The Divine And Demonic Doctor [EN]: Chapter 423

Divine Physician of the Demonic Realm (423)

The first targets that Yeon Ok-sang aimed for were two monks from the Little Thunder Sound Temple who were ganging up on the third-generation disciples of Jeomchang.

A particularly noticeable, seasoned expert.

They were relentlessly pressuring the Jeomchang disciples, wielding the Little Thunder Sound Temple’s prized martial arts, the Black Cloud 罡 Energy [Qi energy] and the Esoteric Great Hand Seal.

However, the Jeomchang disciples couldn’t even mount a proper counterattack against their assault, quickly finding themselves on the defensive.

A precarious situation continued, with blood splattering and the threat of collapse looming.

They were the left and right guardian monks who assisted the sect leader, Gaulab.

In fact, they were among the top three experts within the Little Thunder Sound Temple.

“Heh heh. Easy, too easy.”

“Is this all you can do?”

The faces of the Jeomchang disciples twisted.

Even though they didn’t understand the Celestial language, the meaning conveyed in the sinister laughter was perfectly clear.

They could withstand it to some extent when Sa Gong-myeong was in command, but when he left to save 능소밀 [Neung So-mil], the balance was instantly shattered.

And the two old monks didn’t miss the opportunity to exploit the Jeomchang disciples’ wavering.

“Fall!”

With a confident smile, the monk on the left extended his hand forward.

The black 罡 energy surrounding his hand tore through the sword shadows created by the Jeomchang swordsmen and swallowed the nearest third-generation disciple.

The face of the Jeomchang disciple turned pale.

Because there was no way to avoid the opponent’s attack.

A perilous, flickering situation.

It was then that something unexpected happened.

Suddenly, the two guardian monks were startled as if burned and hurriedly retreated.

It didn’t take long for the Jeomchang disciples to realize the reason.

Because they witnessed a dazzling sword light suddenly erupting like fireworks between them.

The blood drained from the faces of the two guardian monks.

They were confident in their victory against anyone in the Central Plains when it came to close combat.

But not now.

They were capable of tearing apart ordinary sword energy with their bare hands, but the sword energy before them contained something chilling.

To fend off the still-approaching, dazzling sword light, the two men exerted all their strength to raise their protective 罡 energy.

And soon, they were horrified.

Because the wave of sword energy that had rushed in before they could even properly don their protective 罡 energy had swallowed them up.

“Kugh!”

A miserable scream erupted from the old expert’s mouth as he felt something cold and sharp slicing through his chest.

But even that didn’t last long.

Because his chest split open, and he poured out a tremendous amount of blood before dying.

The end of the other man was even more tragic.

He somehow managed to avoid the first sword light flying towards his neck by rolling on the ground, but before he could even regain his balance, the sword energy that followed had deeply slashed him from his shoulder to his side.

The moment he staggered and faltered.

The third sword energy that had flown in again had cut through his waist.

“……!”

His eyes widened, and his figure collapsed, split in two like rotten straw.

He didn’t even leave behind a scream.

He died on the spot, watching his own blood pouring out along with his intestines.

“……!”

능소밀 [Neung So-mil] and Sa Gong-myeong, who confirmed the scene from afar, had different expressions.

The martial arts of the 이화궁 [Ewha Palace] Palace Lord, which they had only heard rumors about, were truly deserving of its reputation.

There was a reason why she was called one of the Five Greatest in the World.

Not content with taking the lives of two people in an instant, Yeon Ok-sang flew into the air and began wielding her sword at other monks of the Little Thunder Sound Temple.

The terrifying sword energy, undiminished in momentum, tore through the air vertically and horizontally.

The monks of the Little Thunder Sound Temple, who had witnessed the deaths of the two guardian monks, desperately resisted with blackened faces.

However, it was not enough to block the sword energy of Yeon Ok-sang, which had struck like lightning.

Blood splattered everywhere.

“Kuaaaagh!”

“Ugh!”

Miserable screams, mixed with shock and fear, erupted one after another.

