Sword God Reborn

Chapter 265 : A Dead Sword God Kills a Living Demonic Path

If there were a person with a deep Buddhist heart in this place, they would surely put their hands together and chant a Buddhist scripture.

Unhindered bright light.

The light of the Buddha was the most fitting expression. A pure white halo that seemed to swallow the darkness spread out hazily.

The appearance of Cheon Mubaeck, who had walked the sky with the Geongon Chang-eungbo and had appeared, emitting light with the Gwigok Gwang-ae, was not just awe-inspiring, but gave a visual shock.

"..."

The old man's face hardened.

He had single-handedly brought down Tang Su-gun, Hwangbo Sung, and So-hang. He had also shattered the combination of Gok Ji-heum's and Zhuge Seol-ah's formations without a single scratch.

The old man's face, which had not even twitched an eyebrow during the fierce battle, hardened and became as cold as ice.

A light of disbelief was evident under his trembling eyebrows.

A terrible unpleasantness that was felt fiercely throughout his entire body.

It was hot as if it were burning his whole body, cold as if it were freezing him, and painful as if it were stabbing him with a knife.

The demonic qi in his dantian struggled violently and wailed.

This was the qi wave of demon subduing.

"How is that... how is that now?"

A repeated gaze of disbelief fell on Cheon Mubaeck. A halo that filled his eyes.

A steel wall that devoured the darkness and pushed back the demonic qi.

A person's memory deteriorates over time, but a strongly imprinted emotion is never erased or forgotten.

What came to the old man's mind was purely a question. Why was that appearing before his eyes?

"No. It can't be."

He first denied it the moment he faced it. But as his heart pounded violently, a past event that had now receded to the far side of his memory came to mind.

-He has come!

-He has come!

40 years ago, on the battlefield.

In the midst of a fierce battle with the Orthodox martial world, which was unprecedented, such a cry was suddenly heard.

Both the Orthodox and the Demonic paths had shouted at the same time, seeing one person.

But the curve of their emotions was extremely different.

The Orthodox path, joy, and the Demonic path, frustration and despair.

The light that had risen was that light.

-Kill him! Attack him as you see him!

The high-ranking elders and masters of the demonic path had shouted so, convulsively.

No matter how advantageously they had been leading the fight, the moment that light had once consumed, everything had been overturned.

But at the scene that followed, the Demonic path had poured out frustration, and the Orthodox path, cheers.

The moment the renowned vital energy of the demonic path masters was swallowed by the light, it had futilely died down.

The emotion that the people of the demonic path had felt at that time could not be described.

It was a scar engraved not on their bones, but on their emotions.

"Gwigok Gwang-ae... Azure Sky Sword God?"

The old man repeatedly denied it in his mind.

Could it be that the Sword Venerable, who had gone to the foreign lands, had returned?

No.

Look at that young face.

It was identical to the appearance of Cheon Mubaeck that was shared within the Blood Demon Valley.

It was Cheon Mubaeck.

But at the same time, he was a descendant of the Azure Sky Sword God.

Only then did the old man's body shake greatly, as if struck by a thunderbolt.

"The Azure Sky Sword God was aiming for the demonic path even after his death! To think that a dead Sword God is killing a living demonic path, it is truly a tenacious ill-fated relationship!"

He knew well that the Sword Venerable was constantly pursuing the demonic path from the foreign lands.

But to think that the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero, who had recently been driving the Blood Demon Valley into a corner, was also a descendant of the Azure Sky Sword God.

The old man's teeth ground on their own at the name of the Azure Sky Sword God.

In his lifetime, he was a shield that had single-handedly blocked the demonic path, and a sword that had shattered the demonic path.

After his death, he had his descendants tie up the demonic path, so how could this not be a resentful thing?

The old man's eyes flashed with a red light.

At that moment, Cheon Mubaeck's figure slowly landed on the ground.

"..."

In the suffocating silence, Cheon Mubaeck clicked his tongue.

"Young Lady Zhuge. Take those idiots and get out of the way. Stop their bleeding a little. They'll die at this rate."

Having said so, Cheon Mubaeck looked at the old man and chuckled.

The moment their eyes met, the old man had a strange feeling.

Because it was a somehow glad gaze.

"I thought it was the Blood Buddha, but it was the Ghost Demon. You've managed to live for a long time. Well, old people are greedy, so they struggle to live for a long time. A long time."

"...You know me?"

The old man, the Ghost Demon's figure, hardened.

"The second star of the Blood Demon Valley, and the leader of the Dark Sect. You've made it. To even become a leader."

A look of bewilderment flashed in the Ghost Demon's eyes. The information of the Blood Demon Valley's people was thoroughly blocked.

