Almighty God of War - Chapter 209

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Guyang Cheongang bit his lips so hard they nearly tore.

‘I must draw the extreme yin energy to its absolute limit.’

The Transcendent Emotionless Divine Art circulated like mad.

And the golden core in his dantian rotated at a speed that seemed ready to burst, pouring all his martial power into a single point—the scales of Hyeonmu.

Guyang Cheongang recited the incantation of the Hyeonmu Descent Great Method.

All the martial power he had accumulated thus far was offered as sacrifice to summon the mythical being.

“Guwooooooo—!”

A roar that shook heaven and earth burst forth.

In an instant, the void split apart, and through that gap, a mystical form materialized.

The ancient divine spirit, the avatar of Hyeonmu, had descended.

Though its size was merely about one ja, the aura emanating from that small body was absolute.

As if the weight of the vast universe was condensed into that tiny form, even space itself bent and froze around it.

Before the terrifying might of the divine beast that governed the northern region of heaven and earth, Elder Geumjong’s complexion hardened like stone.

“What in the world is this monster!”

As his shocked voice echoed through the shrine, Hyeonmu slowly opened its mouth.

Before that mouth, a dark orb containing extreme yin energy formed.

A black sphere the size of two adult fists.

It was condensed despair, the concentrated essence of death.

In exchange, Guyang Cheongang’s body was already beyond its limits.

Blood vessels throughout his body burst from the pressure, and all his senses became as sharp as being cut by thousands of blades.

The story was long, but all of this happened in the brief instant of an eye blink.

Guwooooooo—!

The black orb cut through the void faster than lightning.

That strike, rushing in a straight trajectory, carried the aura of destruction that would reduce all things blocking its path to nothingness.

“Kuhuk…!”

Guyang Cheongang’s knees buckled.

His battered body no longer had the strength to stand.

However, his eyes, dyed crimson from burst blood vessels, still retained their razor-sharp gleam.

When Hyeonmu spat out the orb, Neungnam Gwang unleashed the final technique of the Great Strength Overlord Fist, and Gyo Myosangin also squeezed out his last strength to swing Pungmafeng.

Sssswaaaaaaang—!

A massive sound of tearing air that swallowed all other sounds covered the shrine’s front courtyard, rushing explosively toward Elder Geumjong.

Elder Geumjong’s complexion instantly turned grim.

His lifetime instincts honed through countless battlefields warned him.

What he now faced was a terrifying power of a different dimension from human martial arts.

He drew upon the Geumjong Demonic Art with all twelve stars of his full power.

His entire arm holding the Mara Golden Bell was dyed in an eerie golden light.

The essence of demonic arts accumulated through over sixty years of cultivation shook the golden bell.

DAENG!

The bell sound that burst forth with earth-shaking force distorted space itself.

Terrifying sound waves containing the will of annihilation to kill all living beings spread out like a tsunami.

Centered on Hyeonmu’s extreme yin light, Neungnam Gwang’s mighty Great Strength Overlord Fist and Gyo Myosangin’s Pungmafeng fused together, forming a massive pillar of light that collided head-on with the formless sound waves spat out by the Mara Golden Bell.

KWAKWAKWAKWAKWAKWANG—!

In that instant, a thunderous roar as if the sky was collapsing burst forth.

And at the point of collision, a flash like a small sun exploding occurred, with destructive aftershocks spreading madly in all directions.

The already shapeless remains of the shrine were pulverized smaller than dust, and massive fragments of the ground shot up to the sky like a meteor shower.

Elder Geumjong couldn’t avoid the recoil of that collision and took it head-on.

“Kuhuhuk!”

Sliding back more than one jang, crimson blood continuously spewed from his mouth.

Though Hyeonmu’s avatar didn’t possess the same divine authority as in the Cheongi Dungeon, it was nearly impossible for him to safely receive a strike imbued with the divine beast’s power.

Staggering as he steadied his form, his face had lost all color, resembling that of a corpse.

But his eyes still flickered with chilling killing intent.

In contrast, the condition of Guyang Cheongang’s group was so horrific it was unbearable to watch.

