Sword God Reborn

Chapter 62 : The Tomb Made by the Red Blood Sword Demon.

The plaza was submerged in a silence so profound that only faint breaths could be heard.

All the people who were watching the fight could not open their mouths.

Only Cheonghyeonjin, who knew Cheon Mubaeck's martial prowess, understood, but he also could not open his mouth.

'The opponent was the Ghost-Faced Asura. The Ghost-Faced Asura!'

Although he understood, he did not completely comprehend it.

In fact, Cheonghyeonjin had considered Cheon Mubaeck's level to be on par with his own.

It was an undeniable fact that Cheon Mubaeck had saved their lives at Shaolin before.

But according to what was revealed later, it was a situation where the Great Master Hyeryang, Master Muso, and even himself were poisoned by the Dispersing Energy Poison and could not fight properly.

If all three had been in a normal physical condition, his thought was that they would have defeated the executives of the Blood Ghost Valley who had attacked at that time.

So Cheonhyeonjin had considered Cheon Mubaeck's level to be about the same as his own.

On the contrary, if he even considered the martial world experience, he had thought that he would win with that difference.

But...

'It turns out I was the frog in the well.'

Not only Cheonghyeonjin, but the crowd had no choice but to be silent.

Although Gukbo, who was on the younger side, did not know the name of the Ghost-Faced Asura well, he had clearly seen Cheon Mubaeck's martial prowess that he had shown just now.

'Can I do it?'

Even if he asked himself, the answer was clear.

Impossible.

He could not fight like that.

Putting aside winning, it might be the limit to just endure.

When his thoughts reached that point, he felt his energy drain away.

'Gukbo, Gukbo. You were drunk on the false reputation of the Plum Blossom One Sword.'

He had just thought that the opportunity had not come.

The opportunity to make his name known.

So he had looked down on the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero, and he had also been envious. He had been secretly confident that if he had been at Shaolin at that time, he would have been able to obtain the title of Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero himself.

But Gukbo, looking at the corpse that had fallen, covered in blood, on the floor, reflected deeply.

'He is on a different level from me.'

His heart ached.

It was painful.

Wasn't he the one who had been praised as the best genius within Mount Hua Sect and had received all sorts of expectations?

Gukbo had always been ahead, and he had been the winner.

To him, having to admit that there was someone greater than him was a great pain.

But Gukbo tried to pull himself together.

'If I'm lacking, I can just watch and learn. The plum blossoms of Mount Hua Sect do not lose their fragrance.'

The hand that was clenching the scabbard was tightened.

If those who were trapped in the Radiant Annihilation Formation had received gazes of shock and awe, on the opposite side, a completely different gaze was directed.

Jjirit.

"What are you doing? Are you fighting with your eyes?"

Vigilance, shock, and a terrible hostility.

It was the gaze that was pouring down on Cheon Mubaeck.

'Well, it's been a while.'

Cheon Mubaeck had always fought against a large number, and they had all sent such gazes.

Cheon Mubaeck enjoyed this gaze.

'As expected. This is what suits me.'

This kind of thing, like a thrilling tightrope walk.

Cheon Mubaeck suddenly recalled Lü Dongbin again.

He, who had originally been a Taoist, had valued personal training and meditation.

He was on a completely different path from Cheon Mubaeck.

So in a duel, they were about the same, but when they fought as if it were a real battle, Cheon Mubaeck had always been one step ahead.

But even so, Lü Dongbin had not given up his own way.

Cheon Mubaeck was the same.

'You must have reached the Sword Kiuk in your own way and ascended to immortality.'

Then it would not be bad to follow that way.

But Cheon Mubaeck did not bother to do so.

Here.

At the Complete Truth Sacred Altar that Lü Dongbin had made, Cheon Mubaeck had made a decision.

'In my own way, I will head for the Sword Kiuk.'

Cheon Mubaeck held his sword upright again.

When his gaze reached them, the remaining elders of the Blood Demon Sect all flinched.

Chaechaeng.

The elders took out their respective weapons.

The number of people who took their positions with Cheon Mubaeck at the center was a total of five.

Cheon Mubaeck's coldly sunken gaze was directed at them.

Although his body was heated up, Cheon Mubaeck was extremely cool, unlike his appearance.

He calculated the distance and stride to the enemies, and he predicted their range of action.

He deduced their attack methods by looking at the opponents' weapons, and he predicted who was stronger, who was defensive, and who was aggressive.

He analyzed and calculated all those factors in his head and squeezed out the best efficiency.

And according to that efficiency, he would kill them all.

"Ah, wait. Are you guys all of the Blood Demon Sect?"

"..."

"Are there any guys hiding somewhere else? If so, tell me in advance."

They did not answer.

