Chapter 112. Huh?

Jeok Song-ja’s Taoist robe was in tatters, and his left shoulder, pierced by the Sword Control Arrow, was bandaged, making it clear that he had suffered a considerable injury.

However, it didn’t seem to be a fatal wound.

His right shoulder and arm, which he used to wield his sword, were unharmed, so there would be no problem in fighting.

Well, that must be why he had been able to persistently chase Jin Cheon and the Blood Qilin for a full day, launching sword powerful qi at them.

“You bastards will never leave this place.”

Jeok Song-ja approached Jin Cheon and the Blood Qilin with the Light-Splitting Swordsmen.

That wasn’t all.

“You cannot even imagine how you will repay the blood debt of the Diancang disciples.”

“I will make you beg for death instead.”

Behind Jin Cheon and the Blood Qilin, the elders of the Diancang Sect and the masters of the Righteous Heavenly Alliance were gradually closing the distance.

‘It won’t be easy to even hold on.’

Jin Cheon gritted his teeth.

There were just too many enemies.

Moreover, they were all masters, at least at the level of a peak master, so he couldn’t take them lightly.

If they were just a bunch of nobodies, he wouldn’t be afraid even if a thousand of them charged at him, but weren’t his opponents the masters that the Diancang Sect, a member of the Nine Sects One Gang, prided itself on?

No matter how much he had reached the state of Extreme Demon and completed the Heavenly Demon Divine Qi, Demonic King, with such a difference in forces, he would have to be prepared to risk his life.

But it didn’t matter.

Didn’t he resolve to do this from the beginning, knowing that his life would be in danger?

‘Yes, this is the life of a martial artist.’

Jin Cheon recalled his master, the Azure Heaven Divine Warrior’s teaching not to feel wronged even if he died at any time, and drew his sword.

“If we talk about our grudges, there will be no end to it, so let’s just talk with our swords.”

Without asking about right and wrong.

As Jin Cheon said, there probably wasn’t much that needed to be said to each other.

“I’ll see how long you can afford to be so relaxed.”

Jeok Song-ja growled at Jin Cheon.

He had already shed the appearance of a Taoist who had turned his back on the secular world.

He had descended the mountain due to the death of his disciple, the Diancang Divine Sword, but after witnessing the gruesome slaughter of the Three Swords of Diancang right before his eyes, it was no exaggeration to say that his cultivation had been broken.

The current Jeok Song-ja was not a Taoist, but a single martial artist.

He had returned to the state he was in back then, during the First Righteous-Demonic War, when he had made a name for himself by cutting down numerous demonic practitioners.

“The sword of the great Diancang will punish the demonic!”

Jeok Song-ja rushed towards Jin Cheon.

At the same time, the Light-Splitting Swordsmen and the elders of the Diancang Sect also charged at the Blood Qilin.

Kang, kaang!

Jin Cheon’s sword, clad in the black powerful qi of the Extinction Kalpa Flame Seal, and Jeok Song-ja’s sword, clad in the orange powerful qi of the Sun-Piercing Sword Art, clashed.

Following that, a fierce close-quarters battle unfolded.

‘He’s strong, as expected.’

He had felt it before, but Jin Cheon had to admit once again that Jeok Song-ja was by no means an easy opponent.

Jeok Song-ja’s sword could by no means be called Taoist.

This old Taoist, who was nearly eighty years old, wielded a highly practical sword, as if to prove that he had fought numerous real battles in the past.

He didn’t just stick to the form of the Sun-Piercing Sword Art, that is, the forms, but dealt with Jin Cheon by mixing in appropriate improvisations from time to time.

The true qi contained in his sword was also truly great.

As someone who had trained in the Diancang Sect’s heart art for decades, not only the amount of his internal energy but also its purity was truly extraordinary.

It seemed that it wasn’t for nothing that he could push back even the demonic qi of the Extinction Kalpa Flame Seal contained in Jin Cheon’s sword.

“Child’s play ends here.”

As Jin Cheon said that, he released all the demonic qi he had, his vast internal energy.

Hwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak!

The demonic qi began to encroach on the surrounding area.

“Hut!”

Jeok Song-ja hastily put distance between himself and Jin Cheon.

