Sword God Reborn

Chapter 307 : A Man Who Doesn't Know Lies

Not long after, Cheon Mubaeck was summoned by the Guardian Demon Kings.

Before going, Cheon Mubaeck first entrusted the protection of Zhuge Seon to Jang No. It was possible because Jang No's authority was unexpectedly great. He had not hidden the fact that he was a key figure in the Sword Sect, one of the Seven Demonic Orders, and his status was by no means low.

To the lower-ranking demonic people, the Sword Sect had a history of almost producing a Heavenly Demon, with the exception of the Demonic Sect, and had made a name for itself in a short period of time, so it was imprinted on everyone.

Moreover, with the death or disappearance of the Poison Demon, Cheongwangma, the Blood Buddha, and the Ghost Demon, the remaining sects were in a state of watching each other.

There was no reason to openly pick a fight with Jang No.

'But that's only for a short time. The rumor that I've captured the Strange Heavenly Brain has already spread throughout the camp, and guys who want to take this opportunity to torture him for information and to gain merit will approach.'

Although Jang No was holding out with his status as the Sword Sect, there was a limit.

Even if his fame and status could not be ignored, his numbers were the smallest, and the actual power he held was at a level of almost none.

'So I have to drive a wedge. A clear public announcement that I will be in charge of the Strange Heavenly Brain and will extract information.'

Who could make such a public announcement?

It was the Guardian Demon Kings who were currently commanding the Demonic Path.

Since it was a summons from such Guardian Demon Kings, Cheon Mubaeck went with the feeling of entering a tiger's den.

But not a single trace of tension appeared on his face.

Cheon Mubaeck, wearing a mask, strode confidently into the tent.

"..."

Inside, four Guardian Demon Kings were seated. The moment he entered, Cheon Mubaeck clicked his tongue at the gazes and the presence that were shot at him from all directions.

'It's murderous, murderous.'

The four gazes were each different.

A curious gaze, a gaze full of vigilance, a persistence that looked him up and down from head to toe, and even a gaze that was smiling as if it were amusing.

Especially, the gaze of the Short-Lived King, who was in the highest seat, was sharp.

The gaze, which was clearly wary, was full of distrust towards Cheon Mubaeck.

It was a gaze that made the viewer shrink. Moreover, the presence that dominated the interior was still heavily stained with the smell of blood.

As Cheon Mubaeck stood there blankly, the demonic person who had brought him shouted in a low voice.

"You, how dare you hold your head up so stiffly! Hurry up and bow your head!"

Even the demonic person who was just running errands was a seasoned master of the peak.

Even such a person was tense with fear in front of the Guardian Demon Kings.

But Cheon Mubaeck just glanced at him and did not bow his head.

Was that attitude strange?

The Yaksha King shouted in a thunderous voice.

"There is no organization as clear in its hierarchy as the Demonic Path. Under the Heavenly Demon, there is a strict hierarchy based solely on skill. How dare you hide your face and hold your head up so stiffly in front of whom?"

Cheon Mubaeck's gaze turned to him. Although it was a similar feeling to the Short-Lived King, this side was a more intense feeling. Should I say it was like lava? If the Short-Lived King felt like a well-refined heavy greatsword, this one felt like a rough iron mace. He was the one who had killed the head of the Hebei Peng Clan. His presence was as if the ground were shaking.

But Cheon Mubaeck did not waver a single bit.

"......!"

The Yaksha King's eyebrow, who had been staring at Cheon Mubaeck, twitched.

Although his face was covered by a mask, he could feel a sense of ridicule from beyond it.

The Yaksha King could not hold it in and shot up.

The moment he opened his mouth wide to shout, Cheon Mubaeck waved his hand slightly.

"......!"

The Yaksha King had no choice but to swallow his words. His pulse was cut off for a moment. His cheekbones twitched.

'He cut off my breath. Exquisitely.'

It was not a simple hand gesture. With the hand gesture, the surrounding air current shook, and a heterogeneous energy intervened between the air currents. A hand gesture that accurately cut the pulse between breaths.

'Was it a coincidence?'

It was too exquisite to be a coincidence. As the Yaksha King's face became serious, Cheon Mubaeck said slowly. The words that flowed from his mouth were truly like a thunderbolt.

