Chapter 101: Iron-Blood Sword Clan (3)

Sssssst!

A black line was drawn.

It etched itself on the body.

Exuding an extremely dangerous atmosphere, it came with deadly intent.

It carried the will to kill without fail.

Puhwak!

As the black line was drawn, countless amounts of blood poured out from there.

Following the third elder, another person died.

"How could that he possess the Heavenly Sword!"

Someone says.

They refer to it as something descended from the heavens.

But it was also known as the Demon Sword.

She, the Heavenly Demon's sword, was such a thing. It left deep traces in the history of the martial world.

A being that fought alone against the gods of Veda, instilling a feeling of vigilance in the Celestial Gods.

The demon that dyed the sky red with blood.

A Sword God, who walked above the celestial sky.

Therefore, as fellow wielders of the sword, they couldn't help but admire her.

Or revere her.

However.

That was why it was recognizable at a glance.

This sword was hers.

Every swordsman, at least once, desired to cross swords with her and receive her teachings.

People have seen the Heavenly Demon wield her sword dozens, hundreds of millions of times.

That's why they could tell.

That it was the Heavenly Demon Godly Technique.

"How can you use that sword technique?"

"Who knows."

Han Seojin smirked, pressing his opponent.

Meanwhile, all the members from the opposing side were wary of Han Seojin.

The third elder and the fourth elder died in a single strike.

The opponent ambushed them and used a technique they couldn't have possibly expected: the Heavenly Demon Godly Technique.

That was part of the reason, but even so, they were killed in a single strike.

They weren't ones to die so vainly.

'Is he at the level of the family head?'

A sigh came out naturally.

How could such a genius exist? This person, who was only of tender age, possessed the strength of a head of a household.

Their killing intent subsided.

Everyone was calmly observing Han Seojin.

'Tsk, I wanted to take at least one more down.'

He scanned his surroundings.

Eight people were on guard against him.

Yet, their eyes gleamed with greed.

"I won't ask how you obtained that sword."

"However, Han Seojin is a person of the Iron-Blood Sword Clan."

"In that case, it's possible that it was secretly passed down."

"Haha, our Seojin is already trying to help the family like this."

He laughed heartily and looked at Han Seojin.

Hearing their words, Han Seojin laughed.

It was too absurd.

'These bastards.'

Are they coveting the Heavenly Demon Godly Technique?

The Heavenly Demon Godly Technique was easy to learn.

Compared to the Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique, that is.

It doesn't have a difficult entry level like the Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique.

However, it is compared to the Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique.

The physical body of the Heavenly Martial Body, forged by the Great Sky Dancing Divine Mantra.

It requires the spirituality of a transcendent as well as exceptional insight.

Moreover, it carried the condition of having to learn a certain supernatural power in that state.

There was only one thing that could surpass this condition.

One must harbor the Divine Thunderbolt within their body.

The Divine Thunderbolt destroys all supernatural powers. For me, having mastered the Divine Thunderbolt, it wasn't a problem.

Compared to that, the Heavenly Demon Godly Techniquewais was relatively easy to master.

One can only enter upon reaching the High Realm, and their spirituality had to be outstanding enough to reach a Transcendent Realm.

That was the Heavenly Demon Godly Technique.

A martial art created for the few geniuses of an era.

'These guys cannot master it.'

Their innate talents were different.

In their old age, having barely reached the High Realm, they coveted what they couldn't.

'One should learn restraint when they age.'

The vulgarity of desiring what belonged to others without knowing their place.

And the baseless confidence that they could master the Heavenly Demon Godly Technique.

It was absurd.

KwaKwaKwaKwa!

Mana amplifies. They were revealing their killing intent towards me.

And very faintly.

Along with a sinister aura.

'They don't even think to hide it.'

The elders spread out widely.

And the elders drew countless swords.

Wielding Sword.

More precisely, it was the Wielding Sword Technique.

A forced method combining characteristics to use the Wielding Sword that martial artists who have reached transcendence could use.

The Iron-Blood Sword Clan established it as their sword.

Just as the Wudang Sect has the Wisdom Sword of Cosmic Harmony, the Namgoong Clan has the Emperor Sword Form, and the Mount Hua Sect has the Purple Mist Godly Technique as their sword.

The Iron-Blood Sword Clan created their Wielding Sword techniques combined with their Unique Traits.

'It's better than I thought.'

It was quite good against multiple opponents and in one-on-one battles. Those who mastered this sword technique were even troublesome for Han Seojin.

Ssss.

Han Seojin's eyes glimmered with a blue light. With those eyes, he gazed at all the swordsmen.

Some swords contained the essence of a strong sword.

Swift and Illusion, Defeating and Heavy.

However, they all had one thing in common.

'Just one sword.'

Han Seojin closed his eyes.

The fight with the Iron-Blood Sword Clan must be dragged into a short-term battle.

Individual versus group.

The longer the fight, the less chance the individual has.

They are overwhelmingly inferior to him.

They are opponents he is confident he can defeat ten out of ten times.

But the number was the problem.

There were eight of them.

