The Divine And Demonic Doctor [EN]: Chapter 405

More than anything, it was difficult to fathom what they were thinking.

‘A feint to the east, attack in the west?’

Were they trying to create a diversion while maneuvering their main force separately to attack elsewhere?

But there was no way someone like the Heavenly Demon would volunteer as bait.

More than just a force, they were a religion.

And the Heavenly Demon was their very symbol.

‘Perhaps this is an opportunity.’

Fierce flames of fighting spirit blazed in Grand Master Gwangjin’s eyes.

If he could kill the Heavenly Demon here, the Demonic Sect wouldn’t dare to dream of stirring up trouble for a while.

‘No.’

It wasn’t entirely impossible to completely eradicate the Demonic Sect from this land.

Soon, the two forces, standing ten yards apart, glared at each other intently.

The one who spoke first was Grand Master Gwangjin.

“Are you the new Heavenly Demon?”

Grand Master Gwangjin revealed a grim aura at Jong Geukjin’s response, which was a slight smile.

“The master of the Demonic Sect has personally graced this remote place with his presence. Should I call it an honor?”

Jong Geukjin raised the corner of his lips, casting a languid gaze.

“I thought I should properly greet my kind neighbors at least once.”

“That first greeting will be your last.”

Jong Geukjin tilted his head and burst into laughter as if something was amusing.

“Indeed. Just as you say.”

The smile vanished from Jong Geukjin’s face.

“After today, Kunlun Mountain will become an ownerless, empty mountain.”

With those words, over a hundred demons simultaneously began to rush forward.

“……?”

Grand Master Gwangjin was inwardly dumbfounded.

They were in a relatively advantageous position.

He couldn’t understand why they were rushing in so recklessly, despite the disadvantageous terrain.

Above all, they didn’t have a systematic formation.

They were just charging in haphazardly.

‘Foolish!’

It seemed like a fierce offensive at first glance, but from Grand Master Gwangjin’s perspective, it looked utterly pathetic.

Among the Nine Great Sects, they had the fewest members, but their strength, honed against the Demonic Sect, was second to none.

That was the case when considering their average strength, but in reality, the potential of each individual was superior to that of other sects.

“The ‘Gwang’ generation, come forward and stand at the forefront of the Fang Jian Formation [a defensive sword formation]! The second-generation disciples, support them from behind with the Taecheong Sword Formation!”

At Grand Master Gwangjin’s command, his disciples stepped forward in unison.

The demons crashed into Kunlun’s pointed formation, and the two forces became entangled, instantly turning into a chaotic mess.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Sparks flew as weapons clashed.

“Kuaaa!”

“Kkeoeo!”

Blood spurted out from everywhere, and desperate screams echoed.

Kunlun was overwhelmingly dominant.

It had only been a couple of breaths since they clashed, but the Demonic Sect was the one collapsing unilaterally.

Of course, their martial arts were formidable as well.

Each individual was quite strong for a mere Demonic Soldier.

But they were no match for Kunlun, who systematically coordinated and practiced together.

It was then that Jong Geukjin, surveying the situation, faintly nodded.

In the meantime, more than twenty had fallen, but the Guardian Demon Troop originally numbered only about a hundred.

Just enduring this much against Kunlun’s total force was a better result than initially expected.

“Certainly different from the Potala Palace [a Tibetan Buddhist monastery, implying a previous battle].”

The awareness of the attack and the presence or absence of preparation.

The difference was clear.

Moreover, they had been going head-to-head with each other for a long time and knew how to deal with Demonic Arts.

Nevertheless, Jong Geukjin didn’t care much.

The reason for this expedition was, after all, just a pretext to turn back the Shinma Three Venerables [likely referring to powerful figures within the Demonic Sect].

The real purpose of this trip was different.

To assess the full potential of the Demonic Sect by operating a portion of the Guardian Demon Troop, which was on the verge of completion.

