The Demonic Supreme Sword Novel - Chapter 92

Chapter 92
## Chapter: 92

## Chapter Title: Night Dyed in Blood (4)

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A solitary figure stood in the center of the path, unmoving.

“S-Sima Geon!”

“The Divine Demon Division Leader!”

The color vanished from the faces of Pung Cheonroe and Eum Seolhui.

“What took you… so long? You’ve arrived… at the end.”

Hearing Cheol Woo’s pained rebuke, Sima Geon allowed a small, tired smile to touch his lips.

“I moved with every bit of speed I possessed.”

The moment Sima Geon took a step toward Cheol Woo, Eum Seolhui and Pung Cheonroe, who had been obstructing the path, recoiled in terror and scrambled out of his way.

“The girl… is she… safe?”

Cheol Woo wheezed, each breath a monumental struggle.

“By some miracle, I made it in time. It was a near thing. Those curs from the Red Dragon Gang were responsible.”

“Those fools… at it again…”

A dry chuckle escaped Cheol Woo; he could easily envision the carnage that awaited the Red Dragon Gang after they dared to cross Sima Geon.

“Cease your fretting and focus on your breathing. You two as well—pull yourselves together. What has become of you all?”

Sima Geon’s eyes drifted from Cheol Woo to Noejeon, who was clinging to the edge of existence, and finally to Gwa Yu and Ha Hu Yeon. The two were propped against one another, barely upright despite the grievous wounds racking their bodies.

“Heh heh… I claimed I could handle it, but it proved… more difficult than expected. They arrived… heavily armed with toxins… as you can see.”

“That is enough. Be silent and begin moving your internal energy. You have been tainted by poison, haven’t you?”

Cheol Woo gave a faint, weak nod, no longer possessing the vitality to speak.

“I believe I have a clear idea of who is behind this.”

As he spoke, Sima Geon brought his foot down hard.

Two predatory snakes that had been creeping through the shadows were instantly crushed, their forms erupting in a spray of gore.

Sima Geon nudged one of the mangled reptiles with his boot and locked eyes with Eum Seolhui.

“Ten Thousand Poisons Valley, I presume?”

“Indeed, that is correct!”

Eum Seolhui shrieked, her voice high and frantic.

“And then there is you.”

Sima Geon shifted his attention to Pung Cheonroe.

“It has been a while, Flying Heaven Mad Demon.”

“So it has.”

Pung Cheonroe could not mask his dread, his pupils darting nervously.

‘The Red Dragon Gang failed after all. And yet, he doesn’t have a single mark on him—not even a minor graze.’

Disappointment surged through Pung Cheonroe as he looked at the pristine state of Sima Geon.

Following the exposure of their scheme at Guanji Temple, the Red Dragon Gang had separated from the main group, claiming they would secure captives. Instead of a small scouting party, the entirety of the Red Dragon Gang had moved to seize the young Sima Jin.

As if fate sought to punish their greed, news arrived that Sima Geon had departed for the Clear Heart Clinic.

With Gu Seongnyang at the helm, the warriors sent by the Red Dragon Gang were formidable, so Pung Cheonroe had harbored a sliver of hope. He never expected them to kill Sima Geon, but he had hoped they would at least slow him down.

“Perish!”

With a scream dripping with malice, Eum Seolhui sprang into the air, thrusting her palms toward Sima Geon.

A multitude of toxic currents erupted in a dazzling, lethal display.

This was the infamous Dark Heaven Fragrance.

Any ordinary warrior would have been paralyzed with fear as the poisonous fog obscured the very heavens—but Sima Geon was no ordinary man.

Sima Geon’s blade moved in a tight, precise arc, lunging directly into the heart of the incoming toxins.

He executed Flying Willow Scatters Flowers, a hidden maneuver of the Myriad Phenomena Sword. This was the legendary toxic martial art of the Iron Blood Demon Lord—one of the exalted Three Demon Lords alongside the Great Power Demon Lord and the Blood Sea Demon Lord.

Vibrant energy petals drifted through the air, swallowing the poison whole.