The three men had been flung four to five jang away as if hammered by a giant’s mallet, rolling on the rough ground.

Crash— Thud—

Elder Geumjong’s eyes filled with terrifying killing intent as he looked at the fallen, battered Guyang Cheongang.

‘That bastard… must die here today without fail.’

Even in pain, the old demon trembled.

‘To already be at this level at barely twenty. If I let that monster live, in ten years there won’t be a place in all of Murim for our alliance to stand.’

That was the moment.

Whiiiiiiik—!

The sharp sound of a whistle filled with profound internal energy came across the distant horizon.

And there wasn’t just one sound.

Whii— Whii— Whii— Whii—!

Four whistle sounds cut through the night air in succession, rushing toward the shrine.

Elder Geumjong’s gaze reflexively fixed on the direction the sounds came from.

His relaxed complexion instantly hardened like stone.

The aura contained in the whistle sounds was extraordinary.

Pure internal energy that could only be contained by masters who had reached the Transformation Realm was transmitted.

And it wasn’t just one person, but four.

‘If they arrive, the outcome will be more ominous than fortunate.’

The sound art of the Mara Golden Bell could theoretically ring infinitely depending on the caster’s capability.

However, with Elder Geumjong’s internal energy, five times was the limit.

He had already exhausted all of that, and striking a sixth time while suppressing internal injuries would be tantamount to suicide.

With the internal injuries from directly colliding with Hyeonmu’s extreme yin light, plus the bell’s recoil, even someone of his caliber couldn’t guarantee his life.

His judgment was quick, and his action even quicker.

His form shot up from the shrine like lightning.

Leaving a dark blue afterimage as he cut through the air, he vanished like smoke into the darkness dozens of jang away in an instant.

“Grand Elder!”

Jin Hoe and Bu Gyeom screamed in shock and dismay.

They had never dreamed that Elder Geumjong would flee so hastily.

But there wasn’t even time to be bewildered.

The two men whose eyes met urgently launched their bodies.

With the massive pillar of support that was Elder Geumjong gone, they had not even a speck of confidence in handling Guyang Cheongang’s group by themselves.

Though Lady Bloodrose was unconscious, Guyang Cheongang, Neungnam Gwang, and Gyo Myosangin were slowly rising despite staggering.

If four unknown Transformation Realm masters joined them, the only future left for them would be miserable death.

The shadows of the Gunma Alliance warriors withdrew like an ebbing tide, leaving only Guyang Cheongang’s group in the shrine courtyard.

Just as tension filled the silence after the enemies disappeared.

Whii— Whii— Whii— Whii—!

With the sound of fabric cutting through air, four shadows leaped into the courtyard like lightning.

As the swirling dust settled, the forms of four people were revealed.

The first to catch the eye was a Blue Robe Scholar holding a heavy iron staff two ja long.

Beside him stood an old man with a bronze tube full of flags on his back, stroking his goat beard, and next to him was a Middle-Aged Beauty with hands as white and smooth as snow, radiating elegant refinement.

Finally stood a Burly Middle-Aged Man with a massive iron box on his back.

The middle-aged scholar looked at the battered Neungnam Gwang and burst into hearty laughter.

“Elder Brother Neung, what’s with that appearance? I couldn’t even say you’re my elder brother anywhere.”

It was a resonant voice mixed with playfulness but filled with internal energy.

He continued speaking.

“Wasn’t that the vicious Mara Bell Sound we just heard? Don’t tell me you got beaten up like this by that old demon who can’t even die of old age?”

“That’s right.”

Then the goatee-bearded old man clicked his tongue and interjected.

“Elder brother, what did I tell you? I said that getting involved with that young brat from the Guyang Family would be a fortune of life and death hanging by a thread. You didn’t even listen to my divination with half an ear, so this disaster has befallen us.”

Though his tone was cynical, his eyes were already examining the extent of Neungnamgwang’s injuries, filled with deep concern.

Mibu glared at the two men before approaching Neungnamgwang and asking in a voice full of worry.

“Elder brother, are you alright?”

