Heavenly Inquisition Sword Novel - Chapter 246
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Chapter 246: Are You Also a Yeon?
Pii-ri-ri-ri, pii-ri, pii, pii.
Large drops of sweat formed on Im Jeondo’s forehead, the Talhonsaljeok, as he played the flute.
At first, when he was only facing the thirty scouts, he had the upper hand.
But the situation reversed when the Grandmaster Swordsman Lee Eojeong and the masters of the main corps joined the battle.
He had to use his sound art for defense instead of attack.
The fifty members of the Yoomyung Cult, along with Haji Kang and the disciples of the Shinwol Temple (Temple of the New Moon) and Eunha Manor, were not enough.
When the main corps joined, the masters of the Azure Dragon Division advanced with unstoppable momentum.
Im Jeondo looked ahead with anxious eyes.
He saw the Grandmaster Swordsman and the masters of the Seven Sects advancing like furious lions.
Although Haji Kang was facing the Grandmaster Swordsman, it didn’t seem like he could hold out much longer.
‘It’s time for Dokshimgwi Yang Soran and her group to move…’
But no matter how much he strained his neck to see, the rear of the Azure Dragon Division remained calm.
“Ah!”
“Ugh!”
The disciples of Shinwol Temple and Eunha Manor began to fall one by one, having reached their limit.
Im Jeondo channeled his internal energy to the maximum.
There was no time to lose.
Pii-ri-ri-ri, pii.
The members of the Yoomyung Cult surrounding Im Jeondo were pushed back by the force.
The masters of the Azure Dragon Division who were directly hit by the sound art fell to the ground with cries of pain.
“Ugh!”
“Aaaah!”
Blood spurted from the seven orifices of the Azure Dragon Division masters rolling on the ground.
Seeing this, Lee Eojeong shouted “You!” and lunged at Im Jeondo.
“I won’t allow it!”
Haji Kang tenaciously blocked Lee Eojeong’s path.
Enraged, Lee Eojeong swung his sword violently, cutting through Haji Kang’s torso.
Shu-ga-gak.
From the tip of Lee Eojeong’s sword, a blade of energy extended a foot (about 30 centimeters).
Surprised by the sudden energy blade, Haji Kang swung his great sword wildly.
Bang, bang.
Explosions were heard each time the energy blade and the great sword clashed.
Although he managed to block the attacks, the extra length of the sword’s blade caused Haji Kang to finally take a hit to the shoulder.
“Ugh!”
It was a deep wound that exposed the bone.
Seeing Haji Kang in danger, Im Jeondo played the flute again, targeting the Grandmaster Swordsman.
Pii-ri.
Lee Eojeong unleashed the first move of his Eight Extremes Heavenly Sword, Heaven Piercing Slash, in response to the incoming sound energy.
Kwa-gwang.
With a thunderous sound, the energy dispersed in all directions.
Haji Kang’s wounded torso shook violently under the energy blast.
Lee Eojeong didn’t miss the opportunity.
His sword, tracing a semicircle in the air, came down in a vertical arc.
It was the second move of his Eight Extremes Heavenly Sword, Thunderous Collapse.
Flash.
Before Haji Kang could react, an energy blade crashed into his head.
Kwa-jik.
Haji Kang died instantly, without even a scream, as his head was crushed.
His body began to convulse violently.
As Lee Eojeong looked at the convulsing corpse with a perplexed expression.
Pii-ri-ri-ri, pii.
Another wave of sound energy swept across the battlefield.
The sound was much louder and more piercing than before.
“Aaaah!”
“Enough!”
A dozen Azure Dragon Division masters grabbed their ears and rolled on the ground.
Lee Eojeong hesitated for a moment.
It was a truly desperate situation.
He had to decide whether to face Im Jeondo or deal with the corpse transforming into a demon.
If he made a mistake, there could be two demons on the battlefield.
Pii-ri.
Another group of Azure Dragon Division masters fell.
As Lee Eojeong hesitated, the Quanzhen Sect master, Mu Jong, shouted:
“Master Lee! We must eliminate that man first. We have the Demon Extermination Division!”
“Agreed! Bring the Demon Extermination Division!”