Meanwhile, despite seizing a favorable situation by overwhelmingly pushing forward, the expression of Kunlun’s sect leader, Grand Master Gwangjin, was not bright.

The possibility of the situation changing was still present.

It was because of the Heavenly Demon, who leisurely crossed his arms and showed composure.

It was then that Grand Master Gwangjin’s eyes, which had been fixed on the Heavenly Demon, flashed coldly.

“This should be enough.”

With those words, the Heavenly Demon finally began to move.

“Be careful!”

A resounding shout filled with majestic inner energy shook the air.

The astonishing sight that entered Grand Master Gwangjin’s eyes was right after that.

Unbelievably, the formation was collapsing right before his eyes.

The Kunlun disciples, losing sight of their target and being drawn toward the Heavenly Demon as if being sucked into a whirlpool.

It happened before Grand Master Gwangjin could even warn them.

The disciples were wielding their swords as if possessed by something.

Without realizing it, they were already crushed by the fear that dominated their entire bodies.

Like moths drawn to a flame, they instinctively reacted to the demonic energy emanating from their opponent.

It was then that Jong Geukjin’s hand moved.

In the instant that a blurry afterimage rippled in the air.

Something incomprehensible swallowed the area with a violent force.

“……!”

Grand Master Gwangjin shuddered as if struck by lightning.

He clearly witnessed the dark aura extending in all directions, centered around Jong Geukjin.

The aura, which writhed like a dragon, drew a dark arc in the air.

It was almost instantaneous that the chilling dark arc overlapped with the Kunlun disciples.

And along that trajectory, a thick mist of blood filled the air.

There were no loud explosions or desperate screams.

More than ten Kunlun disciples disappeared without a trace, leaving only a mist of blood, scattered into the air.

“No way……”

It was a single exchange.

A single gesture that was hard to even call an attack.

The elite of Kunlun, who were skilled at dealing with demons, lost their lives in that one move.

It was then that Jong Geukjin’s eyes met his.

He had always prided himself on being braver than anyone else, but now he couldn’t control his trembling figure.

‘A monster!’

He couldn’t even begin to fathom the level of that monster.

There weren’t many options he could choose against such a Heavenly Demon.

“Heavenly Demon!”

Grand Master Gwangjin’s figure became a streak of shadow, covering Jong Geukjin.

“Sect Leader! Something’s wrong! Be careful……!”

Grand Master Gwangjin’s disciple, Gwangryeong, desperately shouted a warning, but Grand Master Gwangjin was already within reach of the Heavenly Demon.

It was then that Jong Geukjin’s eyebrows twitched.

Boom!

A pile of dirt soared from where Grand Master Gwangjin had been, along with a cloud of blood.

Thud.

A single arm that had been belatedly severed rolled across the floor.

It was Grand Master Gwangjin’s arm.

However, Grand Master Gwangjin still didn’t slow down.

Even with one arm completely severed below the shoulder, he collided with Jong Geukjin with the same momentum as before.

Crack.

Thwack.

Two contrasting sounds erupted between the two.

“Sect Leader!”

Gwangryeong desperately cried out.

It was because he had discovered the wriggling dark energy piercing through Grand Master Gwangjin’s back.

On the other hand, Grand Master Gwangjin’s sword, infused with sword energy, was also embedded in Jong Geukjin’s body.

“Ah ah!”

A sigh escaped from Grand Master Gwangjin’s mouth.

Only an inch.

The sword energy that had pierced Jong Geukjin’s skin stopped just short of the opponent’s heart.

But it was also the gap that separated life and death.

Grand Master Gwangjin cast a more pitiful gaze at the sword slowly being pushed out, let alone Jong Geukjin’s ability to remain unscathed even after grabbing the sword energy with his bare hands.

It was then that Jong Geukjin opened his mouth.

“You Kunlun are like this.”

“……?”

Jong Geukjin cast a puzzled look at the words that flowed from Grand Master Gwangjin’s mouth.

