Chapter 621 – Red Sky (2)

Today’s Tyrant Hero.

Bold, handsome features. Rather than being some transcendent, it gave the impression of a solid sword molded into human appearance. Yet somehow it was also the face of a man who might have children.

The word multifaceted was correct.

Step.

Leather shoes unhesitatingly parting the hem of worn pink robes. His gait wasn’t as heavy as his epithet either.

Just a feeling of legs full of muscle above thick ankles seeped through.

But he forcibly drew people’s gazes.

Then when the assembly suddenly came to their senses, the Tyrant Hero was already meeting eyes at close range with the being he had chosen. Now it was Northern Blade’s turn.

Ma Yeon-jeok looked up diagonally at the giant transcendent on horseback. With his hands clasped behind his back like an old man.

“That axe must surely be a divine weapon.”

It was a tone saying it should be so.

An obstinate temperament flowed from all his behavior. The sight of him staring intently at the axe blade stained with Jeong Yeon-shin’s blood.

Northern Blade was actually sheathing his axe at his waist while gripping a long crescent blade.

[Of course it’s a divine weapon. Even thin northern winds become divine weapons when caught in our hands, don’t they? As the previous third generation, you should know well.]

“What nonsense is that?”

When Ma Yeon-jeok, who had somehow lightly clenched his fist, responded perfunctorily.

Northern Blade’s warhorse raised its front hooves like lightning striking upward.

Horsemanship faster than any sound. As soon as the shadow of man and horse covered Ma Yeon-jeok, overwhelming shock waves burst from the two hooves.

Clang!

Wind pressure that conversely crushed and annihilated those hazy explosive force waves. It was precisely the palm technique explosive force caused by Ma Yeon-jeok’s hand gesture.

His technique was clearly visible. Because space itself had distorted. The palm force rose to the warhorse’s hooves and was on the verge of completely severing the upper body.

[Not a chance.]

Northern Blade’s will rang out across the instant. A feeling that he had prepared for such a deadly strike seeped through.

Before long, it was an instant until he, standing on the warhorse’s long neck, cut the palm force’s pulse with his crescent blade.

The giant spear blade swam through distorted space.

Bang— Bang— Crash—!

Roars that broke strangely fragmentedly in a brief moment. Because both sides’ explosive forces were transcendentally dense.

Then Northern Blade’s eyes were filled with some leather shoe. Void-treading that crushed the atmosphere of exchanging moves. It was Ma Yeon-jeok who had somehow stepped on his opponent’s eye level with hands clasped behind his back.

The scene of suddenly trampling Northern Blade’s head unfolded fragmentedly like a moth’s wingbeats.

Too fast.

Bang!

Northern Blade, who blocked his forehead with a hand axe drawn like lightning, descended with his warhorse. The roar that violently shook the palace floor like that continued to the rear wall.

Jeong Yeon-shin was driving the Dragon Ring Sword that had emerged from behind Aisin-Gioro Black Return into the palace wall.

“…!”

It was irresistible sword force.

Fragments of the sword-blue discolored blade scattered with clanging sounds. The scene of fixing the demon realm’s next emperor bodily to the wall.

Jeong Yeon-shin whispered quietly to Black Return.

“Don’t move. You’ll die if the sword is pulled out.”

“This much wasn’t…!”

It was when a groan mixed with great anger flowed from below Black Return’s long mustache. Suddenly Yong Hye-myeong’s voice rang from afar.

“Did you use it handily? I’m taking it back. This side is also urgent.”

The Dragon Ring Sword that had rung by itself was pulled from Jeong Yeon-shin’s grip like a ray of light, then flew back to the stone chair at the head seat.

It was simultaneous with the sword body shaking off its dark blue radiance and regaining its rainbow color.

Before blood could burst from Black Return’s abdomen, Jeong Yeon-shin reverse-gripped and drew the ceremonial sword, driving it into Black Return and the wall again.

Kugugugugung!

Belated shock waves followed the picture-like sword drawing trajectory, creating hazy ripples.

“You’ll really die if the sword is pulled out.”

Jeong Yeon-shin whispered again. Black Return had been about to emit transcendent black light for an instant but stopped, showing the whites of both eyes.

He had briefly fainted. But even that was momentary – within a single breath he lowered his pupils and regained focus.

This is what happens when the vitality unique to peerless masters mixes with Yao tribe robustness.

Simultaneously.