If even the lower-ranking warriors were like that, it went without saying for the five stars, the top-level leaders.

The Orthodox path people also called the leaders just 'stars', without their names and monikers.

But Cheon Mubaeck had said his exact moniker. He had said his origin. He had mentioned his identity.

'The information power of the Beggars' Sect? Is the information power of the Hanamun at that level? No. Even that Hanamun's leader didn't recognize my face. Then the Beggars' Sect? No way. How would the beggar bastards know?'

His mind became complicated.

The fact that the opponent knew a secret that he shouldn't have known was enough to make things serious.

Although it might not be that serious just by knowing one moniker.

'Sometimes, having a high reputation in the martial world can be a poison.'

The old man was a great demonic master and an old hand in the martial world who had been through all sorts of things.

He had seen many masters who had died because their great reputation had become a poison.

It was common to hear that an unknown master had killed some great someone.

Because they were careless? No way. Would the people who had gained a reputation that was accepted throughout the entire martial world be so easy?

'The fact that his moniker is known means that the unique martial arts he uses are known, and if they are known, a way to counter them will surely come out.'

Rather, there were also people who carefully hid their monikers.

There were also people who used pseudonyms, wore human-skin masks, and pretended to be completely different people.

Although the young fledglings who entered the martial world all wanted a great reputation, the old hands who actually lived in the martial world were wary of reputation.

That was the reason why the masters of the Blood Demon Valley hid their names and monikers.

'Because we can't ignore the potential of the Orthodox path.'

The great majesty that the Azure Sky Sword God had achieved was still breathing in the Orthodox martial world.

The Sword Venerable was like that, and the young Orthodox warriors who had fought, looking up to the Azure Sky Sword God, had now become the leaders of the Orthodox path.

So the Blood Demon Valley had hidden their names and monikers.

The Ghost Demon looked at Cheon Mubaeck with a grave face.

"Then, Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero, are you a descendant of the Azure Sky Sword God?"

"Well, you can think what you want."

But the Ghost Demon did not think he was at a disadvantage.

Although it was an unexpected event, he also knew about Cheon Mubaeck's martial arts.

'Gwigok Gwang-ae and Geongon Chang-eungbo.'

He was a Ghost Demon who had been active during the Righteous-Demonic War.

He had not just heard the names of the martial arts, but had experienced them directly.

How much effort had the demonic path put in to counter those martial arts at that time?

Moreover, the opponent was not the Azure Sky Sword God himself, but a descendant.

'Rather, now is the chance. The chance to kill the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero.'

He was a person who had reached this level at that young age.

He had to be killed before it was too late. He couldn't even imagine how much more terrifying he would become in 5 years, or 10 years.

Huuuuung-!

The Ghost Demon's saber emitted a fierce light.

At the same time, a crimson saber qi extended to the length of a sujang, instantly cut through the space, and stabbed at Cheon Mubaeck.

Cheon Mubaeck's eyebrow twitched.

'He hasn't just grown old without doing anything.'

It was a powerful vital energy that even Cheon Mubaeck could not just laugh at.

A crimson saber qi dug into the pure white light.

Kwajijijijik!

The Gwigok Gwang-ae fluctuated greatly.

Cheon Mubaeck's gaze sharpened.

'He's aiming for the gap.'

There was no perfect protective qi in the world. Protective qi was, in the end, a single vital energy made of qi waves.

It was just that the continuous flow of qi looked like a single membrane, but in the end, there was a link that connected the gaps.

There were two main reasons why protective qi broke.

One was to miserably crush it with overwhelming power.

The other was to perfectly grasp the flow of qi and cut the link.

Surprisingly, the Ghost Demon had used both methods at the same time.

Because the pure white light, which had seemed as if it would devour all the darkness at any moment, was fading and being torn to shreds.

The Ghost Demon, who had confirmed that his attack was working, suddenly burst into a loud laugh.

"Hahaha! Gwigok Gwang-ae. That's right. You have inherited the martial arts of the Azure Sky Sword God. Fledgling, there is no absolute martial art in the world. No matter how much it is the martial art of a Sword God, as time passes, a countermeasure will surely come out!"

It was true. Cheon Mubaeck also agreed. In the Ghost Demon's skill of aiming for the gap in the Gwigok Gwang-ae, he felt that the demonic path had indeed prepared a countermeasure.

But at the same time, his head was spinning fiercely.

Cheon Mubaeck had found a clue in that laughter.

'That Baek-gi fellow must have been quite a nuisance to the demonic path guys.'

Since the Azure Sky Sword God was dead, devising a way to counter his martial arts until now was perhaps a futile effort.

But the fact that he was displaying a countermeasure against Cheon Mubaeck now was proof that he had been continuously researching it.

