TL: FoodieMonster007
Staring down at the tearfully pleading Blue Sky Sword King, the Night Emperor stuck out his foot and sneered, "Lick my shoe, and I'll let one of your grandchildren live."
"I'll lick it, right now... Ugh..." The Blue Sky Sword King tried to bend down and lick the Night Emperor's shoe, but the movement caused the sword pinning him to the rock to scrape against his wound, sending waves of excruciating pain through him.
"Kukukukuku... KAHAHAHA!"
At the sight of his opponent pathetically wriggling like a worm, the Night Emperor threw back his head and roared with laughter, sending a tremor through the surrounding mountains.
Hidden in the bushes, Baek Suryong coolly watched the scene, mentally calculating the chances of a successful ambush based on what he'd observed during the battle between the peerless masters.
Not yet.
The two masters were the embodiment of martial arts, their every movement a priceless lesson. Each time they clashed, he'd meticulously observed their techniques, the flow of their qi, their footwork, the subtle movement of their muscles, and the seamless blend of feints and attacks, engraving it all into his memory.
Nevertheless, Baek Suryong was not content to simply observe and broaden his horizons.
Just a little more...
Putting on a mask he'd hidden in his shirt pocket, he carefully studied the Night Emperor. Even among all the martial masters he had seen in his past and present life, this man was a monster.
I don't stand any chance of winning in a head-on fight, but right now, he's exhausted.
Baek Suryong slowly tiptoed closer to the duo. Fortunately, the mountain was alive with the noises and presence of small animals, birds, and insects, making it difficult for even a peerless master to distinguish Baek Suryong from the rabble as he moved stealthily.
Sweat beaded on his forehead as he once again gauged the probability of a successful surprise attack.
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Currently, the chance of success is about half. Still too low.
The Night Emperor chuckled, "Shall we go to the Namgung Clan together?"
"Please..." the Blue Sky Sword King begged.
"......" As if he had gotten tired of teasing the old man, the Night Emperor strode towards the Blue Sky Sword King and grabbed the hilt of the sword impaling the Blue Sky Sword King.
Baek Suryong dashed forward. Seventy percent is enough! I'll kill him in one strike!
Not for a single moment did he think about capturing the Night Emperor and extracting information about the Blood Cult. This was not an opponent he could defeat with a half-assed attitude. He had to fill his sword with the pure intent to kill.
SWOOSH!
Baek Suryong's figure blurred as he suddenly appeared behind the Night Emperor.
Startled, the Night Emperor summoned a barrier of darkness, but his reaction was much slower than usual.
The figures of the two crossed in an instant.
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SPLURT!
Blood spurted from the Night Emperor's shoulder.
Fuck! I meant to stab him in the heart! To dodge that... Baek Suryong cursed inwardly, but this was no time for regrets. He had to press the attack before the Night Emperor could come to his senses. Ȓ
Rotating his body, he unleashed the White Ice Divine Palm with his left hand and chopped downward with the sword in his right hand.
"Ugh!" The Night Emperor, who was attempting to stem the bleeding, was forced to abandon his plan and retreat.
Sensing an opportunity, Baek Suryong doggedly followed him, emitting cold energy to slow down the Night Emperor's movements while aiming at his injured shoulder.
In an instant, they exchanged dozens of blows. The number of shallow wounds on the Night Emperor's body multiplied, and his breathing grew ragged.
"Who...?" The Blue Sky Sword King gaped at Baek Suryong in shock, but because of the mask, he couldn't recognize him.
No, it doesn't matter who he is! The enemy of my enemy is a friend!
"That's what you say when you're in good shape. If you want to catch me now, you'll have to risk your neck as well," Baek Suryong replied coldly, summoning the power of Heaven Defying Divine Art and releasing a blood-red mist to push back the darkness.
ROAAAAR!
The darkness and the bloody mist collided and began to gnaw at each other.
Confident that his darkness held the advantage, the Night Emperor snorted, "You dare threaten me when you're this weak?"
"Well, do you think this is all I've got?" Baek Suryong smirked. Right now, his body was chock full of the demonic qi he absorbed in the Myriad Demons Nightmare Formation.
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He unleashed it all at once.
BOOOOOM!
With a loud explosion, the red mist thickened and devoured the darkness.
"Guh!" The Blue Sky Sword King, who had been watching the clash between the two figures with growing anxiety, suddenly felt a crushing impact, as if gravity had increased tenfold. Unable to withstand the crushing force, he crumpled to the ground, unconscious.
Meanwhile, the Night Emperor was starting to panic. "How...? What...?" he muttered under his breath.
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Baek Suryong gritted his teeth. He knew his strength was far inferior to the Night Emperor's. He was just bluffing using the previous Blood Demon's qi that he'd obtained from the Myriad Demons Nightmare Formation.
Right now, I can only believe in the Heaven Defying Divine Art's dominance over all demonic arts and that bastard's qi.
BANG!
Stomping his foot, Baek Suryong commanded firmly, "I'll say it one more time. Get lost."
"......" The Night Emperor glared at Baek Suryong with indignation, his eyes bloodshot. If he had been at full strength, this would have been nothing, but after the battle with the Blue Sky Sword King and Baek Suryong's ambush, he was too drained and injured to keep fighting.
If it's just this guy, I think I can somehow deal with him, but...
He felt numerous presences rapidly approaching from the base of the mountain. Most of them were lower than bugs, but if the stronger ones coordinated with Baek Suryong, not even he would be able to escape in his current state.
In the end, he had no choice but to give up on his prey.
"...Fine. Since you've shown me something interesting, I'll retreat for today."
FWOOSH...
Cloaked in darkness, the figure of the Night Emperor began to fade.
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"But don't think that things will end like this next time, successor of the Heaven Defying Divine Art. We will meet again soon."
Leaving those last words behind, the Night Emperor disappeared.
Baek Suryong spread out his senses to confirm that the Night Emperor was really gone, then let out the breath he had been holding. "Whew..."
Pretending to be the Blood Demon was a big gamble for him as well.
It's a good thing it worked.
Recalling the Night Emperor's abyss-like eyes, Baek Suryong shuddered.
Why the fuck is a guy like that only the Fifth Elder of the Blood Cult? And 'we will meet again soon'? No thanks! I don't want to see you again anytime soon, and definitely not before I reach the eighth star of the Heaven Defying Divine Art! I'm not that crazy!
Baek Suryong shook his head, removed his mask, and approached the unconscious Blue Sky Sword King.
Squatting down, he rudely slapped the old master's cheek. "Hey, wake up."
This man was the reason why he had risked his life to ambush the Night Emperor.
He had no intention of letting this orthodox sect hypocrite go to hell before suffering in the mortal world first.