Sword God Reborn

Chapter 308 : A Man Who Keeps His Word

The hall fell into silence.

The sect leader of the Sword Sect...

The Ghost Mother King let out a hollow laugh.

"I heard that the Blood Buddha had recruited the Sword Sect. They say it has shrunk to only a few dozen people. Hehehe."

Cheon Mubaeck was confident.

"So what if it has shrunk? Was it expelled from the Demonic Path? It was temporarily expelled after the Pyecheon Sword Demon died, but the Blood Buddha officially brought it in, right? It was even reported to the Heavenly Demon."

Saying so, Cheon Mubaeck quickly observed the situation.

It was a kind of gamble.

Whether recruiting the Sword Sect was at the Blood Buddha's discretion, or whether it was a matter that had received official approval from the higher-ups.

If it was at the Blood Buddha's personal discretion, he could not use his status as the Sword Sect, one of the Seven Demonic Orders, as a weapon.

But seeing the reluctant face of the Ghost Mother King, Cheon Mubaeck smiled triumphantly.

"That's..."

She was the Ghost Mother King who served the Heavenly Demon closely.

She could not have been unaware of the fact that the Blood Buddha's report had reached the Heavenly Demon. That reaction was the proof.

Cheon Mubaeck smiled inwardly.

'Well. No matter how much of a sect leader he is, he can't ignore the authority of the Heavenly Demon. He can't recruit the Sword Sect at his own discretion. Still, since it is strictly one of the Seven Demonic Orders, it is natural that he had to receive the approval of the Heavenly Demon.'

Thus, Cheon Mubaeck's voice could not help but get louder.

A Sword Sect that had shrunk to a few dozen people?

What was the problem with that?

"It's a matter that the Heavenly Demon has also approved, are you going to ignore it? Huh? Wow. They say it's a fox borrowing the tiger's might. Now they're even trying to ignore their own lord?"

Then the Yaksha King's face turned pale and he stomped his foot.

Kwang!

"When did we ever ignore what the sect leader has decided!"

Cheon Mubaeck's eyes lit up at the Yaksha King's reaction.

'That's just fear. The Heavenly Demon guy must be going around catching his own kids.'

His fearful gaze was evident.

If he was afraid to the extent that he was afraid of just hearing something bad, he could roughly guess the Heavenly Demon's martial power.

Cheon Mubaeck did not miss that subtle difference.

Cheon Mubaeck was a master of psychological warfare as well as life-and-death battles.

When he saw a slight opening, he would ruthlessly dig in.

"Then you're saying you can't acknowledge the Sword Sect, which the Heavenly Demon has approved, and me, the sect leader of the Sword Sect? Why is your tongue so long?"

"......!"

The Yaksha King's expression, who had fallen into a self-contradiction, contorted.

The Guardian Demon Kings were just one martial artist belonging to the Demonic Sect and a guardian elder.

They were strictly different from the sect leaders of the Seven Demonic Orders. If you were to be precise, wasn't the Heavenly Demon also the sect leader of the Demonic Sect? The sect leader of sect leaders was the Heavenly Demon. The difference in status between a Guardian Demon King and a sect leader clearly existed. If they couldn't be judged because their skills were similar, the status of the sect leader was greater.

But there was also a reason why the Yaksha King could not easily back down.

"Although the Sword Sect is one of the Seven Demonic Orders, it's only in name. What power does it actually have?"

It was a long time ago that it was called one of the Seven Demonic Orders, and its actual power was nothing special.

The remnants of the Blood Demon Valley that it had absorbed. It was just that much.

The Sword Sect leader was the seventh rank in the Demonic Path.

Cheon Mubaeck confidently demanded the command. Since the Demonic Cult was a world of the strong and valued absolute hierarchy, it was perhaps a natural demand.

"To be so shamelessly crazy, you're a truly great person."

The Aizen Myoo clicked her tongue. Unlike her fiercely upturned eyes, her slightly drooping lips had a strange coquettishness, but now, they were full of bewilderment.

Well, from their point of view, it would be shameless.

"What, did I say something wrong? You don't know the rules of the Demonic Cult, do you? How many years have you been eating the Demonic Cult's food? I don't know about the rest, but hey, old hag. Haven't you been eating for about eighty years? If you ate three meals a day, the rice you ate would be higher than Mount Tai."

"Hehehe..."

The Ghost Mother King clicked her tongue with a troubled expression.

A man who called himself the sect leader of the Demonic Sect.

His skill was clear. He had captured the Strange Heavenly Brain. He maintained his shamelessness without yielding in front of the four of them. There was no sign of being intimidated.

It was not a simple bluff. The moment Cheon Mubaeck had entered, the four of them had poured out their presence, but he was not affected at all.

'At the very least, I have to see him as an equal...'

The Ghost Mother King calmly gauged Cheon Mubaeck's skill.

Her gaze turned to the Yaksha King and the Aizen Myoo.