As the lethal strands dissolved like a fading dream, Eum Seolhui stood frozen, her mind spinning in shock.

Cowed by Sima Geon’s sheer presence, she stumbled backward, her footing unstable.

Like a sudden gale, Sima Geon closed the distance.

Pung Cheonroe lunged forward in a fit of desperation, throwing out a sequence of Bloodless Palm strikes to shield her.

The air rang with the sound of bone-crushing impacts, and a spray of crimson burst from Pung Cheonroe’s mouth.

His hands, which had been conditioned to the hardness of granite, were now shattered and soaked in blood.

In that instant, Eum Seolhui—fully realizing the staggering chasm in power after just one exchange—turned on her heel.

Her venomous eyes locked onto a room where a splintered door hung precariously by its hinges.

‘That man’s kin!’

If she could not have her life, she would ensure he felt the agony of watching his family die before her own end.

She reached the threshold in a single bound, dark energy coiling around her hand, but before she could strike, a sensation like a lightning bolt through her core stopped her cold.

“Aaaaaagh!”

A horrific wail tore from Eum Seolhui as she stared down at the blade protruding from her abdomen, having pierced clean through her dantian.

Tears of blood welled in her eyes.

“M-Mother… F-Father…”

Mourning the collapse of the vengeance she had cultivated for a lifetime, Eum Seolhui’s strength vanished, and she slumped to the ground.

Crash! Boom! Thud!

Having cast his sword to eliminate Eum Seolhui, Sima Geon unleashed the devastating techniques of the Heaven Shattering Nine Part Fist, the legacy of the Great Power Demon Lord.

Ten Directions Thunder transitioned seamlessly into Meteor Strikes Moon, which then flowed into Ink Cloud Light. The continuous barrage erupted against Pung Cheonroe, striking every vital meridian in his body.

Pung Cheonroe clenched his teeth, trying to gather his life-essence for a final counter, but Sima Geon simply overpowered him with raw martial dominance.

Thump! Crack!

Blood splattered, and skin was torn asunder.

With every fist Sima Geon threw, Pung Cheonroe’s features contorted in a mask of pain as his body was systematically dismantled.

‘Curse it all! Why did I ever set foot here…’

The realization of his mistake came far too late.

Snap!

Both of Pung Cheonroe’s legs gave way.

As Pung Cheonroe pitched forward, Sima Geon’s foot connected squarely with his face.

The sickening sound of snapping vertebrae echoed as Pung Cheonroe’s limp form was sent flying into a corner, bringing down the small outhouse structure upon impact.

Sima Geon exhaled a soft breath, turned back, and moved toward Cheol Woo, whose face remained dark as he attempted to stabilize his internal energy.

“B-Brother. The G-Great Granduncle…”

Ha Hu Yeon’s voice was a frantic plea.

“I know. Stay calm.”

Sima Geon gave a quick nod of reassurance and cleared the perimeter fence in a single bound.

Tracking Ha Hu Gok was simple.

The landscape was scarred by the evidence of a brutal struggle.

Following the trail of destruction, he quickly moved beyond the borders of Wu Family Village.

The sound of a fierce engagement reached his ears, accompanied by a roar loud enough to shake the firmament.

Ahead, bathed in the light of a clear moon, nine daggers circled through the air like living things, pinning Ha Hu Gok down. Somaensa was preparing the final, decisive strike.

Even at his maximum speed, Sima Geon realized he would be too far away to intervene before the killing blow landed.

Without a second thought, Sima Geon pulled the Heavenly Demon Ring from his arm and launched it toward Somaensa.

Whirr!

Somaensa saw the lethal object cutting through the air, yet he did not waver.

This old veteran had survived the combined efforts of himself and Ilgeom Talmyeong; he was determined to end his opponent now.

Somaensa placed his trust in Ilgeom Talmyeong to intercept any incoming threats.

As if in mockery of that trust, the moment Ilgeom Talmyeong moved to strike the projectile, the Heavenly Demon Ring shifted form into a sword, dancing past his guard with impossible agility.

