"Hehehe."
Despite Bu Eunseol's terrifying aura, Wi Cheongun rejoiced, clapping his hands as if watching an entertaining opera.
"Your aura is incredible. It will be an enjoyable time after a long while."
Wi Cheongun smiled and nodded his head.
"Good. Let us move."
As the answer returned,
Pat.
Bu Eunseol, who had deployed his movement technique, instantly moved to an empty rocky terrain.
On the ground that was cracked dry, red soil and a gravel field where not a hint of life's warmth could be found stretched out endlessly.
Above it, bizarrely shaped rocks sculpted by eons of time soared toward the sky.
A spire rock that looked as if thousands of sharply honed blades had been driven into the ground.
And a round rock that looked like a massive giant clenching its fist, among others.
Rocks that had been hollowed and hollowed out by the wind, looking like the eye sockets of a skull, lay scattered in disorder.
It was supremely suitable as a place to fight Pamyeong, the servant of the True Demon.
But it was strange.
Vwoom.
As Wi Cheongun followed and arrived, pitch-black darkness fell upon the rocky terrain, and it turned into a place where one couldn't breathe, didn't it?
'The Land of the Limitless?'
Vwoong.
At the same time, a transparent barrier unfurled in the sky.
Like a life-and-death battle formation.
A Golden Lock Formation, from which one couldn't leave until one of the two fell, had been deployed.
"Rest assured."
Wi Cheongun, no, Pamyeong, showed a peculiar smile.
"Because I am manipulating another's physical body…… I cannot use Soul Demon Dharma Energy."
He calmly looked around.
"I just deployed a formation to prevent you from running away, knowing you would choose this place."
Not only did Pamyeong proudly reveal his figure despite being unable to use Soul Demon Dharma Energy.
Knowing clearly that Bu Eunseol, who walked the upright path of martial arts, would choose the rocky terrain as the place for their decisive battle, he had deployed a Golden Lock Formation here beforehand.
"You mean you're using all your Soul Demon Dharma Energy to manipulate that body."
For the True Demon's highest kin to be unable to use Soul Demon Dharma Energy. It was an absurd situation.
"It is good fortune for you."
Pamyeong drew a sinister smile on his lips.
"Because thanks to that, I will only fight using the martial arts you like so much."
Someone at Pamyeong's level could use as many ancient secret arts and esoteric techniques as he pleased without using Soul Demon Dharma Energy, yet.
Even clearly knowing that Bu Eunseol was walking an upright path of martial arts.
He deliberately declared that he would kill him using only martial arts.
'This is not a simple formation.'
Bu Eunseol could feel it.
That what was deployed here was not a martial arts formation, but a secret art of unique function combined with ancient esoteric techniques.
"Where are you looking?"
Pamyeong lightly extended his index finger.
Bang!
At that, along with an explosion, Bu Eunseol was bounced away to a rock wall over thirty zhang away.
He had merely flicked his finger, but a mighty force that could neither be seen nor sensed had struck him.
Pitter-patter.
Having stood up atop the collapsed rocks, Bu Eunseol's gaze sank endlessly.
'It's like the Land of the Limitless.'
A terrifying pressure was pouring down inside the formation, and time was flowing endlessly slowly.
Even his super-senses were ruined, and his head was filled with nothing but confusion.
Bu Eunseol slowly adjusted his strength without resisting the pouring pressure.
'I must adapt.'
What was still fortunate was.
That thanks to the Returning to One Realm Lord in the past, he had entered a Land of the Limitless similar to this and trained.
Thanks to that, even in the bizarre space Pamyeong had created, he could move freely in his own way and pour out sword forms.
Schwing.
Bu Eunseol, having adapted his body to the pressure in an instant, drew the Silent Tiger Soul Sword and,
Pat!
Narrowed the distance and pierced Wi Cheongun, no, Pamyeong's neck.
That movement was extremely gradual, and.
Though concise and simple, the sharp tip of the sword instantly touched his neck.
"An excellent sword art."
Pamyeong, having let out an exclamation, extended his index finger and lightly flicked the Silent Tiger Soul Sword away.
But as if predicting that movement, the Silent Tiger Soul Sword was already piercing his lower abdomen.
Originally, Pamyeong had intended to find the weak point of the sword form and take his neck in one breath.
But because there were absolutely no weak points in Bu Eunseol's sword art, he ended up merely pushing Bu Eunseol away with intense strength.
"It is the Hwa Wu Sword that has reached the realm of utmost transcendence."
Pamyeong muttered as if surprised.
"On top of that, to be able to move your body freely in this place, incredible."
Bu Eunseol didn't even have the leeway to answer.
Pamyeong was stronger than any enemy he had encountered so far. He absolutely couldn't lower his guard.
Swish! Pa-pa-pa-pat!