On the other hand, the faces of the Kunlun disciples who heard those words turned pale.

“No! Sect Leader!”

Gwangseong, who was in charge of one axis of the sword formation from afar, cried out in astonishment.

“Master!”

Grand Master Gwangjin smiled weakly, even as he vomited black blood.

Turning his head, Grand Master Gwangjin fixed his gaze on the Kunlun disciples and his late disciple and uttered his last words.

“……Everywhere.”

Meaning that Kunlun’s righteousness exists everywhere.

Gwangseong’s eyes shook violently.

Wham!

A tremendous impact devastated the area at the same time.

The force was so great that both the Kunlun disciples and the demons were swept away by the aftermath of the explosion, tumbling more than ten yards away.

“Ah ah!”

A sigh filled with sorrow erupted from the mouths of the Kunlun disciples.

Generally, every sect had a suicide technique.

However, this was only an improvisation in an unavoidable situation, and Kunlun went one step further and learned how to use their own lives as weapons.

A martial art created from the beginning with the sole purpose of mutual destruction.

It was the Jade Shattering Kunlun Strike [a suicide attack technique].

If the Demonic Sect had the Blood Reversal Grand Art [a technique that enhances power at the cost of one’s life], Kunlun had the Jade Shattering Kunlun Strike.

And this was Kunlun’s tenacity and obsession itself.

The principle of using reversed Qi [internal energy] was similar to the Demonic Sect’s Blood Reversal Grand Art, but the result was completely different.

It collided the reversed Qi with the existing Qi, condensed it, and then detonated it at once.

Naturally, the body couldn’t remain intact.

The caster’s body was torn to shreds and disappeared without a trace, but each piece of fragmented bone and flesh became a terrifying hidden weapon, sweeping through the area.

The power was so great that it couldn’t be withstood by ordinary protective energy.

In fact, it was the technique that claimed the most lives of key figures in the Demonic Sect during the Righteous-Demonic War.

That’s why it was named Jade Shattering Kunlun Strike.

It meant that shattered jade could destroy a mountain.

It was a martial art that reflected the desperate will to take at least one enemy with them, even at the cost of their own lives.

Was that why?

The demons, who were astonished by the power of the Jade Shattering Kunlun Strike unleashed by Grand Master Gwangjin, the best master of Kunlun, were momentarily unable to come to their senses.

“Hehe. Everywhere is a mess!”

The Kunlun disciples’ gazes converged on one place at the sound of a hollow laugh.

The figures of the elders blocking their path were already visible.

“Not good. Not good.”

When one of the elders murmured that, another elder received the words with a sigh.

“Isn’t this monster even worse than Jongyeoui?”

The faces of the Kunlun disciples, who turned their heads following the elders’ gazes, were filled with deep despair.

It was because they had discovered Jong Geukjin, who was standing unharmed, scattering brilliant light between the scattered dust clouds.

“But it seems it wasn’t entirely ineffective.”

Although he was standing firmly on both feet, Jong Geukjin’s complexion had lost its initial composure and was frozen pale.

The elders who met his gaze quietly smiled.

“Let’s go.”

“Let’s do it.”

The Kunlun disciples desperately cried out toward the elders who took a step forward without a moment’s hesitation.

“Elders!”

“No!”

At those words, the elders slightly raised the corners of their lips.

“Tsk tsk. You guys. We have to go so you can live.”

“Wouldn’t it be a great deal if we could catch the Heavenly Demon with these old lives?”

“Let’s take his cronies with us at once.”

The elders’ figures disappeared in an instant, leaving behind a dazzling afterimage.

It was the divine power shown by the ultimate Cloud Dragon Grand Eighteen Forms [a powerful martial art style], Kunlun’s supreme martial art, which they had practiced throughout their lives.

Jong Geukjin frowned at the old Taoists who had reached his vicinity in an instant.

“Annoying bastards.”

It was right after that that one of the peaks of Kunlun Mountain was blown away entirely.