Almighty God of War - Chapter 187

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187

In just one step, the distance vanished as if space itself was erased, and Guyang Cheongang arrived right before Dokpaja’s nose.

“Ugh, urgh…!”

Dokpaja realized it was impossible to escape from his opponent’s grasp.

“You, you bastard-!”

Madness gleamed in his eyes as his escape route was blocked.

His reason had already evaporated along with the loss of his arm.

All that remained was blind killing intent to drag his enemy’s throat with him to hell.

His left hand sliced through the air.

Swoooooosh-!

Drawing up his true essence, he unleashed the Rotting Poison Palm toward Guyang Cheongang’s head.

Black poison energy over five feet long swirled as palm force rushed forth with typhoon-like momentum.

The shadow of the poison palm burning like black flames filled Guyang Cheongang’s indifferent eyes.

In an instant,

Guyang Cheongang’s right hand moved.

Swish-!

A single strand of sword energy drawn horizontally crossed through the air like a phantom.

Absolute Three Swords First Form, One Flash Cuts Heaven.

Like its name that would cut through the heavens in one stroke, it was closer to a line of light redrawing the world’s boundaries than a sword.

Speed of the Transcendent Realm that far surpassed human reaction time.

The moment Dokpaja instinctively sensed something was wrong, the blue sword energy’s trajectory had already pierced through his waist like lightning after his protective body energy scattered.

Shiaaaak-!

A moment passed, and Dokpaja was engulfed in a strange sensation he had never felt in his life.

The clear realization that his body was misaligned vertically and the foundation of his existence was severed.

“Ugh… Aaaah!”

With a death cry, dark red blood spurted like a fountain from his horizontally severed waist.

A corpse perfectly and cruelly precisely cut in half.

His upper body slid down unable to resist gravity, and his spilled organs mixed with blood, staining the roof tiles.

Thud- Thud-!

The corpse split in two fell below the roof like heavy chunks of meat.

The corpse that hit the ground scattered across the street with dull sounds.

It was the miserable end of Cheonsa Bu’s elder Dokpaja.

Under the cold moonlight, Guyang Cheongang held the Jizun Sword in his hand, though no one could tell when he had drawn it.

Blue lightning-like flashes rippled along the blade, and a strange stillness surrounded it as if even the surrounding moonlight was being drawn into the sword’s gravitational pull.

Simultaneously with Dokpaja’s death, a horrific death cry erupted from within the Invisible Star Net Sword Formation decorating the air.

“Aaaaaaaah-!”

It was the final scream of the evil woman called Yohwarang, who had maintained her youth by absorbing the vital essence of young men from Gangho.

Claaaang-!

Seventy-two Invisible Cloud Swords rushed toward the formation’s center with terrifying killing intent in an instant.

Perfect convergence from all directions, allowing not even an inch of gap.

The sword lines crossing at light speed became invisible cutting machines, tearing apart Yohwarang’s entire body after her protective body energy disappeared.

Rip! Rip! Rip! Rip!

Eerie sounds echoed repeatedly.

Arms and legs, waist and neck, and even her head.

Yohwarang’s flesh was divided into dozens of pieces, decomposed beyond recognition.

Countless corpse fragments poured down like rain, and the fishy scent of death heavily pressed down on Geumneung’s night air.

Cheonsa Bu’s elder Yohwarang also vanished from the world like that.

After the storm swept through, Guyang Cheongang slowly sheathed the Jizun Sword at his waist among the corpses.

Sssssss-

The Invisible Cloud Swords floating in the air also transformed into fine light, then decomposed into nanobots and were absorbed back into his body.

Though the night regained its stillness, the scene on the ground was like hell.

Torn corpse fragments were scattered everywhere, and blood pools reflected the moonlight with dark red flashes.

Guyang Cheongang raised his head to look up at the moon in the night sky.

As if mocking the horrific slaughter on earth, cold and indifferent moonlight illuminated him.

In Guyang Cheongang’s eyes that sank deep like an abyss, there was no joy or excitement from victory.

Because his fight was not yet over.

Swoosh-

Guyang Cheongang’s form using the Phantom Shadowless Divine Method melted away into the air and disappeared.

He left no afterimage and didn’t even disturb the flow of air.

The next moment, in the center of a room at Sewun Guesthouse.

Guyang Cheongang appeared as if he had been there from the beginning.

The air inside the room was completely different from the horrific slaughter scene outside.

Baek Muok was still sitting in lotus position on one side of the bed.

His eyelashes trembled slightly with deep, even breathing.

He was currently swimming in his inner sea, pouring all his mind into energy circulation and breath control.

He had no idea what life-and-death battle his master had just fought and returned from.

Neungnam Gwang had risen from his seat and was sitting obliquely on the bed.

In his eyes as he watched Guyang Cheongang with crossed arms, indescribable strange and complex emotions swirled.

Neungnam Gwang had watched the entire process that unfolded on the rooftop through ki sensing.

At this distance, a Transformation Realm master’s ki sensing was no different from seeing with one’s eyes.

He had lived nearly a hundred years and encountered countless masters of All Under Heaven.

But Guyang Cheongang’s martial arts, which seemed to deviate from convention with a strangely heterogeneous feeling, made him tremble.

Amazement and admiration, and the unfamiliar awe that a hundred-year-old master felt toward a twenty-year-old youth.

Heavy silence descended.

“I have returned, Elder Brother.”

Guyang Cheongang lightly cupped his fist in salute and found his seat.

Neungnam Gwang opened his mouth.

“Little brother.”

His voice was low and subdued, unlike his usual heartiness.