Lee Eojeong left the corpse transforming into a demon and ran towards Im Jeondo.
Too many masters were dying in front of him; he had no other choice.
Im Jeondo looked around anxiously as Lee Eojeong approached.
Only about twenty members of the Yoomyung Cult remained.
Thirty had died.
Haji Kang, of the Temple of the New Moon, had already perished.
Seeing his body writhing like a fish thrown on land, it seemed the demon was about to emerge.
However, the rear of the Azure Dragon Division remained calm.
‘That fox has deceived us!’
Finally, Im Jeondo realized that he and Haji Kang had been betrayed by Yang Soran.
By now, Yang Soran’s group should have attacked the rear and killed the sorcerers.
He had taken precautions, but he was deceived. He didn’t expect Yang Soran to sacrifice even the disciples of Eunha Manor to achieve this.
‘Why?’
He didn’t understand why that old fox wanted to kill them.
‘Was there another plan besides killing the sorcerers?’
He had no idea, no matter how much he thought about it.
At moments like this, he envied smart people.
Then he heard a strange sound.
“Tss, tss, tss.”
It sounded like the whispering of a bamboo forest in a storm.
Im Jeondo looked around for the source of the sound.
‘Ah!’
The flute fell from Im Jeondo’s mouth as he saw the scene in front of him.
What name should he give to that?
A snake’s body as thick as a tree trunk with a human head.
The huge head, the size of a cauldron lid, looked down from a height of three jang (about 9 meters).
Between lips that stretched to the ears, a forked tongue flicked in and out, producing the sound “tss, tss, tss.”
Just for that, it seemed like a snake.
But the black and red skin, cracked like a turtle shell, and the acrid smoke emanating from its body, no one could call it a snake.
‘That is truly a Thunder God.’
Regaining his senses, Im Jeondo quickly brought the flute to his lips.
But it was already too late.
After cutting down the members of the Yoomyung Cult, Lee Eojeong stopped two jang (about 6 meters) away from Im Jeondo.
Im Jeondo and Lee Eojeong stared at each other in silence for a moment.
Then, mocking laughter was heard from the air.
“Je, je, je.”
In the next moment, Im Jeondo and Lee Eojeong moved at the same time.
Pii.
“Ack!”
The sword that shot out like an arrow pierced Im Jeondo’s neck and then returned to Lee Eojeong.
Using his sword control technique, Lee Eojeong killed Im Jeondo and quickly turned around.
The Thunder God, who had advanced stealthily, swung its tail.
Hwi-ing.
Lee Eojeong jumped into the air to avoid the strike.
Suddenly, a puff of acrid smoke enveloped him.
He looked up and saw two short front claws rapidly approaching.
“It’s nothing but a demon!”
Lee Eojeong channeled the energy of his technique into his sword.
The sword shone with a blinding light.
Lee Eojeong’s sword and the Thunder God’s front claws clashed.
Clang, clang.
The Thunder God’s claws bounced off Lee Eojeong’s sword.
Realizing that its claws wouldn’t penetrate, the Thunder God inhaled deeply.
It was about to release a poisonous cloud.
Lee Eojeong quickly used his movement technique to descend rapidly to the ground.
Whoosh.
A green cloud of poison shot out from the Thunder God’s mouth.
The cloud flew directly towards Lee Eojeong.
Lee Eojeong used his movement technique to circle around the Thunder God.
Whoosh, whoosh.
Each time Lee Eojeong moved, the poison fell around him.
The masters of the Cheongseong and Quanzhen sects, who inhaled the poisonous cloud, fell one after another.
Just as Lee Eojeong was about to complete a circle around the Thunder God.
Kra-la-la-la.
A sharp sound resonated across the battlefield.
It was a different sound from that of the Thunder God.
‘Oh, no!’
Suddenly, Lee Eojeong realized that Im Jeondo had also transformed into a demon while he was pursuing him.
‘And the sorcerers?’
Without their help, it would be difficult to overcome this situation.
As he continued to use his movement technique, he directed his gaze towards the main corps.
Mu Jong, the Quanzhen Sect master, should be arriving with the sorcerers any moment.