Bu Eunseol attacked with all his might, but not a single one of those attacks touched his body.
He hadn't even been able to figure out what kind of power he was using yet.
"In that case, you must have entered the Land of the Limitless before."
Pamyeong showed sharp insight.
"Thanks to that, you must have tasted the realm of utmost transcendence."
"……."
"Your sword art is very profound."
As if amused, he nodded his head.
"I've decided."
And he spoke as if he had made a great resolution.
"I will break your sword art using the Mount Hua Sword Art."
And forming a finger-sword, he truly deployed the Mount Hua sword art.
Originally, the Mount Hua Sword is nimble like a swallow, taking the method of preempting the enemy's sword path first.
This method has the advantage of being able to block the enemy's attack in advance, but.
Because it primarily utilizes swiftness, it has the disadvantage of revealing many weak points.
But when Pamyeong used the Mount Hua sword art, it became a perfect sword form that didn't reveal any weak points whatsoever while being supremely swift.
Slash-slash-slash!
Offense and defense continued incessantly, but.
The sword forms only entangled in the void. No clash of sword qi occurred.
Because the two people's sword arts were too profound, and because they were predicting each other's moves two or more steps ahead.
The sword arts didn't clash, and the sword qi repeatedly cleaved only the void continuously.
Swish-swish-swish.
Whenever the tip of the sword flashed, bone-chilling sword qi brushed past.
The spot where they stood was bizarrely wet as if a rain shower had poured down.
It was because water-drop-like sword qi had poured down over thousands of times.
"To only use sword arts despite possessing numerous energies within your body…… eh."
Pamyeong, who sensed the numerous energies overflowing in Bu Eunseol's physical body, nodded his head with a pleased face.
"If you can break the Mount Hua Sword Art this Venerable Lord deploys, I will retreat as is."
Pamyeong, who muttered lowly, deployed his finger-sword and struck down toward Bu Eunseol's head.
The sword path was crooked as if drunk on liquor, and the movement wasn't that fast either, but,
Rumble!
The sound of thunder echoed out, and pitch-black sword qi shot in a straight line toward Bu Eunseol's heart.
It was a fatal trajectory meant solely to sever the opponent's life, with neither mercy nor hesitation.
As Bu Eunseol twisted his waist and bent his upper body back, the sword qi brushed past the hem of his chest clothes by a hair's breadth.
Had it not been for the chilly sensation felt over his skin.
It was a sword form close to a divine skill, to the point he almost wouldn't have known if an attack had even occurred.
Slash-slash!
The point where Pamyeong's attack ended was immediately the starting point of Bu Eunseol's counterattack.
The moment the sword qi Pamyeong shot out brushed past, the Silent Tiger Soul Sword wrapped upwards from below like flowing water.
The target was the right wrist.
It was a soft yet fatal counterattack digging in from an unavoidable angle.
But Pamyeong did not dodge.
Instead, carrying the momentum from deploying the sword form as is, he spun his body like a top.
At that, the sword qi of the Silent Tiger Soul Sword, which was aiming for the wrist, naturally lost its target and brushed past the void.
Whirl!
Pamyeong's finger-sword, having gained rotational force, turned into a slashing strike that swept like a black storm.
It was the ultimate technique of the Mount Hua Sword, Facing the Wind, Whirling Snow.
Chwa-ra-ra-rak!
A single sword instantly split into dozens of black afterimages and swept over Bu Eunseol's entire body.
It was meaningless to even distinguish which was reality and which was illusion, and fatal sword qi was contained in all the afterimages.
'He's neutralizing the Hwa Wu Sword with the Mount Hua Sword?'
Pamyeong was deliberately neutralizing the Hwa Wu Sword, which was called the foremost sword art of the demonic path, with the Mount Hua Sect's sword art.
Just as a child would enjoy play, thinking, 'How can I play longer and have more fun?'
'In that case.'
Bu Eunseol's eyes shone coldly.
At the same time, the tip of the Silent Tiger Soul Sword trembled minutely.
Vwoooom.
In an instant, waves of transparent sword qi rising like a heat haze spread out into the air.
At that, the afterimages of the sword qi Pamyeong poured out like a rainstorm powerlessly faded like ink dispersing in water, and.
Only a single real sword qi revealed its form.
He had blocked Pamyeong's form by applying Red Pine Flicks the Snow among the Mount Hua sword arts.
"As expected of a disciple of Nangyang Pavilion."
Pamyeong shouted as if even more amused.
"Piercing the enemy's shield with the enemy's sword. It's easy to say, but those who can use this immediately in real combat are rare."
And he consecutively deployed the Jade Stream Blood Wave, Silver Wave Scattered Shadow, and Azure Snow Returning Cloud forms, shooting out three streams of sword qi.