“I thought with your skills, you wouldn’t lose to them. But I didn’t know you could slaughter them so brutally.”

His gaze turned toward the window.

The night’s stillness had long been broken.

People’s screams spread like waves through Geumneung’s night streets, and the urgent hoofbeats of approaching soldiers could be heard.

Neungnam Gwang turned his head to look at Guyang Cheongang again.

“Did you really have to kill them?”

His question contained not condemnation, but pure doubt and curiosity.

Guyang Cheongang’s eyes flashed with cold light.

“I am not compassionate enough to spare those who drew their blades to kill me.”

Not a trace of hesitation or moment of regret was mixed in that voice.

Neungnam Gwang slowly nodded.

“Yes. You’re right. Gangho is originally like that.”

He continued speaking.

“But they are elders of Cheonsa Bu. A group notorious for revenge by any means necessary. Having lost two elders simultaneously, they’ll come at you desperately… Aren’t you afraid of future troubles?”

Cheonsa Bu’s endless revenge.

It was a massive disaster that even decent major sects could hardly handle.

But Guyang Cheongang snorted lightly and smiled as if it was nothing.

“Elder Brother, what would change by being afraid?”

The arrow was already shot, and if it was approaching fate, he would face it head-on with transcendent spirit.

At that leisurely counter-question, a smile appeared on Neungnam Gwang’s face.

Guyang Cheongang continued in a cold tone.

“They want me to hand over everything I obtained from Pungnimgok. But I have no intention of following their wishes. Then isn’t the conclusion already decided?”

It was extremely clear and ruthless logic.

The Heavenly Evil Manor had shown greed, and Guyang Cheongang had refused.

The only thing that could bridge that gap was fierce will and blood.

Collision was an unavoidable inevitability, not something that could be avoided through fear.

Give up everything and beg for one’s life, or strike the enemy’s throat and protect what is one’s own.

Guyang Cheongang had simply chosen the latter without hesitation.

Neungnam Gwang’s eyes flashed with a strange light upon hearing his answer.

“To not hesitate in the slightest to oppose the great evil that is the Heavenly Evil Manor…”

Deep admiration mixed into Neungnam Gwang’s voice as he continued speaking.

“Brother, you are a far more bold man than I thought.”

Unable to contain himself, he threw his head back and burst into hearty laughter.

“Hahahahahaha!”

It was booming laughter that shook the entire guest room.

Condensed within it was admiration for Guyang Cheongang’s spirit and joy that his own judgment had not been wrong.

Neungnam Gwang shot to his feet and struck Guyang Cheongang’s shoulder with his large palm, making a loud thwack.

“Good! Very good! You need at least that much backbone to be called this Neungnam Gwang’s brother!”

Guyang Cheongang’s unyielding spirit was heating up the martial blood that had been sleeping in the old master’s heart once again.

After the booming laughter subsided, Neungnam Gwang opened his mouth with a serious expression.

“Brother, the palm technique you displayed was certainly your ancestor Guyang Beom’s Whirlwind Revolving Palm from days past. But…”

He continued with gleaming eyes.

“Those brilliant streams of light, that mysterious martial art performed with seventy-two flying swords—what on earth was that? I’ve never once heard rumors of such supreme arts existing in the Guyang Family.”

Intense curiosity arose in his eyes.

“Could it perhaps be supreme techniques from the ancient martial world obtained from Pungnimgok, as the rumors say?”

Guyang Cheongang shook his head without a moment’s hesitation.

“No.”

The answer that followed his firm denial was enough to stop Neungnam Gwang’s thinking.

“The Flying Star Cloud Sword is one of the martial arts I created myself.”

The air in the guest room froze in an instant.

Neungnam Gwang’s eyes widened in shock, and his tightly closed mouth fell open as if in disbelief.

“That… that mysterious supreme art is a martial art of your own creation?”

Neungnam Gwang’s voice trembled slightly.

If Guyang Cheongang were an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years, it would be understandable enough.

But his age was merely twenty.

This was a realm that could not be explained by the word talent.

However, rather than being proud, Guyang Cheongang actually smiled bitterly and added:

“I’ve only been formally learning martial arts for barely three years, so there are still many lacking points that leave me ashamed.”

Crash—!

Invisible thunder struck Neungnam Gwang’s mind.

A kind of fear beyond admiration appeared on his face.

“Th… three years? Are you saying you’ve only been learning martial arts for a few years?”

Neungnam Gwang’s voice was close to a scream.

His eyes showed he couldn’t believe it and didn’t want to believe it.

Guyang Cheongang calmly counted on his fingers as he answered.

“Hmm… by years it’s entering the fourth year, but precisely it’s been a little over three years.”

Heavy silence pressed down on the guest room.

Neungnam Gwang stared blankly at Guyang Cheongang with a dazed expression.

He felt as if his own life, having devoted a hundred years to cultivation, those fierce years, were crumbling helplessly beneath this young man’s feet.

Neungnam Gwang couldn’t grasp how to define the monster before his eyes.

In just that short time of three years, Guyang Cheongang had broken through the wall of mid-level Transformation Realm, created supreme arts that would shake All Under Heaven, and become a master capable of killing two elders of the Heavenly Evil Manor, a major force of the dark path.

To think that accomplishing all these achievements required merely about a thousand days…

Neungnam Gwang froze like a stone statue.

Even he, who had been praised as a natural martial genius, had to devote over sixty years to set foot on the threshold of mid-level Transformation Realm.

Sixty years of achievement gained through blood-spitting training and crossing the brink of death.

Before this young man who had caught up to that with just three years of cultivation, he could only feel frustration, jealousy, and emptiness.

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