And the ice barrier was gradually breaking down.

Annoying things started to enter his sensory range.

So.

'In one strike.'

I'll end it.

Soul Origin Qi.

[The Dark Demon Sword responds to Soul Origin Qi (S)!]

Woong!

A gray light began to bloom on the sword like a flame.

The gray flame flickered.

[The Dark Demon Sword is imbued with the power of the trait, Severance (S).]

And here.

Eternity.

[The trait, Severance (S) is imbued with the Unique Trait, Eternity!]

Eternal Severance.

Mana drained rapidly.

In the past, this amount of mana would have left me exhausted.

'It's okay now.'

This much is fine now.

The Young Dragon Heart. Two circles. The massive amount of mana produced by Divine Thunderbolt.

And there is mana converted by the dragon veins.

The surroundings of the sword flickered.

Severance.

A trait with the power to sever space itself.

Its destructive power was beyond imagination.

The attack power had increased significantly,

'The length is different.'

A sword imbued with this power ignores all space. Space here meant distance.

Severance ignored all distances and eliminated them.

Heavenly Demon Godly Technique.

Asura Rakshasa Sword.

Swish, swish, swish!!

Dozens, hundreds, thousands of lines are drawn.

Everything around was within the range of the Dark Demon Sword.

Within a radius of several hundred meters centered on Han Seojin.

Countless black lines began to be drawn in a circular shape within a range of several hundred meters.

"How could this be!"

"How can you, at such a young age, achieve this!!"

He saw those who screamed.

They were all looking at him as if he were an incomprehensible creature.

Smirk.

Han Seojin couldn't help but laugh.

Those eyes treated him like a monster because they couldn't understand him.

At first, he couldn't understand. Those who looked at him with such eyes rejected him.

But at some point, he began to enjoy those looks.

Especially if they were opponents he had to kill from now on.

Because it was no different from the highest praise.

Puhwaak!!

Countless amounts of blood. And collapsing buildings and debris.

Seeing them, Han Seojin stared at one place.

'How kind.'

The family head was telling him to come over there.

"Hoo."

Taking a deep breath, I walked.

Just now, that single strike.

Even for me, it was an excessive force.

I chewed on a recovery elixir and walked forward.

'About 80% of my usual.'

Now, the key is one thing.

How strong the opponent is.

Supreme Realm.

There was no one in the Supreme Realm here.

Except for the family head.

The question was how strong that family head was.

'How strong could he be?'

I followed the aura of the family head.

He had no intention of hiding himself. He exuded confidence as if there was nothing here that could harm him.

"Come."

Creak.

As his words echoed, the door opened by itself.

At the main seat, a man was sitting there arrogantly.

'He's become even stronger than before.'

It seemed he had gained some insight in the meantime.

Suddenly, he recalled the words of the others.

[The master of the Iron-Blood Sword Clan is incredibly strong. Even among the clan leaders, everyone would hesitate to fight him.]

Yoo Seolrang's words.

[The head of the Iron-Blood Sword Clan? I remember that he had a decent move, but everything else was a mess.]

Seo Neunghwa's words.

[In about five years, he will probably name himself as the second transcendent in Korea.]

Seon Woohyeon's words.

[Hmm, are you planning to fight the master? Isn't that too much? He is unbelievably strong, you know?]

The principal's words.

Too much.

I had no choice but to push myself. Even if it meant sacrificing part of my body and potential, I had to kill that bastard here.

'Was I arrogant?'

That thought crossed my mind when I saw the head of the household.

Whistle.

He whistled low.

'This bastard.'

Yoo Eunchae had said.

The head was in the Supreme Realm. He might even become a transcendent being if left alone for five more years.

'She was wrong again.'

Yoo Eunchae didn't seem to be lying.

I had a knack for detecting lies.

But the head of the Iron-Blood Sword Clan before me was not at the level Yoo Eunchae described.

'A being on the verge of transcendence.'

Literally.

If he had any enlightenment, he could instantly reach transcendence.

Haha, damn.

It was a sight that made me curse involuntarily.

Apparently, the guy had quite a knack.

A knack for hiding himself.

"What is it?"

"I came to take over the position."

"This position could be yours… Don't you know that no one in the family can even come close to you?"

"I'm a bit impatient. No matter how much I think about it, I can't wait until then."

"You always exceed my expectations. At first, you were so pathetic that you even let down my expectations. At some point, you showed such outstanding potential that it surpassed all those expectations. And now."

He slowly stood up.

"You possess power that could even endanger the Iron-Blood Sword Clan."

"And someone like you conducts human experiments on his son?"

"Hoho."

The head of the family laughed.

"Isn't that fortunate? Thanks to that, you've become so strong."

An absurd way of thinking.

However, I liked it. At least I didn't even have to feel the slightest guilt.

"I'll say it once more."

"Don't bother saying it. I won't listen."

Come back here and become the successor.

Stay as the young master of the Iron-Blood Sword Clan.

I refused to listen to such trivial words.

I thrust my sword forward.

Toward his neck.

"Hand it over first."

Your neck, that is.