The Demonic Supreme Sword Novel - Chapter 90

Chapter 90
## Chapter 90

## Chapter Title: Night Stained with Blood (2)

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Sima Geon reached the primary residence in an instant, only to witness Sima Jin and Hwang Jeong being hauled out, their complexions ghostly with dread.

His pulse turned to ice.

The energy of the Three Venerables One Heart Technique erupted from his center, surging violently through his eight extraordinary meridians.

He slammed his foot down.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion, akin to a volcanic eruption, radiated through the grounds in a massive wave of force.

The suffocating pressure, far beyond the endurance of any mortal, paralyzed everyone where they stood.

He advanced another step.

Boom!

The earth fractured and vaulted upward, sending debris flying into the sky.

A titanic vibration rattled the firmament and the soil alike, as Sima Geon’s presence draped over the entire area.

Those unable to endure the weight of his spirit fell in terror, some coughing up sprays of blood.

“Regain your focus!”

Gu Seongnyang roared, thrusting himself off the ground and soaring into the air.

With a biting whistle of wind, his strike descended toward Sima Geon.

Sima Geon’s pupils flashed.

It was a sword art he recognized—the very same style he had encountered recently within Sungmyeong Province.

‘Red Dragon Hall, it seems.’

A dark, cruel grin touched his mouth as he unsheathed his blade.

Kaboom!

A blast echoed.

Gu Seongnyang’s expression contorted in pure bewilderment. He had initiated the strike and felt certain of its success, but now…

Grinding his teeth, he vaulted again, lashing out with his weapon.

The veteran experts, arriving moments later, joined the fray from both flanks.

Sword energy, sharp as lightning bolts, pierced through the haze of dust that blanketed the clearing.

Sima Geon shifted his eyes toward the sky.

His blade, now glowing with a searing crimson heat, released a torrential burst of edge-light.

The Thunderbolt Blood Sword’s crowning move: Mad Fire.

The insatiable inferno swallowed the techniques of Gu Seongnyang and the Red Dragon Hall elders in a heartbeat, searing lethal gashes across their chests.

“Urk!”

A muffled cry broke from Gu Seongnyang.

Clasping his mangled torso, he gaped at Sima Geon in total shock.

His adversary hadn’t even been empty-handed—he had fought while supporting a wounded person with one arm.

It hadn’t required dozens of parries.

No prolonged, world-shaking duel had taken place.

A single impact, and the struggle had reached its end.

“I was told he was formidable, but…”

Gu Seongnyang’s voice died away as he coughed up blood.

Propping himself up on his sword to keep from falling, he surveyed the scene.

‘Even them.’

The three elders who had stepped in to assist him were scattered, devoid of strength.

Two showed no signs of life; the third was twitching slightly but was clearly beyond saving.

Gu Seongnyang, who had left his peaceful retirement only to participate in this hunt, finally understood the truth as he witnessed their pointless deaths. He realized why those on this mission carried such profound resentment and thirst for revenge—yet could never fully mask the terror that came with the name of the Divine Demon Division Leader, Sima Geon.

A crushing sense of worthlessness overtook him.

As his vitality drained away and his mind grew dark, screams erupted one after the other.

Forcing his heavy lids open, Gu Seongnyang turned his head with great effort.

With every stride Sima Geon took, crimson mists sprayed through the air.

The elite warriors handpicked by Red Dragon Hall for this mission struggled frantically to survive, but against Sima Geon’s steel, their efforts were futile.

Not even a second strike was needed. A lone swing ended every life.

“I-I want to keep this girl al—”

“S-Stay back!”

The heads of those holding blades to the throats of Sima Jin and Hwang Jeong were severed and sent spinning into the air.

As those heads rolled across the dirt, Gu Seongnyang’s own neck went slack.

“Big brother.”

Sima Jin sprinted toward the body collapsing forward, tears overflowing as she beat against it.

Sima Geon gave a soft, weary smile and drew her into his side.

“Forgive me. I arrived too late, didn’t I?”

“N-No.”

Though she shook her head while huddled against him, Sima Jin’s frame shuddered in a way that betrayed her words.

After a brief embrace, Sima Geon looked toward Hwang Jeong, whose face remained pale, still gripped by the shock of the event.

“I am sorry. You are constantly caught in these storms because of our family.”

“N-No, it is no matter. Those scoundrels are the ones at fault. They were hunting for Jina once more, weren’t they?”

Hwang Jeong’s features burned with indignation, perhaps because Sima Jin had recently moved past her heavenly punishment and established a true master-disciple connection with him.

“Yes. They are the same faction we encountered back in Sungmyeong Province.”

At the mention of Sungmyeong Province, Hwang Jeong’s anger boiled over.

“Vile trash! They ought to be pleading for mercy and showing remorse, not…”

Cutting himself off, Hwang Jeong’s attention moved to Manchu, who was cradled in Sima Geon’s arm.

“Oh, that’s right—please look at this one. It was hurt by those men. I managed to halt the bleeding, but the gash is quite deep.”

“Move inside, quickly.”

Alarmed, Hwang Jeong ushered them into a room utilized as a medical bay.

As Sima Jin broke away from Sima Geon and ran toward the adjacent structure, she shouted,

“I will get fresh water and bandages ready.”

“Do not delay.”

Sima Geon settled Manchu onto the treatment bed, and Hwang Jeong immediately checked the pulse and inspected the injury.

After a few quiet moments with his eyes shut, gauging the rhythm of the heart, a breath of relief left Hwang Jeong.

“What is the verdict?”