"You bastard, if you meet a higher-ranking person, you should shut up and bow your waist. Don't you know your place?"

"......!"

Was it just the Yaksha King? Everyone in the hall had their mouths wide open. Even the solemn Short-Lived King had turned his head and had looked to the side, wondering if he had heard correctly.

The Yaksha King blinked his eyes with a bewildered expression.

He could not make a judgment at Cheon Mubaeck's unexpected shout.

"Are you talking to me now?"

"Then who would I be talking to? Why don't you listen when I tell you?"

"So you're saying you're a higher rank than me? Than me, a Guardian Demon King?"

"Guardian Demon King, my ass. You're just a Heavenly Demon's guard."

The Yaksha King made a strange expression. No matter how much he thought about it, he could not understand Cheon Mubaeck's actions and attitude.

Everyone knew that the Yaksha King had a relatively explosive personality among the Guardian Demon Kings.

But that did not mean he was a person like a wild boar who rushed in, looking only at one side without looking at the front and back.

As the one who guarded the Heavenly Demon, his ability to judge the situation was clearly above average.

'Above all, he's the one who broke through that wall and captured the Strange Heavenly Brain as a prisoner. Just by looking at him maintaining that presence in the middle of this, he's not weaker than our Guardian Demon Kings. Where on earth did such a guy come from?'

As that thought came to mind, the Yaksha King became surprisingly calm.

The Yaksha King tilted his head.

"Tell me."

"What."

"Who you are. Since you're talking about rank, you must be someone."

"Can't you tell just by looking? Can you, by yourself, capture the Strange Heavenly Brain? Huh? Can you beat up the guys who are blocking your way and capture him? Just by looking at this, one thing is clear. You can't, and I can. The Demonic Path is a world of the strong. Since you're weaker than me, of course my rank is higher. Where are you holding your head up so stiffly and not even getting up to greet a superior who has come inside? You frustrating bastard."

"..."

It was truly a sophistry.

Then the Ghost Mother King, who was next to him, smiled and intervened.

"Hehe, maybe you are stronger than the Yaksha King. I acknowledge the achievement of capturing the Strange Heavenly Brain. But I don't think I'm weaker than you. No matter how much I think about it, I'm much stronger and have a higher rank than you, so shouldn't you bow your waist in front of me?"

At the Ghost Mother King's statement, Cheon Mubaeck crossed his arms with a look of pity.

"Hey, you senile old hag."

"..."

"Don't you get the mood? Did pus get in your ears because you're old? Don't you get a feeling when you see me talking so freely? Wow. This old woman, she didn't accumulate experience and seniority, she just accumulated wrinkles. A great old woman."

The Guardian Demon Kings made a confused expression. What on earth did he believe in to dare to spout such profanity in front of them?

If it were a moderate curse, they would have gotten angry and would have given him a good beating, but rather, because it was such an excessive statement, the process of understanding it in their minds slowed down. They were so dumbfounded that they didn't even get angry.

Cheon Mubaeck tapped his head and said.

"If what you're carrying on your neck is not a decoration, please think, think. I captured the Strange Heavenly Brain in good health. Can you do that? You're just fighting like a dog in front of me. I saw you fighting like a mess earlier. You don't even command the guys below you. You just find a strong guy and fight. That's why the Blood Lion King died."

At Cheon Mubaeck's sharp point, everyone swallowed a groan.

It was true.

It was the difference between the sect leaders of the Seven Demonic Orders and the Guardian Demon Kings.

The Guardian Demon Kings were purely strong martial artists who only guarded the Heavenly Demon's side.

They had never led subordinates, nor had they ever commanded.

So in this battle, they had only sought out and had fought the strong heads of the Five Great Clans, and the actual fight below was fought by the middle-ranking officials, gritting their teeth and running around.

Cheon Mubaeck had pointed that out.

The Short-Lived King's eyes, who had been quiet, showed a strange light.

Even in the urgent battle situation, he had accurately judged how the tide of battle was turning and what the problem was?

It meant that his vision was wide.

Cheon Mubaeck raised his voice more and more.