“Attack!”
Yang Soran, who had been hiding, led the remaining fifty members of the Yoomyung Cult in a charge against the Azure Dragon Division.
“It’s an ambush! Protect the Demon Extermination Division!”
The Virtue Swordsman, Lee Yeon-ik, took the lead with the sorcerers along with the disciples of Uicheon Sect.
The masters of the Peng Clan, realizing the situation, quickly joined forces to close the gaps.
Immediately, a chaotic battle erupted between the masters of the small sects and the members of the Yoomyung Cult.
Although the Yoomyung Cult members were fewer in number, the masters of the small sects couldn’t repel them.
The skill of Yang Soran, Hyeolgum, Musanggwi, and Muyeonggwi was extraordinary.
Before half of a quarter of an hour (about 7 minutes) passed, the masters of the small sects had opened a path for Yang Soran and the three Demon Warriors.
Yang Soran, leading the Demon Warriors and the Yoomyung Cult members, charged towards the sorcerers.
The distance between the two groups narrowed to three jang (about 9 meters).
Lee Yeon-ik, who had firmly held his position, advanced towards Yang Soran.
“Dokshimgwi! Why have you come here from Musansocho to seek your death?”
“Hahaha! Who says that? You should have stayed in Uicheon Sect! You might have at least kept one arm. Since we’re here, I’ll finish cutting it off.”
At Yang Soran’s mocking words, Lee Yeon-ik, gritting his teeth, launched his sword like lightning.
Yang Soran, as if waiting, countered with her own sword.
Cha-cha-cha-chang.
As the battle between the two began, Peng Manho charged towards Musanggwi.
“I haven’t forgotten what you did in Changju twenty years ago! The enemy is on a narrow bridge. Today I will kill you to avenge my nephew’s death.”
“Hahaha. Changju? I’ve killed so many idiots I don’t even remember. Come on, I’m in a hurry.”
Peng Manho, shouting “Die!”, lunged at Musanggwi.
A fierce battle began between Peng Manho and Musanggwi.
Mu Jong, the Quanzhen Sect Master, sighed at the unexpected development.
It seems he won’t be able to bring the sorcerers to the Grandmaster Swordsman.
As he stood there, bewildered, Hyeolgum looked at him with an expression of “now it’s your turn” and moved her finger.
Muyeonggwi, who was left alone, looked around with cunning eyes.
With the Grandmaster Swordsman, the Peng Clan master, and the Quanzhen Sect master occupied, he had no opponent.
Muyeonggwi charged straight ahead.
Like a lion among a pack of dogs, Muyeonggwi swung his sword back and forth.
Cha-chang, chang.
“Ugh!”
“Agh!”
In the blink of an eye, two disciples of the Uicheon Sect fell dead.
The defensive formation, which had been solid, collapsed immediately.
Muyeonggwi didn’t miss the opportunity and charged towards the sorcerers.
“Help me!”
“Please, spare us!”
As Muyeonggwi approached, the sorcerers screamed for mercy.
But Muyeonggwi only swung his sword in silence.
“Ack!”
“Gah!”
Like a farmer harvesting, Muyeonggwi quickly killed the sorcerers.
Just as his sword was about to strike Gong Sangju.
Suddenly, a sword appeared out of nowhere, deflecting Muyeonggwi’s sword.
Muyeonggwi, annoyed, delivered a powerful strike without closely examining his opponent.
Swish.
The blade shot towards the opponent’s neck like lightning.
But the opponent didn’t give in easily.
He slid to the side like a cloud, avoiding the strike and counterattacking.
Swish, swish, swish.
Three sword lights flew towards Muyeonggwi’s head, chest, and waist.
Surprised by the unexpected sword skill, Muyeonggwi stepped back.
Finally, he closely observed his opponent and saw that it was a young man.
Curious, he asked:
“Who are you?”
“I am Yeon Mubaek.”
“Damn it! Are you also a Yeon?”
Annoyed, Muyeonggwi prepared for a serious battle.
Although the young man’s sword skill was impressive, he was still an unknown.
Though he regretted wasting his skill, he had to kill him quickly to deal with the sorcerers.
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