A long shadow fell across Jeong Yeon-shin’s back.

“……”

A thrill already imprinted in his body raced down his spine. A presence that seemed to freeze a person’s entire meridians to the bone.

It was none other than the Southern Emperor’s approach.

There was only one person under heaven who possessed such temperamental presence. That’s why he was the Northern Region’s greatest. One who combined an emperor’s caliber with martial prowess of being below one and above ten thousand.

Jeong Yeon-shin ignored it.

Step.

He naturally stepped on Black Return’s knee and climbed up. Their eye levels matched.

The Southern Emperor’s successor who still glared proudly. A Northern King who had made even his elder brother, who had been very likely as the next emperor, kneel through martial prowess. He wouldn’t be broken by anyone in a battle of wills.

Black Return spoke in a toneless voice.

“I know why Dragon Sound Sasa King turned her back on us. You are a divine sword, not a vessel to contain people. You’ve been like that since the moment you set foot in the demon realm.”

[Northern Emperor, stop.]

Meanwhile, while the Southern Emperor was completely covering Jeong Yeon-shin’s back like a ghost.

Jeong Yeon-shin struck Black Return’s head seven times with his hand containing Brilliant River.

One breath for the whitened hand to travel back and forth in ultra-close combat range. The actual roar from the consecutively exploding explosive force waves was only once.

Crash!

The wall behind his head was carved out deeply like a spider web. Jeong Yeon-shin’s whisper overlapped with the tremendous vibration.

“You mustn’t die. You are the world’s turning point.”

“…!”

This time Jeong Yeon-shin glanced to confirm Black Return, whose eyes had completely rolled back, then turned around. Along with the thought that Heaven Steel Light Armor was good for this reason.

Because it made it easy to subdue opponents like immortals from beyond heaven.

‘Since it doesn’t break with non-overlapping Brilliant River.’

Meanwhile, he leaned his shoulder back while in mid-air. Divine technique Wind God. Movement that seemed to add Divine Beggar Zhu Guang’s shoulder dance.

Whoooong!

The Southern Emperor’s hand blade that had charged to his eyes grazed his nose tip and fell. The facial internal energy barrier rippled semi-transparently as if hit by an earthquake for an instant.

When the hand blade’s aftermath pressed his protective energy with violent trembling, Jeong Yeon-shin rotated like a leaf flowing with water and passed the Southern Emperor. It was a situation where they instantly faced each other’s backs.

In that state, the Southern Emperor spoke.

[Did you inherit the Beggar Sect Leader’s lightness skill?]

“I’m in the process of inheriting it.”

[A Divine Sword Group Leader who reached the fastest under heaven… There won’t be another such threat to our nation.]

“I might become even faster if I drink alcohol.”

Jeong Yeon-shin, who had slowly turned around, continued with a peaceful face.

“I’m prepared to accept if you offer a drink.”

Simultaneously, the Southern Emperor’s gaze pierced down through dark mist. Divine art eye technique Wolf Gaze Eyes. Dense and concentrated gaze originating from jet-black eye-light.

[……]

The expression on Jeong Yeon-shin’s face that the Northern Region’s greatest examined at this moment was somehow calm like clouds flowing across the night sky rather than indifferent.

Moonlight-like resentment was continuously hidden and revealed by something, then faintly repeated becoming hazy.

Someone like the Southern Emperor would immediately recognize what that was. It was none other than great cause.

[…Regardless of the direction of change, I’ve seen someone whose temperament changed as completely as yours. A monk who held naadam once on this land and returned was like that. Beomheo. Shaolin’s abbot.]

“I met another grandfather on this land. A benefactor to whom I should properly observe three years of mourning…”

Jeong Yeon-shin answered calmly.

By then, all directions were filled with winds distorted by peerless masters. Of course, roars filled the hall.

Nevertheless, Jeong Yeon-shin’s voice clearly pierced everyone’s ears.

“…!”

Ma Yeon-jeok completely crushing Northern Blade’s axe stuck at his waist and sturdy side muscles with one punch.

Yong Hye-myeong casually brushing away net-like woven trajectories of red crescent blades, five-colored twin palms, sword energy with feathers, etc. with rainbow-colored sword strikes.

Ma Yeon-jeok on the right, the ruined sword on the left. Each with slight advantage and clear disadvantage respectively.

Simultaneously, a balance that could collapse at any moment was gradually dominating the palace. Like invisible walls had formed between battlefields.