Mount Hua has many old pine trees, each with its different charms.
The experts of the Mount Hua Sect created sword forms possessing different characteristics, modeling them after the appearances of these pine trees.
What gathered those together was precisely the foundational art of the Mount Hua Sword, the Green Pine Beneath the Moon sword.
Pamyeong was deploying the beginner sword arts of the Mount Hua Sect, overwhelming the Hwa Wu Sword.
Drip, drip.
In the meantime, blood flowed from Bu Eunseol's neck and glabella.
In the end, even deploying the same Mount Hua Sword, he couldn't perfectly evade the sword qi of the sword art Pamyeong deployed.
Pa-pat!
The Green Pine Beneath the Moon sword, deployed again before he knew it, dug into Bu Eunseol's neck and glabella simultaneously.
The moment Bu Eunseol was about to neutralize it,
Swish-swish-swish.
Pamyeong's shadow pierced that fleeting space like a ghost.
There wasn't even the sound of footsteps or movement.
Having narrowed the distance quickly like a ghost, he,
Chak.
Placed the tips of his fingers just half a cun away from the fatal Danzhong acupoint.
A drop of sweat trickled down from Bu Eunseol's forehead and flowed along the bridge of his nose.
The numerous strong enemies who had appeared so far all used power transcending human limits.
But Bu Eunseol had always defeated those super experts with martial arts, and.
His ultimate realm, too, sought to turn them into ordinary martial artists and strike them down with martial arts.
But Pamyeong had.
Brought down the pride Bu Eunseol had possessed until now for the first time.
'Should I use poison?'
He just hadn't used it often.
The power of the Poison Saint was a critical skill that, once deployed, poured out might that was difficult for anyone to handle.
'No, since Pamyeong's martial arts are so profound, there's a high probability poison won't work.'
It might just needlessly expose the realm of the Poison Saint and only raise the vigilance of numerous enemies.
"Hehehe."
At that time, Pamyeong laughed.
If he poured sharp inner force in this state, Bu Eunseol would suffer a fatal wound.
But without pouring out inner force, he,
Chak.
Instead slowly retracted his hand.
That was to simultaneously show that he could subdue Bu Eunseol at any time.
And to completely shatter his pride once more.
"It was an entertaining offense and defense."
Pamyeong wore a satisfied expression.
"There has never been a person who reached a realm like this at an age like yours."
And looking at Bu Eunseol as if he found him commendable, he nodded his head.
"Shall I slowly harvest the fruits now?"
Pamyeong extended his finger once again.
It seemed like an extremely simple move, but numerous follow-up forms were contained within his fingertips, so he couldn't move rashly.
"It seems this is the end."
Finally, as Pamyeong moved his finger, sharp sword qi reaching three chi stretched out.
As if feeling helplessness and despair, Bu Eunseol showed not a bit of movement.
In fact, it was a matter of course.
Even if he couldn't regain his complete physical body and lost his power, he was a Three Attendant.
A being closest to the True Demon who existed since ancient times.
He was a master whom Bu Eunseol could not yet achieve a complete victory over.
"Even if you evade this spot, you cannot escape this Venerable Lord's hands."
Puk.
In the end, the sword qi stretched out toward Bu Eunseol's heart.
The moment the sword qi exceeding three chi pierced through his body,
"……!"
Pamyeong's expression turned peculiar.
Even though he thrust the sword qi deeply, it hadn't pierced through the body, but had abruptly entered an endlessly black space, hadn't it?
Zzzzt.
Before he knew it, Bu Eunseol's pupils turned pitch-black, and a terrifying energy spread out.
Baekri Geomha.
At the most desperate moment, another personality within the abyss had revealed his figure.
―I cannot beat Pamyeong yet.
From the time he faced the battle with Pamyeong.
Bu Eunseol had calmly grasped the situation.
He still couldn't achieve a complete victory even against the Returning to One Realm Lord. Let alone the probability of beating a Three Attendant, who was on a higher level than him, was slim.
―In that case, there is ultimately only one method.
A most desperate situation would surely arrive.
Just like he had fed a critical strike to the Heaven-Killer Star in the past.
He had formed a stratagem to borrow the power of Baekri Geomha, who could destroy everything, block the fatal strike, and deploy a critical counterattack.
―If you don't want to die, come out.
Simultaneously with Pamyeong's appearance.
Bu Eunseol had deployed the dharma gate of Illusion Upon Illusion to call Baekri Geomha, who was in the abyss.
Under normal circumstances, one would have to focus their mind in an extremely quiet space, but.
Now, having met a super enemy like Pamyeong.
There was no such leeway, and Baekri Geomha's personality would also have grasped this situation.
The moment he deployed Illusion Upon Illusion, he immediately responded, agreeing to Bu Eunseol's stratagem.
