Chronicles of the Heavenly Demon

Chapter 201 – Behead the Emperor (1)

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Jegal Sung wielded a sword and a fan at the same time. 

Kuakuakuakua—!

The sword split through the air, swirling like a hurricane. 

Shua, shua, shua, shua!

“Aah!”

“What the hell!”

“You’re a monster!”

Any imperial guards blocking the way were swept away. 

It was unbelievable once a man of the Jegal Family, who was known to be the most intelligent in the land, had decided to act directly. 

It was because he had built up enough energy to accomplish such a rebellion. Of course, Age Reversing Revival was a phenomenon that happened regardless of one’s martial achievements, but even so, no small amount of time and energy would have to be spent!

If you were talking about the strongest person in the world, you would choose a Semi-Divine Being, represented by the Twin Stars and One Demon. But right under them would be ‘Venerable Dragon’ Jegal Sung. 

After seeing such a scene, the Sage of Bright Rock followed behind Jegal Sung and commented, “You’re energetic because your body is young.”

Jegal Sung smiled. “Why don’t you also attempt Age Reversing Revival?”

Sage Myung Am shook his head. “I am the wretch who couldn’t save his friend’s life from the hands of his enemies, nor was I able to fulfill his last request. What is the point of me being younger and living longer?”

“You are thinking of Nok Yu-on?”

“It is a sin I will carry for life.”

After saying that, Myung Am swung his sword. A purple qi flowed out from his sword, flooding the sky. 

This purple qi swarmed the enemies. Those trapped in it were exposed to the pain of their lungs tearing, suffocating under the aroma of plum blossoms. 

“Knng!”

“Kuagh!”

Jegal Sung was surprised and called out, “Did you perfect the sword using the connections between the ‘Violet Mist Divine Skill’ and the ‘Plum Blossom Twenty-Four Strokes Sword Art’?” 

“It was only a moment ago. ”

“Hahaha.”

Jegal Sung burst into laughter. It was because he knew how hard the Mount Hua Sect’s divine skills were to master, ‘Violet Mist Divine Skill’ and ‘Plum Blossom Twenty-Four Strokes Sword Art’ being the top of the top.

For the first time in fifty years, someone has touched perfect unity with the sword. 

Meanwhile, some imperial soldiers barreled towards them. It was those who had already lost their reason, their eyes hazy. 

“Stop the traitors!”

At the cry, Myung Am smiled and lifted his own sword. “If we are a horde of traitors,” he said as he stomped his feet and ran forward, “then you are a crowd of sinners, the true traitors.”

“What?”

As soon as the people gathered due to Myung Am’s words, violet energy spread out in all directions. 

The world split in two: one reflected in flesh and blood, another reflected in snow. 

Although he was not as strong as those in the Semi-Divine Realm like Woon-seong and the Twin Stars, Myung Am was still a master among masters of this era. 

He was the leader of the Mount Hua Sect, chief of the Five Mountain Swords Alliance. In his youth, he had been titled the Plum Blossom Swordsman. 

No matter what they did, the imperial guards could not stop Myung Am. 

Besides, Myung Am was not alone. 

“You, take a moment to breathe.”

While Myung Am fought ahead, Jegal Sung had taken the time to recover some of his strength. Now, he moved forward.

He then wielded his sword and fan in succession. White light crackled in all directions, cracking the beams and girders of the palace. 

“Stay back!”

Immediately thereafter, Myung Am cried out and swung his sword. As soon as the cracked beams were cut, the building collapsed. 

Kuakuakuakua!

“Knng!”

“Aah!”

The building collapsed on top of the imperial guards. As a result, a dozen or so soldiers were buried and lost their lives. 

“Phew, not bad.”

“At this rate, I can handle a few more imperial guards.”

Just as Myung Am said that…

“Do you really think so?”

There was a voice from somewhere.

At the same time, darkness began to gather and condense into a human form. 

Seeing the newcomer, the imperial guards greeted, “Grand Chancellor Young!”

“Grand Chancellor Young is here!”

“With Grand Chancellor Young here, we can subdue the traitors!”

The darkness in the form of a person suddenly emitted a red glare. The surrounding air suddenly felt sickly. 

Life-draining energy flowed through those eyes. 

At that moment!

“Knng!”

“Huagh!”

The imperial guards gathered there suddenly grabbed their necks. They shuddered and trembled, as if they were unable to breathe.

And then!

Choo-choo-choo!

Each of them grabbed a weapon.

Dozens of imperial guards opened their mouths at the same time, completely in sync. 

“Stupid bugs. They’ve gathered so many numbers, yet can’t even deal with two intruders.”

It was the moment when the man hiding in Young-gun’s body, the puppeteer of the Inverted Sky, had decided to make a move. 

Jegal Sung and Myung Am felt a chill running down their spines. 

The man continued to borrow the mouths of the imperial guards to speak. 

“Was there a secret passageway?”

He shifted his eyes. The red glare flashed around. 

Kuakuakua—

Kung—

Noises seemed to be coming from all directions. That meant that it was not just one or two attackers on their ways here. 