Although he could not know if that was a silent affirmation, Cheon Mubaeck shrugged his shoulders as if it did not matter.

"Well, it doesn't matter. I can just find them and kill them."

"...!"

Cheon Mubaeck's gaze was directed at the oldest old man among the elders.

"Isn't that right? Blood Demon Sect Master?"

"...How."

"What do you mean, how do I know? Between us. I can see the angle just by looking."

Cheon Mubaeck smiled brightly.

'Eum!'

The Blood Demon Sect Master, Do Mun-tak, swallowed his saliva.

Looking at that smile, his heart turned cold. In fact, from the first time he had seen Cheon Mubae-ck, Do Mun-tak had felt a sense of unease.

His senses had constantly sent him warnings.

He had been about to stop the Ghost-Faced Asura when he had stepped forward, but he had stopped. He had believed that the Ghost-Faced Asura would be able to face him sufficiently. Even if he was no match, he had not known that he would die so brutally.

'He is definitely not a brat.'

He understood at a glance why those great guys from the Blood Ghost Valley had fled from Shaolin.

'Whether it's the abbot of Shaolin, the head of the Arhat Hall, or the Mount Hua Sect Guardian Sword. In the end, the operation of the Blood Ghost Valley failed because of that Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero.'

Do Mun-tak also knew well about the incident at Shaolin.

Because half of the martial artists who had participated in the attack at that time had belonged to the Blood Demon Sect.

In that incident, Do Mun-tak had felt a sense of crisis.

He had sensed that if this continued, he would just become a shield as the Blood Ghost Valley ordered.

So what he had come up with was the current matter.

After absorbing the internal energy and essence of the Shaanxi martial artists with the Absorption Demonic Art, to form an equal alliance with the Blood Ghost Valley.

He had thought that that was the only way for the Blood Demon Sect to survive.

But.

'If things go wrong, this place might become a tomb.'

Although he had spread a fake rumor that it was the tomb of the Red Blood Sword Demon.

Perhaps this place would become the tomb of the Blood Demon Sect.

At that fact, Do Mun-tak smiled bitterly and shouted.

"Everyone, attack that guy together."

"...!"

"Fight as if this is the edge of a cliff."

The elders were silent.

"In any case, we are no different from public enemies of the martial world, so what hesitation would there be in a joint attack?"

At Do Mun-tak's self-deprecating voice, the elders nodded their heads.

In any case, the actions they were doing were acts that would incur the wrath of heaven and man, so what problem would there be even if they jointly attacked a successor who was not even of age?

"Alright. If you've decided, come at me all at once. So that I can kill you all at once."

Do Mun-tak bit his lip.

Although it was shameful, he endured it.

400 years had passed since the Blood Demon Sect had been annihilated by the Red Blood Sword Demon.

They had thought that now was the chance. Now that the power of all the orthodox martial world had weakened.

Now was the time to achieve their great cause. So the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero, who was blocking their front, had to be killed for the future.

Kwang!

The five of them rushed at Cheon Mubaeck at once.

A white smile spread in the darkness.

* * *

"Damn it! Let's have a truce for now!"

Gukbo suddenly shouted.

The fight between Cheon Mubaeck and the Blood Demon Sect had already begun.

As long as they were trapped in the Radiant Annihilation Formation, they could not use their internal energy.

Gukbo found the situation where he had to just watch it too pitiful.

The envy and jealousy towards Cheon Mubaeck had completely disappeared.

No, it had not completely disappeared. But what was more important than those was the Blood Demon Sect.

Weren't they the evil guys who were spreading the plague and using the martial artists as just sacrifices for the Absorption Demonic Art?

At least if one knew righteousness and chivalry, one should not let Cheon Mubaeck fight alone now.

At Gukbo's cry, Cheonghyeonjin nodded his head heavily.

"Elder Jeon-hyeon. Since we are the same orthodox sect members, let's put aside our rivalry after we overcome this situation."

"...Zhongnan will follow that will."

The Zhongnan Wind Sword was the first to nod his head.

Cheonghyeonjin soon turned his gaze.

The Star-Gazing Sword took a step forward.

"Since it has been revealed that there is no such thing as a secret manual of the Red Blood Sword Demon, there is no reason to fight. Although I am not a person of the orthodox sects, I have no intention of siding with those evil guys. Let's join forces."

"Thank you. Then... what about the Mute Red Demon?"

The Mute Red Demon narrowed his brow.

"Damn it. What are you going to do?"

"At least if we put our heads together and gather our strength, I think we can break this formation."

"Eum."

"In any case, since there is no secret manual of the Red Blood Sword Demon, there is no reason to fight. Of course, if you are going to be hostile to Mount Hua Sect to the end, I will not stand by either... but we can't become sacrifices for that Blood Demon Sect, can we?"

"Hoo. Let's do that."