It moved with the velocity of a lightning strike.

“Look out!”

Ilgeom Talmyeong shouted a warning, but the Heavenly Demon Ring had already reached its mark.

“Wha—Gah!”

A final, choked cry was the last sound Somaensa ever made.

As he began to turn, Somaensa’s body hit the dirt, the slender blade of the Heavenly Demon Ring buried deep in his brow, vibrating slightly.

“An ambush? You have turned into a coward since our last meeting, Divine Demon Division Leader.”

“Cowardly? You think two against one is a fair contest?”

Sima Geon, who had closed the gap in a heartbeat, reclaimed the humming Heavenly Demon Ring.

Left without a retort, Ilgeom Talmyeong looked at the corpse of Somaensa and let out a heavy sigh.

“Since you are standing here, I take it our objectives have crumbled.”

“Most likely.”

“Are the others gone?”

“Only you remain.”

Sima Geon raised the Heavenly Demon Ring, his expression making it clear that the time for words had passed.

Ilgeom Talmyeong had clearly not expected a figure of such renown to utilize a sneak attack, and panic flickered in his eyes—but he was a veteran of a thousand battles. The instincts carved into his soul through countless life-or-death duels guided his blade.

He moved with the extreme speed that had earned him the name Ilgeom Talmyeong.

Yet, Sima Geon was faster.

The Three Demon Lords had spent their lives in the shadow of the Heavenly Demon.

The martial system they had created together, fueled by their shared resolve to surpass him, was known as the Single Heaven Nine Forms.

The opening move, Gap Horse Fleeting Light, was unleashed.

Before Ilgeom Talmyeong’s sword was even halfway through its arc, Sima Geon’s blade was at his throat.

The speed was absolute, erasing the distance between them in the blink of an eye.

Ilgeom Talmyeong jerked away in terror, his feet moving in a blur of motion.

One Step Chasing Thunder.

This was a movement technique as legendary as his sword—widely considered the fastest footwork in the demonic world.

However, the sword following Ilgeom Talmyeong was even more relentless and swift.

Squelch.

A sharp, wet sound echoed as a severed arm spun into the air.

Ilgeom Talmyeong bit through his lip to stifle a scream and pushed his legs to their breaking point.

Having lost all momentum, a direct confrontation meant certain death. He had to escape the immediate storm; a chance to strike back would only come if he survived this moment.

The second technique of the Single Heaven Nine Swords: Piercing Clouds Covering Sun.

As the name suggested—invading the clouds to block the sun—a wall of sword energy sealed off every possible path of retreat.

Ilgeom Talmyeong stopped, his face a mask of hollow despair.

“Uwaaaaaah!”

He lashed out with his sword in a final, desperate attempt to live.

It was a hollow effort, like a dying flame struggling against a hurricane.

As the myriad of sword strikes tore through him simultaneously, Ilgeom Talmyeong was shredded into nothingness without a single parting cry, his body coming apart in the air.

Though he was exhausted from the long night and caught off guard by the initial strike, Ilgeom Talmyeong was still a premier master of the demonic path. Yet he had perished without even being able to mount a proper defense.

Having dispatched Ilgeom Talmyeong in a mere two moves, Sima Geon gazed down at the Heavenly Demon Ring in his palm.

A peculiar sensation washed over him—the perfect fusion between the artifact of the Heavenly Demon and the martial arts the Three Demon Lords had suffered so much to create in order to defeat him.

“Elder!”

Sima Geon sprinted toward Ha Hu Gok the moment Ilgeom Talmyeong fell.

Ha Hu Gok lay unconscious, and his condition was beyond “haggard”—it was catastrophic.

His body was a map of deep lacerations and punctures, and the sheer volume of blood loss had turned his entire form a dark crimson.

While Cheol Woo appeared to be at death’s door, he could still manage his energy; Ha Hu Gok, by contrast, seemed to be slipping away entirely.

There was no time to spare. Sima Geon gathered Ha Hu Gok into his arms and took off like a streak of light.