The demonic qi that erupted from Jin Cheon was so powerful that even Jeok Song-ja had instinctively avoided approaching it.

* * *

To say that Jin Cheon’s release of demonic qi was simply powerful would be an understatement.

“Wh-what is this!”

“Kugh!”

Jin Cheon’s enemies were enveloped in the illusion that it was as if it had become night.

It was clearly a bright day without a single cloud in the sky, but when Jin Cheon released his demonic qi, the situation changed.

It went beyond the surroundings becoming dark; it was to the point where it even felt like they had been dragged down to the hell of the netherworld.

But that was merely a thought; what was actually felt was far more than that.

Jin Cheon’s demonic qi, in itself, was so intense that it went beyond being a threat and inflicted damage on the enemies; it was like a weapon in itself.

“Kugh!”

“Ughhh!”

The Light-Splitting Swordsmen clutched their chests and writhed in pain.

Not only did they feel a tightness as if someone was strangling them, but their blood qi was boiling, making it difficult to even move their bodies.

Even the Light-Splitting Swordsmen, the elite of the elite of the Diancang Sect, found it difficult to resist the dense demonic qi that Jin Cheon was emitting.

If even the Light-Splitting Swordsmen were like that, there was no need to mention the rest.

“Gwaaaaaaaargh!”

Vomiting what was in their stomachs was just child’s play.

“Keok, keoheok!”

Those who simply coughed up blood and collapsed were also a common case.

“Gueok, gueoooooook!”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!”

Those with weak internal energy collapsed with their eyes rolled back, bleeding from the seven orifices, or in severe cases, even died on the spot, bleeding from the nine orifices.

In such a situation, the enemies could not easily approach not only Jin Cheon but also the Blood Qilin.

Except for Jeok Song-ja and the Diancang elders, they could not dare to withstand the demonic qi that Jin Cheon was emitting.

“Kugh.”

An eerie sound flowed from Jin Cheon’s mouth.

Swoosh!

An truly eerie gleam of light relentlessly shot out from Jin Cheon’s two eyes, which had now turned purple.

“I will kill you.”

Jin Cheon’s voice echoed as if it were resonating.

It would be no different from the voice of the Demonic King.

Wasn’t Jin Cheon the Heavenly Demon’s Physique, the incarnation of the demonic?

“I’ll go first.”

Jin Cheon leaped towards Jeok Song-ja again.

“……!”

The surprised Jeok Song-ja hastily released his true qi and confronted the charging Jin Cheon.

Hwaaaak!

Jeok Song-ja also released all the true qi he had at once to resist the demonic qi.

Since Jin Cheon was giving it his all, Jeok Song-ja also had no choice but to give it his all.

Soon, a truly earth-shattering battle unfolded between Jin Cheon and Jeok Song-ja.

Boom, kaboom!

Jjeeeeeong!

Every time Jin Cheon’s sword and Jeok Song-ja’s sword clashed, a powerful shockwave erupted, and powerful qi scattered in all directions, laying waste to the area.

It was so fast that most people couldn’t even see the movements of Jin Cheon and Jeok Song-ja properly.

And it was actually so.

Jin Cheon and Jeok Song-ja were already in a realm where everything they saw and felt was slowed down, exchanging blows.

Chwaaaaa!

The demonic qi that erupted from Jin Cheon’s sword swirled like a vortex and swept over Jeok Song-ja.

“Ack!”

A scream finally burst from Jeok Song-ja’s mouth.

Jeok Song-ja’s left arm had been blown away.

However, Jeok Song-ja was not the only one who suffered a loss.

Flash!

Swaaaaaa!

Jeok Song-ja poured hundreds of bundles of powerful qi at Jin Cheon.

Sword Rain, one of the three great ultimate techniques of the Sun-Piercing Sword Art.

It was a form that could be called the essence of the Diancang Sect’s martial arts, said to be comparable to the famous Myriad Flower Rain of the Sichuan Tang Clan.

Boom boom, boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom boom!

The bundles of powerful qi from the Sword Rain exploded all over Jin Cheon’s body.

If it were an ordinary person, their body would have been shattered to pieces, or they would have died with holes all over them.

However, Jin Cheon’s defensive power was no different from that of a strange and powerful being.

