyway.'

One does not leave an enemy behind before a big fight.

It was a basic strategy.

The Dark Sect was capable of thinking that much.

'I thought so myself.'

Cheon Mubaeck's cold gaze swept over the crowd.

The bodies of the Incense Masters who were watching trembled.

In fact, Cheon Mubaeck had also thought of killing them all if things went wrong.

If they were to go over to the Blood Demon Valley right now, it would be a waste of Cheon Mubaeck's efforts to shrink the Blood Demon Valley's forces by traveling the martial world.

So he had harbored a plan to eliminate them all when they were gathered.

Of course, it was a secondary plan.

The best plan was to make them Cheon Mubaeck's allies.

'To do that...'

He had to provide a definite fruit.

Although he had said he would provide them with the identity of a complete and only Demonic Path, that was not something that would be greatly felt right away.

'I'll have to make them completely my forces.'

Cheon Mubaeck, who had thought of a way to win over their hearts, decided to solve it gradually and first solved the matter at hand.

Anyway, Cheon Mubaeck had arranged this meeting with a meticulous calculation.

"I hope that Neung-heo fellow has left one or two of them alive."

Cheon Mubaeck muttered so and opened the door, going outside.

"Heo..."

"Th-this...!"

As he opened the door, everyone let out a groan at the smell of blood that hit their noses and the gruesome sight that was hard to look at.

Corpses were scattered on the floor.

A groan naturally escaped at the traces of demonic arts felt from the corpses, all of which were wearing masks.

Jang No and Jak San exchanged glances and sighed.

The two most skilled members of the Sword Sect could feel it keenly.

"The Dark Sect."

"It's them."

The faint traces of demonic arts that remained.

It was undoubtedly the demonic arts of the Dark Sect. Surprise spread over their hardened expressions.

The experienced Jak San swallowed a groan as he looked at the wounds left on the corpses.

'Fatal wounds.'

The wounds left on the corpses were all fatal.

Deep and precise sword wounds were left in places where one could lose their life with a single blow.

But the traces were all different.

Some had a faint scent of plum blossoms, some were perfect stabs that had penetrated deeply, and others were clean cuts from a sword strike.

Jak San looked at the three blood-soaked men with trembling eyes.

Among them, the one-eyed warrior walked out and reported.

It was Neung-heo.

"I've taken care of all the bastards who were hiding and watching."

"Did you kill them all?"

The corner of Cheon Mubaeck's eye narrowed.

"Keuk. That's right. I'm pretty good now, right? Right? These guys. In the old days, I would have died trying to dodge their swords while struggling. That Gwak Cheon-hu fellow got eight, and I got seven. It's only a one-person difference."

"..."

"That Heo Seong over there got four. Hehehe. This One-Eyed Serpent, Neung-heo, is pretty good now, isn't he?"

"...So you killed them all?"

"Of course. I killed them all."

Neung-heo said proudly. His face was proud, as if he were expecting a compliment. Well, that would be the case. He was far ahead of Heo Seong, who had been of a similar skill level, and he had confirmed with his own two eyes that he had become on par with Gwak Cheon-hu, who had always seemed so high up.

"You didn't leave a single one?"

Cheon Mubaeck's eyebrow twitched as he asked again.

"Why would I leave them? Hehe. I even chased down the guy who was running away in a hurry and finished him off."

"..."

"Is that all? I also cleanly took care of the guy who was begging me to spare his life. Hehe."

"..."

"I did well, right?"

"...Yes."

It was then.

"I've left one of them alive."

Heo Seong, who was watching, approached and reported silently.

At those words, Cheon Mubaeck's expression brightened.

"Escort Heo, you are much better than that foolish fellow."

"..."

Neung-heo's face crumpled as if he had chewed on a bitter gourd.

* * *

Within the Blood Demon Valley, he was called the Two-Star, and to the martial artists of the previous generation, he was a great demon called the Ghost Demon.

He contorted his expression like a demon.

"Twenty members of the Demon Shadow Squad who followed the Sword Sect's meeting have all lost contact. Are you telling me to believe this report?"

The Demon Shadow Squad was a strike team made up only of demons of the Dark Sect.

While a subtle nerve-wracking battle between the Dark Sect and the Blood Sect continued within the Blood Demon Valley, the fact that twenty members of the Demon Shadow Squad, which was made up only of demons of the Dark Sect, had been taken down was fatal.

Especially in a situation where the power of the Blood Demon Valley itself had shrunk.

"Is this report true?"

"Yes, it is."

The Ghost Demon gritted his teeth.

It was that shocking.

"Is the Sword Sect that powerful?"

"I-I have something to report. There is news that the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero has recently returned to Henan Province."

"......!"

In an instant, the Ghost Demon's face hardened.

The corner of the Ghost Demon's eye trembled at the name that made him feel sick just by hearing it.

Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero.

The adversary of the Blood Demon Valley had returned to Henan Province.

And all contact with the Red Blood Squad, which had followed the Sword Sect's meeting held in Henan, had been lost.

Wasn't this a truly coincidental situation?

"The Sword Sect has betrayed us?"

"I am only reporting the facts."

"Umm..."

The Ghost Demon swallowed a groan.

"He is the one who killed the Poison Demon."

When he received that shocking news, the Ghost Demon felt as if he had half lost his mind.

The Poison Demon was a demon of the same class as himself, who had fought with him during the Righteous-Demonic War.

He had been killed by a mere brat.

From this moment on, the Ghost Demon could not consider the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero a mere brat.

'A damn bastard who is blocking the Demonic Path's world once again, following the Azure Sky Sword God.'

Anger appeared on the Ghost Demon's face.

"The sects from outside the borders will soon come to the martial world. The reason we were trying to recruit the Sword Sect by force was to augment the shrunken forces of the Blood Demon Valley, so that our position in the upcoming war would also grow. That Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero bastard is ruining all of this in the end!"

Lamenting so, a blue ghost fire burned in the Ghost Demon's eyes.

"I have to catch that bastard."

In an instant, an explosive killing intent flowed from him.

The Ghost Demon's gaze flashed.

"The Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero, I mean."

(End of Chapter)