In an instant, about twenty monks collapsed as if crumbling.

The momentum was truly unstoppable!

“Stop!”

Eventually, Gaulab, the leader of the Little Thunder Sound Temple, stepped forward, unable to watch any longer.

In his hand, he held a vajra [a ritual weapon symbolizing the properties of a diamond (indestructibility) and a thunderbolt (irresistible force)] with sharp blades protruding from both ends.

Yeon Ok-sang, facing the vajra with a faint blood-red aura, wielded her sword without retreating.

Clang!

With a shocking sound that seemed to tear the eardrums, Yeon Ok-sang took a step back.

However, Gaulab, who had launched the attack, had a dark expression.

‘What kind of monster is this…?’

Gaulab swallowed a groan at the stinging shock that traveled up his wrist.

He was offended that an attack with all his inner strength had only managed to make his opponent step back.

On the other hand, no significant change was felt in Yeon Ok-sang’s expression.

Rather, she narrowed the distance with Gaulab, casting a cold gaze.

Gaulab, who had visually confirmed her martial prowess, acted differently from the guardian monks who had died tragically earlier.

Instead of retreating, he charged towards the sword shadows before him.

Whoo-oong!

It was then that Yeon Ok-sang’s sword emitted a heavy vibrating sound.

Immediately after that, the aura that had begun to flicker from the tip of the sword wrapped around the sword’s body with a dazzling glow.

A light of astonishment appeared above Gaulab’s eyes.

Crackling!

A deafening noise that seemed to tear through the atmosphere erupted, and a huge cloud of dust filled the arena.

Metallic impact sounds and exclamations of astonishment echoed through the cloud of dust.

After a while.

When the wind that blew from somewhere scattered the dust, the scene inside the arena was revealed as it was.

Gaulab stood there with a dumbfounded face.

“Ugh!”

Gaulab suddenly bent over and began to vomit blood.

After vomiting more than a bowl of blood, Gaulab looked up at Yeon Ok-sang with astonished eyes.

“This is ridiculous…”

Gaulab couldn’t continue speaking.

He was busy vomiting black blood, helplessly sitting on the floor.

The monks of the Little Thunder Sound Temple quickly supported their leader and retreated.

For the first time, the emotion of fear was engraved in their minds.

On the other hand, Yeon Ok-sang stood there, her sword drooping, casting the same arrogant gaze as before.

But the atmosphere was clearly different from the beginning.

The resentment she had accumulated for many years towards the Demonic Sect.

Now that she had begun to pour it out, the energy she emitted contained a terrifying murderous intent that was suffocating.

Screech!

A chilling sound of air being torn rushed in from behind her.

“Hmph!”

Yeon Ok-sang, curling up a cold smile, stepped aside.

Thud.

With a heavy impact sound that struck the floor, a cloud of dust scattered.

Yeon Ok-sang cast a chilling gaze towards Sa Maeng-gang, the owner of the wriggling iron whip that was squirming between the overturned clods of earth.

As the head of ManSu Mountain Villa stepped forward, Gaulab also charged at Yeon Ok-sang again.

Blood was constantly flowing down like a waterfall from their mouths, as they had suffered internal injuries and forced themselves to gather their true energy.

On the other hand, his movements, wielding the vajra towards Yeon Ok-sang, were relentless.

At the same time, the iron whip wriggled and bounced, following Sa Maeng-gang’s hand.

In an instant, the sword in Yeon Ok-sang’s hand drew a strange trajectory.

Clang!

Then, with a sharp metallic sound, Gaulab’s vajra shattered and scattered in all directions.

Some of the scattered fragments flew towards Sa Maeng-gang, who was surrounding Yeon Ok-sang and attacking her together.

“Kugh!”

Inevitably, Sa Maeng-gang twisted his waist to avoid the sharp fragments.

And Yeon Ok-sang did not miss that fleeting gap.

In an instant, she closed the distance with Sa Maeng-gang and swung her sword down from above.

Whack!

The moment a white flash that cut through the air like tearing silk was imprinted on the retina.

“……!”

