Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 285

A chilling sound ripped through the air, accompanied by a storm of blinding flashes, making it nearly impossible to open one’s eyes.

High above Malman Island, beings beyond comprehension clashed fists.

Each time their blows connected, the surrounding area convulsed violently, the sea split, and cataclysmic events unfolded.

This, of course, was a nightmare for the Taoists.

“Ugh!! Are you alright, Miss?!”

“I’m not a child to be worried about!”

Unmo and Cheonyu were caught in the aftermath, tossed and turned in every direction.

“Worry about yourself… Kyaa!”

“Miss!”

Kugwagagak!!

The sea parted and erupted, sending a geyser of water skyward, engulfing Cheonyu and Unmo in a swirling vortex.

They weren’t the only ones.

The demonic and immortal factions battling above Malman Island fared no better.

A single flash.

Followed by a shockwave that scattered them like leaves in a storm, sending them hurtling in every direction.

Though she claimed to be fine, even maintaining her balance was a struggle against the murderous intent and spiritual pressure emanating from Jiseon [Transcendent or enlightened being] and Yeongwon.

They were mere specks in the distance, yet the force was overwhelming; any closer and their bones would surely be crushed.

“Are you alright?!”

Just then.

A woman of small stature appeared, shielding them.

A familiar figure, radiating a mystical protective aura.

Cheonyu recognized her instantly and cried out in joy.

“Auntie!!”

It was Somang, who had cared for Cheonyu in her youth.

“The situation is dire. This is no time for us to be fighting amongst ourselves. We’ll be killed if we get caught up in their battle. We must retreat.”

“Huh?”

“What about the other elders and disciples…?”

“They’ve all evacuated. Many are missing, but I’m glad I found you two at last.”

Somang chuckled, seeing Cheonyu nestled in Unmo’s arms.

“Do you enjoy being held by a man that much?”

Cheonyu’s cheeks flushed crimson, and she shook her head vehemently.

“No! It’s not like that!!”

Cheonyu tried to break free from Unmo’s embrace, but her body was still weak from using the Bulcheonbulbyeok [a powerful martial arts technique].

“Your father would have made quite the face if he saw this. What a shame.”

Cheonyu, who was usually quick to anger, wore a serious expression as she asked.

“What kind of enemy is Father fighting?”

Somang’s face grew solemn.

“Your father is incredibly strong. Perhaps the strongest in all the world.”

However.

“He has always had rivals, and it seems that one of them has become a Jiseon and is fighting fiercely.

Judging by the scale of the aftermath, even your father isn’t having an easy time.”

Cheonyu felt a pang of fear at Somang’s words.

“F, Father…”

“Don’t worry.”

Somang cut her off, turning to her with a gentle smile.

“He’s your father, after all.”

It was just a simple statement, but Cheonyu felt inexplicably reassured.

She didn’t know why.

Perhaps it was the way Somang looked at her father, or the softness of her smile. Cheonyu couldn’t tell.

* * *

“What a ruckus.”

Meanwhile, Yewoon, who had fled to a safe distance from the battle near Malman Island, chuckled dryly as he watched the war unfold.

The battle between the immortals and demons had fizzled out because of their fight.

No, it wasn’t an environment where they could fight in the first place.

A storm of demonic energy and Yeongwon’s immense spiritual pressure raged across Malman Island.

Low-level Taoists couldn’t maintain flight if they got too close, and even closer would mean certain death.

Moreover, the heavens were splitting with continuous earth-shattering booms, making it impossible to approach.

“Time to leave.”

His plan had always been just this far.

The outcome of the battle was of little concern to him. Whether Yujeong won or Cheonbeom won, it was all the same to him. What mattered was that their fight had created an opening in every sect.

“Including the Baekseon Sect.”

The Baekseon Sect Leader was too strong, a match for four Jiseons. To keep such an unhinged wild horse in check, one had to hold his weakness.

“His children are fine, but I need to hold what he truly cherishes.”

The mistress of the Baekseon Sect.

The Hyeoncheon Fairy, Choa.

What would happen if you held the woman of a man who rampaged without fear?

“Would he beg and plead?”

The thought alone made his heart race.

To have the Baekseon Sect Leader at his feet would be akin to holding the world in his hands. How could he not be pleased?

He had no interest in the world or anything, but Yewoon coveted the Baekseon Sect Leader.

Cheonbeom.

“Yes. I covet that man.”

Just then.

“I’ve been looking for you. So you were hiding here.”

A familiar female voice echoed from the air.

Yewoon’s eyes narrowed, a strange smile playing on his lips.

“Who do we have here…”

“Pleased to see me? I am Yewoo, the only daughter of your father, Guieumna Chal.”

Yewoon’s expression turned ice-cold.

“I was delighted when I thought you were mixing with something strange and escaping my control.

I wondered if this was the feeling of a parent watching their child grow.”

Yewoon seemed to revel in the memory, but his eyes turned cold as he looked down at Guieumna Chal.

“But you were sealed by Hwanmong [a powerful sealing technique] so pathetically. Useless thing. Your father was truly disappointed in you.”

This was not the look he gave his daughter.

It was as cold as if he were looking at something disgusting.

“For you to appear before me now, it must be one of two things. Either you’re here to take my life, or… you want your mother back.”

“I’m glad you understand. And you should get your words right. What you have is not my mother, but my true form, isn’t it?”