'That Yaksha King friend also stepped forward with a good presence, but his instincts are more than a beast's, so he's being careful, and that girl is also a quick-witted one...'

The two were not stepping forward and were just keeping silent. She understood enough.

Because the Ghost Mother King herself had no intention of stepping forward.

'He's a guy who has captured the Strange Heavenly Brain of the world, what kind of guts do I have to pick a fight with him?'

What kind of existence was Zhuge Seon?

Although he was hidden by the enormous name of the Azure Sky Sword God, wasn't he the brain that had commanded the last Righteous-Demonic War?

It wasn't that he was just smart because he was a brain.

Wasn't he a great man who was evaluated to have systematically established the martial arts on the basis of the Zhuge Clan's formation and scholarship and had firmly established it as a martial arts sect?

The reasoning was that his pure martial arts were close to the realm of entering the divine, and his specialty, the Qimen formation, could not be confined to the boundary of the realm of entering the divine.

'So this guy called the Sword Sect leader is not an ordinary person. Aside from capturing that old man Zhuge Seon, how did he break through the wall of countless martial artists?'

So her gaze naturally turned to the Short-Lived King.

The second strongest martial artist among the Guardian Demon Kings.

The absolute master who was in fact in charge of the overall command of the Demonic Path's camp.

The Short-Lived King looked at Cheon Mubaeck with indifferent eyes. Cheon Mubaeck also did not turn his head. Although he didn't know if their eyes met because he was wearing a mask, a suffocating tension flowed between the two.

The Short-Lived King suddenly burst into laughter.

"It's funny."

"Did you get a hole in your lungs? What's so funny?"

"The sight of you pretending to be a worthless demonic person is not funny. If you just emit a plausible demonic qi, are you a demonic person?"

"Is there a real demonic qi and a fake demonic qi?"

"It seems there is now."

"Really? I wonder if you can say that even if my demonic qi turns your brain into mush."

Cheon Mubeack's was honestly surprised. He had never been caught since he had entered the demonic path's camp.

The fact that the energy he was emitting to the outside was just a mimicry of demonic qi.

Even if he felt something strange, he had only felt a slight heterogeneity, and Cheon Mubaeck's operation was almost perfect.

He was full of experience as the Dark Heaven Sword Emperor, and above all, he had a past life where he had lived as a real demonic person as the Pyecheon Sword Demon.

For such a Cheon Mubaeck, disguising himself as a demonic person was no big deal.

But Cheon Mubaeck, who was visible on the outside, was calm. Even if he was surprised, Cheon Mubaeck was not so easy as to reveal it.

The Short-Lived King drew his sword.

"It's simple. The way to confirm everything you're claiming."

"Well, you're talking in circles. Why is your tongue so long after you've drawn your sword?"

Cheon Mubaeck also drew his Divine Iron Ancient Sword. A cool energy spread in an instant.

The other three Guardian Demon Kings slowly retreated to make space.

"If you're really the sect leader of the Sword Sect, I'll be able to tell by looking at your sword. You won't be able to hide it even in a fierce battle, whether you're just mimicking demonic arts like now."

"It would be funny if your neck were cut by that mimicry."

The Short-Lived King did not care about Cheon Mubaeck's taunt. A firm presence continued to press down on the surroundings.

"And, you said it. The strong have a higher rank, and since you're the sect leader of the Sword Sect, you have the seventh rank. That is the rule of the Demonic Cult. That's right."

The Short-Lived King, who had said that much, smiled. His huge body moved nimbly, and the tip of his sword, like a snake's head, aimed for Cheon Mubaeck's neck.

*Shweeeek-!*

"It is also the rule of the Demonic Path that insubordination, trampling on a higher rank and taking that position, is recognized."

Since it was a straight path, it was not difficult to dodge. But the sword, like a snake, seemed to bend and changed its path, aiming for his neck.

It was not appropriate to dodge. Cheon Mubaeck swung his Divine Iron Ancient Sword.

*Kkaang...!*

The Short-Lived King did not lose his smile.

"Yes, you are the seventh rank. You're pretty good."

The Short-Lived King poured out a tremendous attack. Cheon Mubaeck felt his insides churning. The swords clashed continuously, sending out sparks. The Short-Lived King continued to inject more and more vital energy. Cheon Mubaeck's insides boiled.

'Damn it. This bastard must have eaten a lot of elixirs.'

Cheon Mubaeck endured the vital energy that was crazily penetrating his whole body and looked for an opportunity.

From the surroundings, exclamations full of surprise erupted continuously.

"Is he really the sect leader of the Sword Sect? To not be pushed back in a fight with the Short-Lived King."

"Wasn't the Short-Lived King actually a more skilled person than the sect leaders? A skilled person who could barely be faced by Cheongwangma and the Blood Buddha among the sect leaders... I never thought the sect leader of the Sword Sect was such a skilled person."

But did they know?

Cheon Mubaeck was now fighting with half of his body tied up.