Her voice was soft and gentle, but deep in her eyes burned a terrible rage.

The target of that rage was naturally Elder Geumjong.

Neungnamgwang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and gave a bitter smile.

“I’m fine.”

Watching this scene, Gyo Myosangin furrowed his brow in disbelief and muttered.

“Huh… To think all of the Five Villains of the Martial World would gather in one place. This old man comes out to the martial world after so long and gets to witness such a sight.”

His voice as he then asked Neungnamgwang carried shock along with complex emotions.

“Neung lad, did you truly summon all of them here?”

Instead of answering, Neungnamgwang nodded to show his affirmation.

The four people who had appeared were the remaining four members of the Five Villains of the Martial World, whose fame resounded throughout All Under Heaven alongside Neungnamgwang.

Mukyongsan-in who wielded the Ink Dragon Mountain Technique with an abacus, Cheongtong Noein the master of divination who read heavenly signs, Sosumilang the expert of the Bright Jade Small Hand Technique, and Pokgwangryong the specialist in various firearms and strange weapons.

When Paekkwon Neungnamgwang was added to them, they became the Five Villains of the Martial World.

These eccentric figures of Murim, whom ordinary people would find difficult to meet even once in a lifetime, had gathered beneath the old shrine of Jeun Mountain.

It was an event that would serve as a topic of conversation for a long time if the gossips of the martial world saw it.

Gyo Myosangin let out a long breath and said.

“Neung lad, despite your size, you’re truly meticulous. Thanks to that peculiar preparedness of yours, the lot of us here have avoided the fate of receiving memorial meal offerings this day next year.”

It was the most tactful expression of gratitude that the eccentric old demon who had lived his entire life in a twisted manner could convey.

The gazes of Mukyongsan-in’s group all fixed on Gyo Myosangin at once.

In their eyes was suspicion about who this person could be to speak so casually to the renowned Neungnamgwang of All Under Heaven.

Neungnamgwang had anticipated that Guyang Cheongang’s journey home would be perilous, and as soon as he accepted to accompany him, he had contacted his four sworn brothers to come as quickly as possible.

That timing was long before Guyang Cheongang met Gyo Myosangin and Lady Bloodrose.

Therefore, the Four Evils had no idea what the identities of these two people were.

Just as Cheongtong Noein frowned and was about to ask Neungnamgwang who Gyo Myosangin was,

Thud-!

Guyang Cheongang’s body collapsed to the ground, stiff as a log.

The moment he realized that the people who had appeared were Neungnamgwang’s acquaintances, his mind, which had been sustained by extreme tension, finally crumbled.

“Little brother!”

Neungnamgwang, shocked beyond measure, flew like lightning and caught the collapsed Guyang Cheongang.

Though he himself was covered in wounds, the will to never let go emanated from his entire body.

“Little brother, come to your senses!”

His voice was filled with desperation.

But Guyang Cheongang did not respond.

The middle-aged man carrying an iron box, Pokgwangryong, approached and looked down at Guyang Cheongang with curious eyes as he asked.

“Is this friend Guyang Cheongang, elder brother?”

Neungnamgwang took out a Recovery Pill from his bosom and pushed it into Guyang Cheongang’s mouth as he answered briefly.

“That’s right.”

He carefully lifted the limp Guyang Cheongang and moved his steps into the half-destroyed shrine.

Gyo Myosangin also clicked his tongue and tucked the unconscious Lady Bloodrose under his arm, following behind.

She still had not regained consciousness, her breathing thin as a thread and precarious, as if it might cease at any moment.

Before Neungnamgwang crossed the shrine’s threshold, he turned back and spoke to the Four Evils in a heavy tone.

“Brothers, guard this place until your elder brother gives further instructions.”

As soon as his words fell, the eyes of Mukyongsan-in and the other three met.

Instead of answering, they scattered like lightning in different directions, taking control of the shrine’s east, west, south, and north.

From the bodies of those who had taken their respective positions emanated a chilling killing intent.

All their senses were open.

Because new enemies might come looking.

Until Neungnamgwang gave word, they had to prepare for the worst-case scenario.

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