Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 175



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Episode 175. The Three Kings (6)

There was no sign of difficulty in holding the hand that was as big as my face. The scene froze for a moment at the appearance of a slender woman who appeared out of nowhere and blocked Kwon-Jun’s exit.

Kwon-Jun looked down at the woman for a moment, and then immediately made a judgment.

“It’s a thousand miles.”

“Do you know me?”

“My disciple told me. I heard that he was coming here, but I didn’t know he would be this fast. Oh, is he your disciple too?”

Heavenly horse.

The eyes of everyone else there widened at the name. That woman is the Heavenly Horse?

But on the other hand, it was impossible to think of another woman who could so easily block Kwon-Jun’s advance.

Kwon-Jun’s eyes were extremely calm. In those eyes that stared at the woman in front of him with a calm expression, if there was an emotion that only Yong-Woon could sense, it was tension.

And another emotion that others may feel is-

“So why did you stop it?”

Kuu-

Victory. Even though he was injured and had to kneel down, Kwon-Jun’s body radiated endless fighting spirit and determination.

Once again, his clothes rippled and the space around him distorted. Changjon clenched his broken fist.

There’s still someone out there with that kind of power. That guy.

“It wasn’t my will-”

Cheonma closed his mouth.

“This is really making me uncomfortable. Are you even interfering with my will and emotions?”

Cheonma turned his head sharply. Far away – towards Seolhonbaeknyeo, who was looking at him with a blank expression.

“Taoism and sorcery are intertwined and tangled like this. It’s truly disgusting. As expected…”

I’d rather kill him.

The moment he made up his mind, the invisible sword slit Seolhonbaeknyeo’s neck. The injured Seolhonbaeknyeo was unable to react, and an invisible sword strike was made right in front of her neck.

Once again the golden waves rippled.

Jijik. The invisible energy was blocked by the strong energy. The light that extended from the prince’s body disintegrated the invisible energy of the heavenly horse.

Gureuk. Blood flowed from the prince’s nose. Seolhan belatedly touched his neck.

I almost died just now.

“…Yes, you are the prince. The one who considers this world his own… Sega.”

Cheonma said so without much emotion. The prince also nodded.

The prince snickered. Zhou Shi Segara, is there anyone in this world who can call the Central Plains like that?

“I’m going to see the leader of the Demonic Cult of Jianghu who disappeared long ago. Jianghu is truly an interesting place. So many dead people come back. If I were to make a Peking Opera out of everything I’ve seen in the past year, it would be a hit in Beijing.”

“hmm.”

Cheonma nodded his head.

“If you think about it, are you the mastermind?”

“What?”

“Wasn’t it the imperial family that fed that child the blood of the Heavenly Demon? That’s why my head hurts so much.”

“What is that-”

“Your Highness the Crown Prince!”

Kuung! Changjon shouted loudly, cutting off the prince’s words.

“Run away! Quickly!”

As soon as he spoke, Changjon exploded with all his power. All, even if it was just a dust that wasn’t even a fraction of the original power, but at the same time, his entire body became energized.

True energy. He was a natural talent.

The great general of the royal family. It was impossible for him not to have the secret technique of utilizing the innate energy. However, the reason he did not use it in the life-or-death battle with Kwon-Jun was because it was not an absurd divine technique that could use true energy without loss, like So-Woon-Saeng-Gong.

A powerful silver energy burst out from Changjon’s body.

Rather, the secret art of the royal family, the Manwolboilgong (晩月保日功), was a secret art that aimed for a momentary flash of light, an absolute backlight that would never fade away.

The setting moon protects the sun. A secret art that a great general who risks his life to protect the royal family, the emperor, and the country must learn ‘unconditionally’.

It was a vicious and cold-hearted secret technique created to counter the threat that was right in front of us.

The Manwolboilgong was not used by Changjon. The reason is… The life-or-death decision with Kwonjon was not for the life of the crown prince,

As Kwon-Jun said, Chang-Jun longed for battle as a warrior. His affliction, his mind. Chang-Jun had lived his entire life on the battlefield and seen blood.