“Hmph, you can’t even compare to the tip of her toe. You should be grateful that you were born from a part of her and are even called a daughter.”

No, that’s not right.

“I even regret using her little finger to create you. It makes me shudder.”

Yewoon pulled out a chipped sword from his chest.

A sword with a sinister aura and a sharp blade.

“Since you came on your own, that’s for the best. It’s better to kill you and retrieve my wife’s finger.”

“Hahahahahahahahaha!!”

Guieumna Chal laughed madly, her voice booming.

She nodded, doubled over with laughter.

“I’m so glad you haven’t changed a bit. I was worried about whether you might have had a change of heart.”

She waved her hand, saying it was an unnecessary worry, and took out a Jiangshi [a type of reanimated corpse] from her chest.

A Jiangshi that looked exactly like Cheonbeom.

“Do you believe you can face me, who has ascended to Jiseon, with that thing?”

“Of course, I can handle a clone, not the real body.”

Yewoo added a warning.

“You should kill me as soon as possible. Otherwise, the Baekseon Sect Leader won’t leave you alone.”

* * *

Amidst the raging storm of spiritual pressure.

Yujeong and Cheonbeom fought and fought.

Sometimes with fists, sometimes with divine powers.

Yujeong created mountains with various treasures and dropped them, creating golden lightning to block the attacks.

Perhaps because his main technique was the Lightning God Technique, Yujeong’s lightning was incomparably intense and sharp.

But their battle was different from before.

Unlike the fierce battle in Yongjeon, their expressions were calm, even filled with admiration.

They admired each other’s divine powers and their applications.

They marveled at the means and methods of using them in battle.

They didn’t exchange a single word, but smiles gradually spread across their faces.

It was less like fighting and more like sharing their enlightenment.

They didn’t know why it had turned out this way.

At first, they exchanged fierce attacks. But soon, they realized that the enlightenment and mysteries hidden in each other’s attacks had impressed them, and perhaps that’s why this situation had continued.

But the more this situation continued, the more Cheonbeom smiled bitterly.

‘What a shame.’

It was an absurd thought, even to himself, but it was the clearest way to put it.

What a shame.

It was a sight that would have drawn criticism from others.

The sky was splitting, and the earth was falling apart.

When Bulcheonbulbyeok unleashed lightning, Yujeong’s golden lightning poured down like rain.

The lightning bolts mixed together, soaring into the sky like dragons ascending and plunging to the ground like falling horses. How could it not be so?

After all, who else below the Immortal Realm could so easily block his Bulcheonbulbyeok?

Despite having just become a Jiseon, his skillful divine powers had undoubtedly transcended the shackles of the world.

But that was why it was even more of a shame.

‘I must kill him.’

So that there would be no regrets or lingering attachments.

‘I must kill him.’

His long-time enemy.

“I must kill him.”

Since our fate is such in this life.

Kill and kill again.

To resolve the grudges of the past.

And so, I pray that in the next life, we may be as close as the number of times I kill you today, and become my friend.

‘In the old days.’

Like the protagonist in the story.

Like my idol.

I will treat him and spend time with him.

“So, let’s end this.”

The sound of the wind changed, and Yujeong’s eyes changed.

The appearance of Cheonbeom, who stood before him, also changed.

Four wings and two horns sprouted, and an unrefined, ferocious energy instantly spread.

Jjijik! Jjeojeojeok!!

The spaces around Cheonbeom began to tear apart, unable to withstand the pressure. Cracks in space appeared, creating a bizarre phenomenon where the sky was the ground and the ground was the sky.

Just then.

A dazzling light appeared before Yujeong, causing him to frown.

A brilliant blue light.

The one standing against it.

It was Cheonbeom.

A blue sun rose behind him, and giant swords surrounded the sun like wings, circling around it.

It was a sight that inspired awe, the essence of divine power itself.

It was frightening to even face him.

His whole body trembled, and his instincts rejected it.

But conversely, Yujeong’s heavy heart was boiling.

“Yes, it has to be this much.”

He cried out in a trembling voice.

There even seemed to be a hint of joy mixed in.

“It has to be this much to be called Yujeong’s rival!!”

Yujeong immediately tore off one of his arms and spread it out in the air.

Then, intense demonic energy spread, and his hand turned black.

The black arm instantly split and gathered behind him.

A Buddha statue appeared behind him, wearing a benevolent face, but there was nothing in the place where the arms should have been.

When Yujeong’s arm was attached there, the Buddha statue instantly transformed into a demonic statue, and an unparalleled aura of collapse and destruction swelled up like dark clouds.

Cheok! Then, the many arms of the demonic statue joined together, and an eerie sound like chanting Buddhist scriptures drenched the surroundings.

Along with the ghostly wails, an ominous aura of collapse and destruction spread like dark clouds.

Suddenly, the aura of collapse and destruction began to gather from the thousand hands of Yujeong’s demonic statue, along with the sound of Buddhist scriptures heard from all directions.

It was like a black sun, as large as a black sun, about to swallow everything.

Then, Cheonbeom smiled slightly.

“Yes, it has to be this much.”

It had to be this much to be worthy of being called Cheonbeom’s rival!

Cheok.

With a satisfied smile, Cheonbeom’s hand reached out to him.

Kugugugugugugu!!

And then.

Black and blue met, collided, and mixed, and nothing could be heard or seen.

A space of endless nothingness.

The two were there.

Yujeong smiled contentedly.