'I can't use the Sun and Moon Qi.'

If he did, he would be found out as not being a demonic person in an instant.

But if this went on, it was only a matter of time before he was defeated by the Short-Lived King.

Cheon Mubaeck's head was spinning.

Then his gaze turned to the other three who were watching from a distance.

Cheon Mubaeck smiled.

Sometimes, it was necessary to entrust your body to action rather than judgment. He had to give that impression.

Cheon Mubaeck's sword suddenly parried the Short-Lived King's sword, and in an instant, an enormous vital energy swept through the surroundings.

"......!"

The three Guardian Demon Kings who had been watching moved quickly with dumbfounded faces.

It had reached them.

The Short-Lived King's eyes widened, not having expected that he would do the crazy thing of attacking the other Guardian Demon Kings while fighting him.

"What are you doing! Do you take this one lightly? To draw your sword on another while fighting this one?"

"This one is my ass. I am a man who keeps his word."

"What?"

"I told you that the moment you try to kill me, all four of you will die."

Cheon Mubaeck smiled without any problem.

"..."

The Short-Lived King's mind became complicated in an instant.

'What on earth is his scheme?'

To be honest, he felt that he was not easy. Although they had just exchanged a brief bout, the impression he had received was that it was not easy at all. The tip of his sword was sharp, and the force he received was as heavy as Mount Tai.

The Short-Lived King's expression became strange.

'Moreover, he felt like he was strangely hiding his strength. To hide his strength while exchanging swords with me...'

The martial power he had shown him now was not all.

Anyone in the martial world would engrave in their minds the saying to hide thirty percent of their skill. Considering that, Cheon Mubaeck's skill would be even stronger.

'Moreover, the sword strikes he just showed were surely the lost swords of the Pyecheon Sword Demon. It's not that his sword was only passed down to the Sword Sect, but he stole the techniques from here and there and used them...'

The person who had re-established the sword of the Demonic Path was the Pyecheon Sword Demon, and the Short-Lived King had seen with his own two eyes the lost sword of the Pyecheon Sword Demon in Cheon Mubaeck's sword.

'He is the sect leader of the Sword Sect. But why is he doing this crazy thing now?'

No way, did he attack the Guardian Demon Kings just to keep his word?

Did he have to create a mess and create a 4-on-1 situation?

Why on earth?

In an instant, he realized why he was hesitating.

'At least two of them will die here. If that guy is serious.'

Two of the Guardian Demon Kings would die. Since the Blood Lion King had already died, only two of the five would remain. It was fatal for the Short-Lived King, who had to hold out until the Heavenly Demon came, even if he couldn't annihilate the orthodox path. He was the one in charge, and if such a situation were to occur, what face would he have to raise his head to the Heavenly Demon?

'No way, is he aiming for this?'

As his thoughts reached that point, the Short-Lived King's pupils shook.

A so-called madman's tactic.

His mouth fell open at the opponent's unpredictable strange behavior.

"You would be better suited as the sect leader of the Mad Sect, not the Sword Sect."

"I told you, I am a person whose mind and body are gentle and clear. A peaceful man who might become a demonic immortal for the first time in the Demonic Path. The sect leader of the Mad Sect, are you comparing me to a madman like Cheongwangma?"

"..."

The Short-Lived King closed his mouth and fell into thought for a moment. I see it now that we've crossed swords. He is the successor of the Pyecheon Sword Demon. Then he is the sect leader of the Sword Sect, and the justification of being the seventh rank in the Demonic Path is not wrong.

If he were to fight more here to test him, and if even one more Guardian Demon King were to die?

What kind of self-destruction was this? Although he wondered if he would go that far, he was almost certain after hearing his words.

The Short-Lived King felt a strong need to compromise here.

"I acknowledge that you are the sect leader of the Sword Sect. But I cannot hand over the command."

"Well, then there's nothing I can do."

"Nothing you can do?"

The Short-Lived King, who had felt something strange in his tone, asked back.

"If I kill you all, the command will naturally be transferred to me. What."

"..."

This crazy bastard...

"Take off that bastard's mask, Short-Lived King. That bastard might be Cheongwangma."

"No, he's crazier than Cheongwangma. He might be Cheongwangma's grandfather."

"Short-Lived King. Let's kill him."

The Short-Lived King shook his head. And he said in a hard voice.

"I cannot hand over the command. But I will let you enter this barracks."

"So, you'll let me into the command?"

"We did not have one person monopolize the command. All orders to the demonic people are given only by the Heavenly Demon. Our role is to maintain the situation according to his orders, that's all."

Cheon Mubaeck nodded his head. He was satisfied with just that much. In fact, Cheon Mubaeck's real purpose was not just the command.

"Good. Then since I'm also a leader, let's share some information."

"...?"

Cheon Mubaeck smiled and asked.

"Where has the Heavenly Demon come to now?"

Let me see that face.

(End of Chapter)