A nameless soldier, born with talent and luck, has created martial arts through blood and battles. However, he cannot enjoy those martial arts. The blood on his hands is the blood of tens of thousands of lives, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers risking their lives looking only at him are on his shoulders.

It was twisted. He had to accept it at some point. When he realized it, it was already too late. In order to escape the pressure of the important position that was responsible for hundreds of thousands of lives, he became even more absorbed in the spear.

The eclipse from the first to the last, especially the end of the eclipse, was an escape route that cut through all the troubles. Even though he became a general, he refused to return to Beijing.

There were two things I was afraid of: the fear of some catastrophe at the border where I had no confidence, and the fear of being placed at the border, a quiet place where there was no blood.

That is why the time that Changjon had to stay in Beijing was always extremely, extremely short. The title of General, the duty of being the shield of the imperial family, was an honorable and proper duty, but it was also a shackle that slowly tightened his breathing.

Then the prince came. In that place where all emotions were frozen in the killing cold, the second son of the emperor came.

It was unusual, but it was considered ceremonial. Even when the eldest son was the crown prince, the prince came. Of course, it was a formal greeting and to give him the title of general.

[You must be thirsty.]

The prince, who was several times younger than himself, said so the moment he saw him.

[Do you want this war to end, but don’t you?]

The prince, who did not leave and only sent away the eunuchs, said this after seven days and nights. It was a remark that hit the nail on the head.

[Grant me that wish. In return, grant me my wish as well.]

So he said, and so it happened. All the barbarians were slaughtered, and he himself came to another battlefield, the Jianghu.

It was fun. Raising disciples and fighting against the masters of the martial arts world. Their martial arts contained their own enlightenment and the steps of life rather than just killing enemies.

The pity for the disciple, the possibility, everything, every step… was enjoyable.

He died at the hands of Kwon-Jun. It was a pity, but he thought it was better than suffering death as a general to the barbarians.

That’s why I used a secret technique that I swore I would never use.

Just now, Cheonma tried to kill the crown prince.

And Changjon, unlike Kwonjon, knew that she would actually do it.

“immediately!!!!!!!!!”

The spear was sucked into the hand of the creator on its own, and immediately, a solar eclipse and a miracle unfolded. The surprise attack that occurred with the sudden explosion of momentum stabbed the heavenly horse right in front of his nose.

Kwaaaaaaaah! A true energy that even the Creator had only read about in secret and never once used.

An explosion of extreme energy, completely uncontrollable, pierced through the clouds in the sky, but could not reach those who wanted to reach it.

Because it was higher than the sky.

Cheonma, who had leisurely stepped back, observed the gaze of the general looking at him.

“A look of determination.”

The Heavenly Horse swept my chest. A faint, non-existent pain was there.

“Your life, along with that child’s emotions, make me hesitate. That’s why.”

A black current of air rippled from Cheonma’s body.

“I’m going to kill you.”

The silvery air current of the Full Moon Boyilgong mixed with the strong energy blazed brilliantly. However, without restraint, or rather, the living energy that poured oil on the burning true energy quickly took away the life of the creator.

“hmm.”

Kwon-Jun tried to understand the situation.

The one who stopped him from taking the life of the creator is now trying to kill him.

I thought of Yongwoon’s letter. Yongwoon didn’t hesitate to share information with me. He heard everything.

The death of a close friend, the previous life of Cheonma, the imperial family, and the greed of the Mengjian Group, and strange words created in the realm of magic that he found difficult to understand.

What was important was that the father was dead, that the granddaughter had the blood of Cheonma, and that Cheonma tried to kill the granddaughter.

Blood of the Heavenly Horse.

Kwon-Jun understood the situation. He made a decision and smiled.

Instinct and reason both wanted the same action. It was the right moment to show your competitive spirit.

Cheonmada. The one I always wanted to compete with, the one who made me regret not going to Cheonsan thirty or twenty years ago.

Passion and desperation made Changjon’s body move. The blood vessels that had been damaged by Kwonjon were burning for a final struggle, and the already broken bones supported Changjon’s body as if they had forgotten the pain.

From the solar eclipse to the transplant and the eleventh eclipse, the martial arts of creation that he had learned throughout his life poured down on Cheonma at every moment.