Sa Maeng-gang’s complexion turned pale.

Sa Maeng-gang squeezed out the remaining strength and hurriedly swung his whip.

But by then, Yeon Ok-sang’s sword had already split his body in half along with the whip in his hand.

“Kkeuaaaagh!”

A terrible scream erupted, and a fountain of blood spurted in all directions.

Before that scream could even dissipate, Yeon Ok-sang’s figure had already reached Gaulab’s vicinity.

With a blackened, dead complexion, Gaulab hurriedly tried to create distance.

However, Yeon Ok-sang’s sword did not let him go so easily.

Even faster than he could retreat, a chilling flash covered Gaulab.

Pooh-hah!

A thick, bloody smell spread along with a cloud of blood.

By the time Gaulab realized that it was because of the blood spurting from his neck, his head was already rolling on the floor.

“…….”

A heavy silence fell over the area.

Overwhelmed by Yeon Ok-sang’s overwhelming divine power, both allies and enemies were terrified.

능소밀 [Neung So-mil], who let out a soft sigh, shook his head with an absurd look.

He had already experienced the overwhelming martial arts of the 신마삼존 [Sinma Samjon – Divine Devil Trio] several times.

But it wasn’t to this extent.

Of course, they hadn’t been as sincere as Yeon Ok-sang.

‘This is one of the Five Greatest in the World…’

Existences whose names carry a different weight.

If a master of their caliber were to be sincere, they would be this terrifying.

And Sa Gong-myeong’s feelings were not much different.

He had prided himself on being one of the best swordsmen in the Central Plains, but when he witnessed the martial prowess of one of the Five Greatest in the World, he felt his reputation becoming infinitely insignificant.

It was then that a cold voice, like the bottom of the Ice Hell, echoed.

“Sweep them away.”

It was Yeon Ok-sang.

No sooner had those words fallen than the warriors of the 이화궁 [Ewha Palace] Palace rushed towards the monks of the Little Thunder Sound Temple all at once.

The Little Thunder Sound Temple, having lost its leader, was plunged into extreme chaos.

And the experts of the 이화궁 [Ewha Palace] Palace began to relentlessly drive them.

With blood erupting everywhere, screams of agony mingled, and the Little Thunder Sound Temple side began to collapse rapidly.

Once the momentum was broken, nothing could reverse it.

The situation was not much different on the ManSu Mountain Villa side.

“Fire!”

꽈꽈꽈꽝! [Sound of cannons firing]

Following 능소밀’s [Neung So-mil’s] command, the 홍이포 [Hongipo – a type of cannon], which had finished reorganizing in the meantime, spewed fire once again.

The beasts, who had already been badly burned by the cannons, began to flee in droves.

The ManSu Grand Formation had already lost its grip due to the death of its leader.

The ManSu Mountain Villa warriors, who had given up resistance and were running away, also fell one by one before long.

Several days later.

A rumor swept through the Central Plains.

The Little Thunder Sound Temple and ManSu Mountain Villa, which had been in charge of one wing of the 변황오세 [Byeonhwang Ose – Five Savage Alliances], had been annihilated.

* * *

Fifteen days after leaving 난주 [Nanzhou].

The subjugation force, which had entered the Xinjiang region without any major clashes, set up camp with the targeted 신지 [Sinji – Sacred Land] close at hand.

Having moved at a controlled pace, they were in top condition both physically and mentally.

On the other hand, 범계위 [Beom Gye-wi] sighed deeply several times, as if something was bothering him, and cast his gaze somewhere.

Knowing his heart, Cho Ak-ryang could only smile wryly and didn’t openly scold him.

He, too, felt his heart growing heavier as he got closer to 신지 [Sinji – Sacred Land].

How long had it been?

범계위’s [Beom Gye-wi’s] patience finally reached its limit.

“Is it really okay to do this?”

Cho Ak-ryang murmured softly, casting a complex gaze.

“There’s no other way, is there?”

“Still…”

“This is the best way, according to Physician Dan.”

Although he said that, Cho Ak-ryang was also worried at heart.