“Looks like the passage was quite wide.”

Jegal Sung stepped forward and responded to the words of the Chancellor. 

“No, it was quite narrow.”

“Is that so?” the man shrugged. “But it doesn’t matter. You are alone amidst an army. How many enemies do you think you can cut down before you are annihilated?”

Myung Am raised his sword. “There are only a dozen imperial guards. Do you think this number can stop us?”

At that, the man laughed bloodily. “Dozens? You are mistaken!”

Shua—

Imperial guards appeared on the nearby rooftops. 

Shua—

Beyond the wall, imperial guards raised their heads. 

Shua—

Behind the pillar of the building were imperial guards. 

Hundreds of them.

And they all had red eyes. 

“You have made a big mistake.”

At the words of the man, Jegal Sung and Myung Am felt their blood freezing. 

Hundreds of imperial soldiers with red eyes. Swords in hand, aimed straight at the two men. 

Schhhing!

It was the sound of metal being pulled out, the blade of a sword cold to the touch. 

“Huff, huff.”

Jegal Sung tasted iron in his mouth. The robes he was wearing were already soaked in blood. 

Myung Am was in no better condition. There was a knife embedded in his shoulder, his robes also splattered with red. 

The five plum blossoms embroidered onto his cuffs were covered in blood. 

Steam seemed to rise from his back with how much he moved. 

Meanwhile, blood mixed with the sweat, creating red mist. 

“The numbers are against us. It is not as easy as it appears,” Jegal Sung said. 

Myung Am held his sword in one hand and said, “Indeed. If I knew this was going to happen, I would have long handed over command to my disciple.”

“Haha, I am better than you. I handed it over almost immediately.”

Around them were the corpses of seventy or so imperial guards. The blood dripped to the ground, both of their blades drenched. It was to the point that it was hard to determine what type of weapon it was. 

Myung Am sighed at these words. “I should have brought a better blade.”

“Haha, I’m glad you can still joke.”

The Plum Blossom Divine Sword that Myung Am used was a keepsake handed down to each leader of the Mount Hua Sect. Despite cutting down dozens of soldiers, it was still sharp. 

Jegal Sung burst into laughter. He was trembling, but not enough to be near death. 

Still, even if he didn’t do anything, it seemed like he would collapse on the spot. 

Seeing the pair, the chancellor flashed his teeth. “Scary bastards. I never imagined the power of Orthodox Murim to be so strong.”

“Haha, that is what Murim is all about. If you have the confidence, come out here and fight me.”

Jegal Sung provoked the chancellor like he wasn’t terribly exhausted. 

The man ground his teeth. The chancellor was also a master of martial arts, but his techniques focused on the control of others and not pure qi. 

Jegal Sung had discovered this fact during the fight, which was why he taunted the man. 

“There are so many people who will die soon.”

That said, Myung Am raised his sword. “Will we be dying soon or will it be you?”

Clang-

As he spoke, he slaughtered one of the imperial guards aiming from behind. However, another one of the blades could not be avoided. 

“Khh!”

A burning sensation traveled up his side. The pain seemed to flare and boil, but Myung Am did not pull out the blade. 

If he prematurely removed the blade, he would only spill more blood. 

Seeing that, Jegal Sung grimly said, “Without reinforcements, we will likely die.”

In response, the chancellor’s eyes shone red. “Isn’t that right?”

Yellow teeth were revealed in the dark. The man was laughing. 

Jegal Sung said, “Did you not hear me? I meant only if nothing special happened.”

As he spoke, his eyes turned to the side. At the moment, he noted how the area surrounding the chancellor was strangely chaotic. 

“Let’s go!”

“Let’s go inside!”

“Everyone, follow the Chief!”

The chancellor’s eyes shook.

There were still over a hundred imperial guards here. Of course, they were all under his command. 

But it was not the guards who caused the commotion.

The man soon realized that the chaos was coming from outside. 

“What!?”

The Chancellor turned his head in the direction of Jegal Sung’s gaze, startled. 

At that moment!

Boom-boom!

The wooden gates collapsed and two men emerged from beyond it. 

“Haha!”

Seeing them, Myung Am laughed. Although he did not turn around to face them, Jegal Sung also smiled. 

“Look at that. We have reinforcements.”

“What can two lowly devils do?!” cried the chancellor. 

The answer came from beyond the broken gates:

“What if it’s not just two migrants?”

At the end of the sentence, something rolled over the ground.

It was a human head. 

A very familiar head to ‘Chancellor Young’.

As the head appeared, he squinted and muttered, “Chief Eunuch?”

“No. He is not the chief of the Bureau.”

A man walked through the door after the head.

The first two men bowed politely to him. 

A crowd dressed in maroon robes followed behind the man. They wore uniforms, signifying they belonged to the same group. 

“I am the chief of the Eastern Depot.”

Myung Am called out, “Eunuch Jo!”

The man smiled. 

“It is a little late to regain control of my bureau. Thanks to you, I lost my seat…”

Reinforcements had appeared right at the moment of desperation.