Crash!

While hazy dust exploded like star clusters from various walls, absurdly condensed explosive forces struck each other and burst suppressed shock waves.

That alone was enough for the palace to begin collapsing entirely. While pouring black stone dust like a waterfall.

Young Heavenly Demon Invincible, gripping Dragon Sound Sasa King by the nape, was somehow observing from above in the void.

The center was Jeong Yeon-shin and the Southern Emperor.

[Give me alcohol…]

The Southern Emperor slowly continued.

[I already want to face you in combat. But I intend never to do so. Clans in chaotic times walk the path of destruction if they don’t found nations. To find another way, too many lives rest on my shoulders.]

“Then we must compare martial arts.”

Jeong Yeon-shin lightly clenched his bare fist then opened it. His chivalry, as the Divine Sword Group Leader’s conviction, would discuss great principles but wasn’t weak.

Then.

“Go easy there…!”

Upright Star’s groan flowed from the left with feigned composure.

She had somehow shattered his stone seat to pieces. At this moment, she was stepping on stone fragments and descending while pressing down the Dragon Ring Sword with her giant crescent blade.

Simultaneously, Lu Ban Heavenly Emperor’s feather wrapped in bluish starlight struck Yong Hye-myeong’s back with a bang.

Whoooosh!

In an instant, rainbow-colored scale-shaped internal energy barriers were revealed. Yong Hye-myeong’s protective energy. Technique even Jeong Yeon-shin had never seen.

At this moment, it was splendidly scattering sparks from friction with the sword energy, meaning he was gradually being cornered.

It was natural for anyone to find it hard to endure the joint attack of Upright Star among the Six Star Lords and two Northern Kings.

It was then that the will of Dharma King, the old monk from the Western Regions who seemed to be observing from afar for a moment, rang like an echo.

[Vengeful Destruction of Ming.]

It was Transcendent Martial Art. The first to be activated in the palace. Technique that pierced through some peerless master’s life in one move. For a moment, Dharma King’s right hand burst with overwhelming resonant sound like a gong and was dyed brilliant pure white.

Bang!

Simultaneously, the Southern Emperor stamped his foot in place.

Kugugugugugugugugugugung!

Tremendous vibrations spread throughout Black Capital. The scale was of different caliber.

A nation’s formation constructed by drawing in all sorts of precious treasures and true energy absorption techniques, as well as the innate earth energy of corpses accumulated underground in the demon realm until now.

[Change. My Body.]

With one gesture from the Southern Emperor, the Fighting God’s return abilities were fundamentally reversed. He had twisted the mysteries so that the technique’s power would concentrate entirely on himself alone.

One who had set foot in Black Capital.

It was like entering the Southern Emperor’s domain.

Woooooong!

Instantly, the space inside the palace drew dizzy circles like a semi-transparent mandala.

Stone fragments that had been scattered at Jeong Yeon-shin’s feet were pushed ten zhang away like a lie, and Heaven Palace King’s head, which had been bouncing and rolling far away, was placed beneath his feet instead.

Imperial martial arts.

He kneaded even the palace interior with overwhelming explosive force that pushed and pulled everything. An ability that arbitrarily changed the battlefield’s arrangement. It seemed like toying with space.

Simultaneously.

Whoosh!

“…!”

The Southern Emperor who had been staring at Jeong Yeon-shin and Dharma King who had been about to deliver one palm of Transcendent Martial Art to Yong Hye-myeong switched positions.

Jeong Yeon-shin made his hand white-hot and met gazes with Dharma King who was bending his waist at close range.

Vengeful Destruction of Ming. The right palm.

It was an instant before some unknown Transcendent Martial Art charged into Jeong Yeon-shin’s abdomen. It was then that Jeong Yeon-shin caught Dharma King’s right palm in that moment stretched like eternity.

The young Divine Sword Group Leader was already preparing his own sword drawing with bare hands. It was a technique that had taken long to reach this moment.

Heaven Breaking.

Kurrrrring—

Jeong Yeon-shin slowly raised his arm. Not Dharma King’s hand but gentle light clusters were being lifted up.

Not only the palm force that had been dyeing Dharma King’s right palm white earlier, but the Heaven Steel Light Armor he had been wearing was being peeled off like a coat made of light.

“……”

The battlefield stopped for a moment.

“Are you cold?”

Jeong Yeon-shin asked quietly.