But he couldn’t reach it. No matter how great a general he was, there was no way he could properly utilize the operation of the true energy and its secret techniques that he had only read about in books ten years ago.

Moreover, he was on the verge of death from the fight with Kwon-Jun. As the name of the secret art suggests, it was the setting moon’s last desperate attempt to protect the sun.

The rising magic energy became a demon and blocked the emergence of the Creator. Boom! As soon as the Creator thrust his divine energy into the demon’s chest, a huge spear fell from the sky above.

Around that window, countless other windows of strong energy were pouring down, and along with the extreme bloom, other types of energy were unfolding at the same time.

A desperate move to kill only one person. However, it did not reach. Along with the steps of the Heavenly Horse, waves of magic surged from the ground.

Keeeeek! In the pitch-black, terrible waves, thousands of vengeful spirits were waving their arms, yearning for life. The vengeful spirits, who were swimming in the waves, or rather, struggling to survive, were flailing their arms, and they were destroyed by the strong energy of the spear.

The waves stretched towards the sky, wrapping around the huge spear and gnawing at it. Red waves rose from the second step of the Heavenly Horse with a faint smile.

Another attack that was already reaching towards Cheonma was broken by the wave. Blood burst out of Changjon’s mouth, but it didn’t matter. Blood was already flowing out.

The Heavenly Horse stretched out his hand, and the sky darkened. At the same time, rain began to fall steadily, and the color of the rain was black.

Chiiik- Rainwater that touches the ground eats away at life. When I pointed to the creation with my outstretched hand, all the rainwater went to only one person.

The falling raindrops gained speed and became like daggers. The Creator spread out a blackout curtain. The blackout curtain, like the night sky, caught all the raindrops.

The same color but its properties are different. The emotions contained in the eyes were also the same.

Kwaaang!

The awakening that everyone knew was the last. Once again, all the prayers of creation became silent.

After pouring out his energy several times and finally getting the hang of it, he squeezes everything out and unleashes it one last time.

There is no need to look at the prognosis. To save the crown prince and the disciple.

Changjon, the prince, and Seolhonbaeknyeo met eyes.

[history.]

A short syllable.

The prince did not run away. It was true that he could not. The demonic spirit was blocking them.

The twelfth sign, the piercing. Regret, attachment, and the final thrust that pierces through and stabs everything about oneself.

“Excellent.”

Kwon-Jun muttered. It was a step forward from the one time he had been directed at himself. This short time, less than half a dharma, had brought the Twelve Consciousnesses that he had cultivated for forty years to a higher level.

If this was the case, the battle from earlier could have been decided as well.

This is what life and death were like. In a life-or-death situation, there were times when someone’s mistake determined the outcome, but there were also absurd, sudden awakenings.

Was that development really luck? Kwon-Jun didn’t think so.

Cheonma gathered all the magic energy and created one point.

The tiny dot was located exactly on the intended path.

The spear was extended. At the same time, the entire body of the creator was torn apart, starting with his arm holding the spear.

His gray hair, his wrinkled face and sunken eyes. His lifeless bones and melted muscles. Everything turned to dust the moment the spear finally touched him.

Changjon died like that without even seeing the end of the last stream he had created.

Saaaa-

The last outburst of creation that distorted space and rippled. Even though all the energy had disappeared, the damaged void was not restored for a while.

It’s short, but it contains the ninety years of a man who lived his entire life on the front lines.

Slowly, the Heavenly Horse settled down from the sky to the ground. Gulp- Blood flowed from her ears and nose.

Yojae Jinma’s eyes trembled. How long had it been since he last saw Cheonma’s blood?

Even the Dark Heavenly Demon Army couldn’t reach Cheonma to that extent. He was truly the great general of the imperial family…

But she didn’t die. She turned her head and looked at Seolhonbaeknyeo.

“…You’re angry.”

Cheonma said this while wiping the blood. His own replica containing his own blood was expressing anger towards him.

“I will do it.”

Yojae Jinma’s muttering. While Cheonma was thinking for a moment-

“What is this? It’s not like it’s some ridiculous opera…”

Kwon-Jun came forward with a smirk.

He looked at the horse and smiled faintly.

“Is this what you call empathy when you see something like this?”