Perhaps the Sword Venerable had been constantly fighting the demonic path, and also the fact that Yoo Baek-gi was still alive and keeping the demonic path in check.

At that fact, Cheon Mubaeck felt quite good.

Since he was the disciple he had trusted the most, he was the most reliable master at this point.

"Fourteen-Star! Attack immediately when the protective qi breaks!"

The Ghost Demon poured out his saber qi without giving Cheon Mubaeck any time to counterattack.

Kwagagagagak!

It was unbelievably continuous, as if the immense internal energy was coming from that shabby old man's body.

The Gwigok Gwang-ae gradually faded amidst the fierce saber qi that did not give Cheon Mubaeck any time to react.

At that moment, a relatively young man in his prime appeared from the side.

Fourteen-Star.

He was a high-ranking executive of the Blood Demon Valley that the Ghost Demon had brought.

Cheon Mubaeck's eyes quickly scanned the opponent.

'At the very least, he's a person close to the divine realm. If he just crosses one wall, he'll be in the divine realm.'

He was a swordsman who exuded a presence like a well-honed blade.

While the Ghost Demon was holding Cheon Mubaeck's feet by continuously pouring out his saber qi, the moment the Gwigok Gwang-ae broke, that swordsman would aim for the gap and unleash his sword.

'Although it's a common orthodox method that is obvious, that's why it's more troublesome.'

This was why the masters of the martial world were not for nothing wary of fighting against a large number.

Because there were many variables and many things to think about.

However, Cheon Mubaeck had countless experiences of facing a large number.

Didn't the Ghost Demon also have a lot of experience?

'A ridiculous story.'

How could the experience of a fledgling who had thrown his life into the martial world for just one life be the same as the experience of someone who had been with the martial world for tens, hundreds of lives?

Cheon Mubaeck instantly withdrew the energy that had been flowing through his entire body.

The Gwigok Gwang-ae, which had been spewing a pure white light, disappeared in an instant.

'...A chance!'

In an instant, the Ghost Demon's eyes flashed. A longer saber qi whipped around like a whip.

It wasn't just the Ghost Demon. The Fourteen-Star also unleashed his sword in an instant.

From the outside, it was a development where anyone could predict the outcome.

From the front, the Ghost Demon's immense saber qi, and from the side, the Fourteen-Star's sharp stab.

At that moment, Cheon Mubaeck's both hands slowly drew a curve.

"...?"

The Ghost Demon's eyebrow, who was unleashing his saber qi, twitched. In an instant, his brow narrowed, and a question arose.

'Wait, was the Gwigok Gwang-ae broken?'

No. The Ghost Demon's eyes could see the flow of qi. He had withdrawn it himself. Because he had judged that it was a greater loss to maintain the protective qi any longer.

But... what if that wasn't it?

In the Ghost Demon's vision, he saw the indifferent face of Cheon Mubaeck.

His left arm and right arm waved like a wave and drew a circle. It was slow. Very slow. Slowly, and slowly. But strangely, the swift sword that the Fourteen-Star was unleashing could not follow that slowness.

The Ghost Demon's gaze, which was following the slow movement, shook violently for a moment.

What on earth should he call that?

A large circle.

Two distinct solid lines drew a circle, following the movement of his arms.

One was a pure white demon-subduing qi. It was the same pure white light as the Gwigok Gwang-ae that had been blocking all of the Ghost Demon's vital energy until now.

The demon-subduing qi that was being spewed from the Hevean Shaking Soul Art of the upper dantian.

And the solid line opposite it had a blue light. The blue light that rose in the pure white froze the surroundings.

It was a cold qi.

No, it was not an ordinary cold qi, but an extreme yin qi that could only be seen in the North Sea.

The extreme yin qi created by the Bingbaek Divine Art of the lower dantian drew a curve.

The two energies drew a line and made a circle.

The pure white and the blue light drew a circle, and the Fourteen-Star's sword, as if by magic, headed for the center of that circle.

The Ghost Demon's eyes widened for a moment.

"Get back! Fourteen-Star!"

Although he had shouted like a scream, it was already too late.

As the Fourteen-Star was sucked into the large circle as if he were being pulled in, a gruesome sound of 'seogeok-' was heard, and the scene of the Fourteen-Star's body being split in two and collapsing on the floor was seen.

When the Ghost Demon had called the Fourteen-Star, the life had already disappeared from his eyes.

The cross-section was so cleanly cut that blood did not flow out, but was just gathered in a lump on the cross-section.

Only then did the Ghost Demon know what that circle was.

Although it was somehow different, it was unmistakable.

...

......

......Taegeuk.

It was Cheon Mubaeck's own Taegeuk.

(End of Chapter)