“The pulse is faint and dragging, but I believe there is no immediate cause for panic. The wound appeared catastrophic, but you closed the bleeding in time to pull it through the crisis.”

“That is a relief.”

“A true blessing it wasn’t more severe. Jina.”

Sima Jin, dabbing Manchu’s brow with a pale cloth, answered with respect.

“Yes, Master.”

“Begin by preparing these items. For lacerations of this nature…”

While Hwang Jeong guided Sima Jin through the medical steps and offered instruction, Sima Geon softly stroked the head of the unconscious Manchu.

If Manchu hadn’t risked everything to alert them to the enemy’s scheme, he would not have prevented Sima Jin’s abduction—and she might have been forced through another nightmare like the previous one.

‘I thank you. You have saved us.’

Sima Geon offered his silent, deep appreciation. However, the night was far from finished.

As Sima Geon rose to his feet, Hwang Jeong and Sima Jin looked at him with confusion.

“Those hunting us aren’t limited to these few.”

“What? You mean there are others besides this group?”

“They may be heading directly for the house. A battle could be unfolding at this very moment.”

“Big brother!”

Sima Jin pressed a hand to her mouth, her eyes widening into vast circles as tears began to pool.

“Do not fret. Cheol Woo is there, as is the elder. There are few alive who can contend with those two. However…”

The difficulty was that he could not be certain no other enemies would attack while he was away. Nor was it prudent to go back home without confirming the total strength of the Heavenly Demon Cult.

Sima Jin’s protection was his absolute priority, leaving Sima Geon caught in a moment of indecision.

Just then, a disturbance broke out at the edge of the estate.

“C-Could it be more of them?”

Hwang Jeong asked, his terror plain to see.

“It doesn’t sound like it, but I must investigate.”

Sima Geon narrowed his eyes and walked out of the infirmary.

Hwang Jeong and Sima Jin peered out from the doorway but stayed behind.

Observing the group flooding into the courtyard, a small smile formed on Sima Geon’s face.

“Who dares lay a hand on this place? Show yourselves. We will settle this.”

They were members of the Beggars’ Sect—each possessing only average martial prowess but filled with an unmatched sense of duty—who had hurried over after hearing reports of suspicious individuals entering the grounds and the sounds of combat.

A small measure of protection for Sima Jin was finally in place.

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“You tenacious bastard.”

Jwa Sogi spat a curse at Ha Huyeon, who was leaning heavily on his blade despite the blood soaking his body.

Even while on the brink of collapse, the young man’s killing intent only thickened.

Witnessing the unbreakable spirit in those eyes—the promise that he would never yield while his heart still beat—Jwa Sogi let out a sigh.

‘Where did this freak come from?’

Bringing Ha Huyeon down was proving much more difficult than anticipated, giving Jwa Sogi a massive headache.

He glanced to his side.

Noe Jeon, just as battered as Ha Huyeon, was laughing like a madman while swinging his blade in wild arcs. His sheer ferocity prevented the subordinates from making a clean strike.

He could have won through pure numbers, but the initial ambush had resulted in the slaughter of his men first.

“Are you frightened? Then get lost.”

Ha Huyeon showed his blood-red teeth and shouted.

“Ha! You arrogant brat.”

Jwa Sogi’s eyes ignited with a lethal light at the mocking words.

“Very well. Since you’re asking for it, I’ll finish you off properly.”

Slowing his ragged breathing, he vanished into a blur and struck with absolute malice.

“Chaotic Thunder Corpse Dismemberment!”

Ha Huyeon’s brow knit together as the pressure bore down on him like a flood.

The attack carried the weight of a final blow—swifter and more precise than any that had come before. He doubted if a block was even possible.

Casting aside his doubt, Ha Huyeon met the strike with his own.

Nine Dragons Sword Technique’s ultimate: Nine Dragons Annihilation.

He had not yet reached the Twelve Stars Great Star realm—still lingering near the Nine Stars—but this was the most powerful move he could muster.

“Kuh!”

“Gah!”

The two warriors, entangled in a brutal collision, stumbled backward as if in sync.

After taking several steps, Jwa Sogi fell to his knees, blood pouring from the left side of his chest.

“Y-You filthy dog…”

Jwa Sogi’s eyes, overflowing with disbelief and fury, locked onto Ha Huyeon—or rather, on Gwa Yu, who was now supporting Ha Huyeon.

Gwa Yu had been inside the chamber with Sima Hyeon, Sima Ho, and Yong Jung when the chaos started. He had crept out in silence and concealed himself behind a pillar, watching with a cold eye.

An assassin understood that revealing himself against a group was a death sentence, so he had waited for the perfect moment.

Even as Ha Huyeon and Noe Jeon took massive damage and stood at the edge of death, Gwa Yu had stayed his hand. They were being beaten, but they were still in the fight.

Finally, the window opened.

As Ha Huyeon and Jwa Sogi committed to their final clash, Gwa Yu moved like a lightning strike, his blade slicing toward Jwa Sogi’s throat.

Jwa Sogi had flinched away in terror, but took a massive wound to his flank.

With his balance destroyed and his wind gone, he could not repel Ha Huyeon’s full-strength counter. Ha Huyeon’s sword found his heart through that fatal gap.

“Why did you reveal yourself? I told you to stay put.”

Ha Huyeon wheezed.

“As if I could just watch.”

“I appreciate it regardless.”

Ha Huyeon made a face that was half-smile and half-grimace as he tapped Gwa Yu’s arm.

Suddenly, from a short distance away where Noe Jeon was pinned against a stone wall, a frantic shout cut through the air.

“You idiots! How long are you going to stand there talking?!”