"You pathetic guys. You're just offering your precious subordinates as a sacrifice, and you're just planning to chase after the heads of the Five Great Clans and fight, right? If you're lucky, that pig bastard killed the head of the Peng Clan, but from the next fight, will the heads of the families fight at the forefront? Rather, they'll just command thoroughly. Then you, who have no command ability, will lose the battle even if you win the fight. Only your subordinates will die."

Although Cheon Mubaeck had pointed at the Yaksha King and had mentioned a pig bastard, the Yaksha King maintained his composure surprisingly well.

"That's why I brought Zhuge Seon, who can command that side. Do you understand now? You foolish idiots who only know how to fight. You don't have the capacity to command the demonic people. Just go and stay quiet until the Heavenly Demon comes and just guard him."

"So. I ask. Who are you?"

The Short-Lived King intervened with a thick voice.

Cheon Mubaeck crossed his arms.

"Look at the killing intent, the killing intent. Why, are you going to kill me? Wow. You're pushing a guy who has achieved a great feat of capturing the Strange Heavenly Brain. You're doing a great job of just picking things that will drop the morale of your subordinates."

"A guy who would have his neck cut if he were hit once has a great mouth."

Cheon Mubaeck smiled and looked around.

"I'll say one thing. I won't die alone. The moment a sword enters my body, at least four more will die here."

"..."

The surroundings fell into silence.

At least four.

There were only four Guardian Demon Kings in here.

So wasn't it a truly arrogant statement that if they attacked him, they would all die?

At that moment, the woman with a fierce look, who had been watching with an amused look without saying anything, smiled at the Short-Lived King and said.

"It feels like I'm looking at the sect leader of the Mad Sect. The Short-Lived King will also know well that a person like Cheongwangma should not be touched."

"You're saying I shouldn't touch a madman."

At the calm words, Cheon Mubaeck shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm disappointed. A madman. Are you comparing me to the mad old man of the Mad Sect? I'm normal. Very clear. I'm a person whose mind and body are more gentle than a Shaolin monk or a Wudang Taoist."

"See, he's not just a little crazy."

The Aizen Myoo said so and looked at Cheon Mubaeck.

"It doesn't seem like he's just talking about being strong and having a high rank. The way he calls Cheongwangma of the Mad Sect so lightly. Moreover, he's strong enough to capture the Strange Heavenly Brain, and he's bold enough to spout profanity in front of the Guardian Demon Kings here. He's claiming that his rank is high, and moreover, he accurately saw through the tide of battle in that urgent battle. I think he might be a sect leader of the Seven Demonic Orders. It's strange. They're all dead or have disappeared."

The Aizen Myoo's reasoning was accurate.

No, in fact, Cheon Mubaeck had led the situation so that she could think that way.

Even if the individual martial power of the Guardian Demon Kings was strong, their rank was lower than that of the sect leaders of the Seven Demonic Orders. Because the Guardian Demon Kings were strictly the Heavenly Demon's guardian elders. The influence that the sect leaders had on the entire Demonic Path was stronger, and their authority was also greater.

The martial power of the Guardian Demon Kings was, in Cheon Mubaeck's view, all about the same as the Ghost Demon, and only the Short-Lived King was exceptionally strong.

At the Aizen Myoo's words, the Guardian Demon Kings all looked at Cheon Mubaeck.

The Ghost Demon, the Blood Buddha, Cheongwangma, and the Poison Demon had disappeared. The Fire Sect was in disarray and had no sect leader. The sect leader of the Demonic Sect was the Heavenly Demon. Then what on earth...

Cheon Mubaeck nodded his head.

"That's right. I am the sect leader of the Sword Sect. Officially, I am the seventh rank in the Demonic Path. I am stronger than you. So bow your heads, you bastards."

"..."

"Don't doubt it. I am a man who only speaks the truth, and a man who does not know lies."

So, since the Pyecheon Sword Demon was me.

The fact that I'm the sect leader of the Sword Sect is not a lie, is it?

Cheon Mubaeck was sincere.

"So, until the Heavenly Demon comes, I will take command of this battle. If you're pissed, come at me."

Shamelessness and confidence were a fine line. Cheon Mubaeck was confident.

(End of Chapter)