He emitted demonic qi to protect his body with a protective powerful qi, and with the Nine-headed Dragon Robe on top of that, it was no exaggeration to say that Jin Cheon’s defensive power was beyond that of a Diamond Indestructible Body.

“This one hurts a bit. I’ll probably get some bruises.”

Jin Cheon gave a nonchalant grin and approached Jeok Song-ja.

“Wh-what is this.”

Jeok Song-ja unknowingly took a few steps back.

Even Jeok Song-ja, who had fought countless demonic practitioners during the First Righteous-Demonic War, had never felt such pressure and oppression as he did from Jin Cheon.

To think he would be fine even after being hit by the Sword Rain…

“It’s my turn again.”

Jin Cheon leaped towards the surprised Jeok Song-ja.

The battle resumed, but the situation was different from before.

“Hup!”

Jeok Song-ja swallowed a gasp and focused solely on defense, unable to even properly counterattack.

Jin Cheon’s full-power martial might was so overwhelming that even Jeok Song-ja had no choice but to be on the defensive.

Then, at some point.

Chwaaaaaa!

Jin Cheon’s sword fell from above, straight down onto the top of Jeok Song-ja’s head.

“……!”

Jeok Song-ja stopped dead in his tracks, as if time had frozen.

After a brief moment.

Jeok Song-ja’s body split in two with a crack and collapsed.

Split in two.

His body had been split vertically.

* * *

“……!”

The shock received by those who witnessed Jeok Song-ja’s death was beyond imagination.

What kind of person was Jeok Song-ja?

Wasn’t he the greatest master that the Diancang Sect had produced in the last hundred years, who had been active since the First Righteous-Demonic War and made a name for himself?

Not a single person had expected that such a great tree would be cut in two and slaughtered by the Seventh Young Master of the Demonic Cult.

No matter how much he was the Seventh Young Master of the Demonic Cult, wasn’t his opponent just a person of a prodigy’s age?

Thanks to that, not only did the fight stop, but the Diancang Sect, as well as the Righteous Heavenly Alliance and the government forces, fell into chaos.

“E-elder master!”

“The elder master… the elder master…”

While everyone was too flustered and devastated to even speak.

“Ugh.”

Jin Cheon clutched his side and collapsed.

“What, are you hurt?”

The Blood Qilin, who had been fighting the elders of the Diancang Sect, rushed to Jin Cheon.

“Yes, well. I took a hit too.”

Jin Cheon laughed, showing his side slightly.

The decisive blow that Jeok Song-ja had delivered at the last moment had pierced Jin Cheon’s side, specifically between his ribs.

How fierce must it have been to have pierced even the Nine-headed Dragon Robe?

Of course, the Nine-headed Dragon Robe had already completed its self-repair, and Jin Cheon’s wound was not as severe as he had thought.

The secret was thanks to the Nine-headed Dragon Robe.

Not only had the Nine-headed Dragon Robe partially offset Jeok Song-ja’s blow, but it was also granting Jin Cheon real-time recovery ability.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, except that it’s a bit hard to breathe. I can still fight.”

Jin Cheon gritted his teeth and stood up.

Although he hadn’t avoided a serious injury, it was not yet time to rest.

Wasn’t Jeok Song-ja just one of the enemies?

He was still surrounded by hundreds of enemies…

“N-now!”

Someone pointed at Jin Cheon and shouted.

“Now is the only chance! Kill him!”

“We must avenge our elder master!”

“Don’t be afraid! He is seriously injured! Now we can definitely deal with him!”

The enemies, who had come to their senses, seemed to have regained their morale and began to swarm towards Jin Cheon and the Blood Qilin like a pack of dogs.

That was a very natural thing.

If it would have ended with just killing Jeok Song-ja, why would they have run for their lives and avoided a frontal confrontation?

“Damn it. It’s one mountain after another.”

“It’s okay now.”

“Hmm?”

“Look over there.”

Jin Cheon pointed to the distant, curving direction where the Yangtze River bent.

“Huh?”

The Blood Qilin tilted his head.

Fast boats flying the flags of the Yama Fortress and the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult were approaching at a very high speed.

Jin Cheon’s bold declaration that if they just held on a little longer, their allies, the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult, would come, was by no means an empty boast.

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