Cheonghyeonjin, the Plum Blossom One Sword, the Zhongnan Wind Sword, the Mute Red Demon, and the Star-Gazing Sword.

When they put their heads together, the breaking of the formation was done in an instant.

While breaking the formation, Cheonghyeonjin turned his gaze to Cheon Mubaeck.

'The Azure Sky Sword God had actually fought alone during the righteous-demonic war. Because the power of the orthodox martial world was weak.'

For some reason, the back of his descendant also felt similar.

'But at least for now, I can't let him fight alone.'

A determination was engraved on Cheonghyeonjin's face.

* * *

The moment the five of them took their positions and rushed in.

On the contrary, Cheon Mubaeck moved first.

He did not wait for the attack like before, but he launched a preemptive strike.

"...!"

At that formidable momentum, the eyes of the seventh elder, who had been rushing in from the front, widened as if they would tear.

Kwaang!

With a single collision, the seventh elder felt his stomach turn upside down.

Kwang! Kwang!

'This is, this is crazy!'

A ruthless brute force poured down.

It was hard to distinguish whether this was a quick sword or a domineering sword.

Looking at the speed, it was an overwhelmingly quick sword, but the heaviness that poured down in one go was so powerful that it seemed to tear the muscles of his whole body.

If he was pushed into a defensive position like this, his neck would be cut before even five exchanges.

Fortunately, at that moment, the other elders attacked from the side and from behind.

Taking that opportunity, the seventh elder barely managed to pull his body out.

Jjeojeojeojeong!

Cheon Mubaeck's sword was stabbed and then pulled back as if he were withdrawing it. Then it was twisted diagonally and it struck the tip of the spear that was being stabbed from the side. After taking another step, he swung it without hesitation.

Jjeong!

"Keuk!"

The eighth elder let out a groan and stepped back.

Then Cheon Mubaeck's sword strikes poured down without mercy. The formidable momentum was as if a white storm were raging.

But at that moment, another surprise attack came from behind Cheon Mubaeck.

'Eum!'

It was a clever move.

Cheon Mubaeck also withdrew the sword he had momentarily extended and blocked it by swinging it around.

Jjiiing!

At the vibration that was transmitted to his wrist through the sword, Cheon Mubaeck's eyes narrowed.

'Still, is this the sect leader?'

Cheon Mubaeck withdrew his sword and looked at the front. The one who had interrupted Cheon Mubaeck's offensive in one go with a clever move just now was none other than Do Mun-tak.

To be honest, Cheon Mubaeck was impressed.

In an instant, a momentum rose from his body.

Wasn't he a pretty good skilled person he had met in a long time?

If Cheon Mubaeck had not been able to take the elixir of the Medicine Immortal at Shaolin, he was a skilled person who would have had quite a bit of trouble.

"Are you the one who left the character 'Ghost Tomb'?"

"..."

Even in the following back-and-forth, Do Mun-tak showed an exquisite judgment of the situation.

When the other elders were pushed back by Cheon Mubaeck and were in a crisis, he would dig in with a clever move and return it to nothing.

Even though his offensive was repeatedly returned to nothing, Cheon Mubaeck rather laughed as if he were enjoying it.

Cheon Mubaeck suddenly picked up the skewer-like sword of the dead Ghost-Faced Asura.

A sword in each hand.

"The Blood Demon Sect was annihilated by the Red Blood Sword Demon."

"..."

"Do you know how your ancestors died?"

"What do you mean..."

"You spread a rumor that this was the tomb of the Red Blood Sword Demon, didn't you?"

Do Mun-tak looked at Cheon Mubaeck with a look that was hard to understand.

No, on the contrary, he was now drawing attention by answering Cheon Mubaeck's words.

At that moment.

The fifth elder and the seventh elder attempted a surprise attack from behind Cheon Mubaeck.

'We've done it!'

It was a perfect surprise attack.

Even if he couldn't kill him, he would at least suffer a fatal wound! Do Mun-tak immediately raised his internal qi. He was planning to make the final finish himself.

But soon his body stopped in its tracks.

Puaaak!

The scene that unfolded before his eyes was beyond common sense. A red blood mist swirled around Cheon Mubaeck. The body of the fifth elder was cut in his left hand, and the body of the seventh elder was pierced in his right hand.

Only then did Do Mun-tak understand.

Cheon Mubaeck, who was covered in blood and had a white smile on his face.

He was definitely not a martial artist.

He was a ghost. A ghost crazy about the sword. A ghost crazy about slaughter.

The Red Blood Sword Demon, who had dyed his whole body with blood.

That's right.

This was not the tomb of the Red Blood Sword Demon.

"The tomb made by the Red Blood Sword Demon..."

It was the tomb of the Blood Demon Sect.

(End of Chapter)