But there was a fact Bu Eunseol had forgotten for a moment.
That Baekri Geomha was trapped in the personality of his childhood days when he was at Saha Manor.
―There is no need to use a rat-like stratagem like that.
That he was supremely arrogant and full of self-conceit, capable of tossing away promises at any time.
The moment he escaped the desperate situation, he should have immediately poured a critical strike upon Pamyeong, yet.
"Where are you shoving your unlucky mug?"
Smirk.
Bu Eunseol, who showed a relaxed smile.
No, Baekri Geomha lightly shook off Pamyeong's hand and floated into the void.
Vwoom.
And he raised one hand to the sky with an overly confident expression.
"Servant of the True Demon, I'll show you the difference in standing."
In an instant, a massive sphere was created in the sky.
In the blackly dyed sphere, a power that seemed to destroy everything was swirling.
Flash.
In an instant, three colors of light, blue, red, and white, rose from Pamyeong's body like meteors and began to wrap around his entire body.
"It is useless to use trivial tricks."
Baekri Geomha, who smiled while revealing his canines, extended his hand.
"Die."
Kwang!
The black sphere instantly became a meteor and began to fall toward Pamyeong.
Kwa-wooo!
The sky screamed and the earth tore, and the heat of death spread out as if to melt everything down.
Swoosh.
At that, Pamyeong, whom the black meteor brushed past, disappeared without a trace.
"Hahaha!"
Baekri Geomha, having landed back on the ground, burst into loud laughter toward the sky.
"Whether it's the True Demon or the servant of the True Demon, they cannot withstand my power."
But an astonishing thing happened.
Mumble, mumble.
The space where Pamyeong had disappeared began to waver like the surface of water.
Soon, the blue, red, and white lights violently entangled and swirled as if coveting each other.
Mumble, mumble.
The swirl of light became a hazy fog whose form couldn't be known, then suddenly began to squirm like a living creature.
It slowly coalesced into the shape of a human as if a massive invisible hand was molding clay.
As the outlines of the shoulders, arms, legs, and finally the face were revealed.
Color was added to the hazy form, texture was created, and it became a clear human shape.
Pamyeong, who should have been swallowed by the black meteor, was resurrected in a more sinister and incomprehensible appearance.
Smirk.
When Pamyeong, having regained his original appearance, smiled and extended both hands,
Gooooo.
Suddenly, between his palms, the wave of a fiercely burning black sphere and blazing black light were gathered.
It was exactly the power of the black sphere Baekri Geomha had shot out.
Kwa-wooo.
But as the torrent of black and red light continued to gather in his twin palms.
Pamyeong's physical body took on a form as if every single piece of flesh was being ripped away.
"It seems I cannot absorb this."
Clicking his tongue, Pamyeong extended his hands.
"Take it back."
Kwa-wooo!
Transparent heat hazes rose around Baekri Geomha, and the space itself began to distort.
Without any time to dodge, he had absorbed the black wave Pamyeong shot out.
In an instant, deep and empty light flowed from Baekri Geomha's pupils.
Drip, drip.
And dark red fresh blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth.
He had suffered deep internal injuries due to the one move Pamyeong returned.
"It was the Heaven-Dark Star."
Pamyeong looked at what was still wrapping around Baekri Geomha's body.
The endless swirl of power that seemed to destroy everything, and he snorted.
"They said you survived from the hands of the Heaven-Killer Star. So there was a reason like this."
"You, bastard."
Baekri Geomha ground his teeth and spoke.
"Is this martial arts?"
"Of course."
Pamyeong let out a snort.
"Though it's an ancient esoteric technique that does not exist in the current martial world."
He leisurely continued his words.
"Had it been the past, the martial world would have been annihilated because of you, but…… in the situation of the current martial world, the Heaven-Dark Star is merely a somewhat useful power."
"……."
"This Venerable Lord's power twists fate. No matter what attack it is, it cannot touch me."
Drip, drip.
Fresh blood incessantly flowed from Baekri Geomha's mouth.
Unable to neutralize the returned power.
His internal injuries had deepened further.
"Tsk. So it was a level where you haven't even properly awakened the power of the Heaven-Dark Star yet."
Pamyeong, who had folded his two eyes like half-moons, showed a sinister smile.
"Now just die."
"Hehehe. Hahaha!"
Baekri Geomha burst into mad laughter.
"Showing off over blocking one attack."
Vwooong.
Before he knew it, dozens, no, hundreds of black spheres had risen in the sky.
"You die instead――!"
Kwa-a-a-a-a.
As soon as Baekri Geomha's words finished, hundreds of black spheres that covered the sky pitch-black began to fall all at once.
That wasn't some kind of power.
It was death and annihilation itself, pouring down to erase all life.
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