Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 311

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Chapter 311
It was around the time when the drinking gathering that Dokgo Myeong had arranged was coming to an end, and Dokgo Un-hak was busy revising strategies with Shin Heum.
Hunan Province, the Dokgo Household’s main residence.
At the moment when Dokgo Hwi-hwa, exhausted from overwork, leaned her body against the backrest for a brief respite.
At the moment when Dokgo Yeon, having completed her recovery, wielded her spear in a state of complete absorption.
At the very moment when Dokgo Wi-hak, unable to sleep from news of his son’s injury, gazed up at the night sky.
Whoooooosh!
An ominous wind shattered the night of the Dokgo Family.
“What is this?”
“Overseer. Could there be some training I’ve forgotten about?”
“That couldn’t possibly be the case.”
“Then what was that just now? Could it be the Gaju is…?”
It was a terrifying surge of energy. Dokgo Hwi-hwa had even thought of Dokgo Cheon, the Gaju, in her drowsiness.
Thump.
A single low vibration resonated through the earth.
And moments later.
BOOM!
An explosion rang out.
Dokgo Hwi-hwa hastily threw open the window and witnessed an explosion blooming at the main gate of the household.
* * *
The Dokgo Family had not been careless.
Though their main forces were on the battlefield, they would never have withdrawn all their defensive troops from their home base.
Retired old meritorious servants had sharpened the blades of their swords, and countless martial artists stood guard over the family day and night like an iron fortress.
No one worried about the Dokgo Household’s main residence. Not even Dokgo Myeong himself.
Who could possibly set foot in the courtyard of the Black Dragon, a cradle of martial arts where iron-blooded warriors drew breath, and a place called the Sword Sanctum?
And yet….
“The time has come.”
A mad demon who, captivated by the delusion of being the greatest under heaven, had offered not only his family, loyal subjects, and blood relatives to the blood fiends, but even himself.
To Muyong Tae, the Muyong Gaju, such facts mattered little.
“Begin.”
Whoooosh!
With Muyong Tae’s words, darkness descended upon the Dokgo Family.
At that moment, guarding the main gate of the Dokgo Family, specifically the Black Dragon Gate’s entrance, was none other than the White Tiger Corps led by Seo Ryun.
“Front! Someone is approaching!”
“What?”
“An overwhelming aura! A master… an absolutely formidable master!”
One of the White Tiger Guards cried out from the watchtower above the compound wall.
The White Tiger Guards at the gate immediately unleashed their inner force, concentrating their power in their eyes.
And then.
“…!!”
The White Tiger Guards spotted a figure walking along the main road.
Thud.
The sound of footsteps striking the earth echoed.
At that very moment, a sickening stench of blood suddenly bloomed from all directions.
‘Who… who is that?’
He wore the robes of an emperor.
Draped in a wide-sleeved crimson robe, a single sword hung at his waist as he walked forward with deliberate slowness.
Distance meant nothing.
His presence was unmistakable even without displaying his aura.
‘What, what is this? I… I cannot breathe!’
One of the White Tiger Guards trembled violently.
Thud.
Thud.
The footsteps continued at a leisurely, measured pace.
“W-what do we do? What, what…”
Their thoughts froze solid.
The other White Tiger Guards stammered like their tongues had turned to stone, their mouths moving uselessly before going rigid.
Then, someone spoke in a low voice.
“An enemy.”
“…?”
“Sound the alarm bell at once. Wake everyone. He will not be alone—hurry. We are under attack.”
“S-Sect Leader?”
“Now!!”
At Baek Ho Sect Leader Seo Ryun’s cry, the disciples finally snapped to attention in shock.
Seo Ryun stared at the man with bloodshot eyes.
‘Who… who in heaven is this man?’
Though he had spoken firmly to his subordinates, he felt his own body seize and halt.
He was a master himself. Not merely a master—a true master who had ascended to the highest realm through his years at Sa Heon-gak.
Crack!
He could not fathom how long it took to grip his sword hilt.
But in that instant.
“Do not draw that blade.”
“…!!”
Eyes gleaming with crimson light materialized before his face.
Tremble, tremble, tremble!
His hands shook. His body went rigid.
He had not sensed the approach, had merely closed and opened his eyes once—yet a Demon King, wreathed in the stench of blood and darkness like a shroud, now stood face to face with Seo Ryun.
“If you do not draw, I will not kill you.”
Creep, creep.
A dense, suffocating aura flowed from the man’s entire being.
The ground seemed to collapse beneath me. My qi twisted, and internal injuries bloomed throughout my body.
‘What… what is this? Impossible. Is this sorcery? What in the heavens is…’
My thoughts could not keep pace with reality.
Even standing before the supreme master of the Celestial Realm, this should not be possible. After all these years of accumulated cultivation, how could I feel such helpless terror?
Whisper, whisper.
The man passed by Seo Ryun with only the sound of his embroidered robe brushing the air, his expression utterly indifferent.
Why had he spared my life? No—was that even the concern now?
‘Must I cower in fear like this? I, Seo Ryun?’
In that moment, an image flashed through Seo Ryun’s mind.
It was Dokgo Myeong.
My commander, who had never broken his spirit even when facing someone vastly stronger, and who had entrusted the clan to my care—his figure rose before me.
Shing!
My blade drew itself from its sheath.
I clenched my teeth. My body moved before thought could form—before strategy, before calculation.
“Remarkable.”
The man turned. A flicker of interest crossed eyes that had gazed upon me like an insect.
As his head turned, his body followed, and in his slowly revealed hand appeared a sword radiating ominous power.
Crash!
I blocked it.
Or so I thought.
Rip!
“Gasp!”
Blood erupted from my chest, torn open in a diagonal slash.
After taking that blow, my mind somehow cleared. I abandoned thought and focused entirely on my blade.
Clang! Clang clang!
I swung my sword in desperate succession.
I faced my opponent in a state of absolute emptiness—erasing all thought of how he received my strikes, how he channeled his inner force, every trivial consideration.
To honor my commander’s will.
To not shamefully retreat as a martial artist.
To buy the main sect precious moments to prepare for the assault.
But my opponent was formidable.
Flash!
The Demon King’s blade split the world asunder.
In that brilliant crimson light, I felt my soul shaken once more.
And then…
The world turned red.
Blood flowing from my head drenched my eyes.
“Cough.”
I spat blood.
When consciousness returned, my body was embedded in the stone wall.
‘What in the world is happening?’
As if bewitched by sorcery or haunted by spirits, or perhaps awakening from a dream.
A chunk of time had been cleanly severed from my memory. I couldn’t recall how many exchanges we’d had or how many strikes I’d parried.
‘His martial arts are… something is wrong with them.’
Seo Ryun, who had been coughing up blood, wiped the blood trickling from his eyes.
Thud!
Through my blurred vision, I saw the man’s feet.
With great effort, I lifted my head to look up at him.
“What is the name of the Dokgo Family’s warrior?”
“Seo Ryun… I am Seo Ryun.”
“My name is Muyong Tae, the Gaju of the Moyong Family.”
“…!”
“A martial artist with such spirit deserves my acknowledgment. A life worth witnessing and reporting.”
The Moyong Gaju? Did he just say the Moyong Gaju?
Why was the enemy who should be at the front lines here?
Muyong Tae turned his body and approached the Black Dragon Gate.
‘I must inform them… I must tell them…’
Seo Ryun stretched his arm toward the man’s back.
But his hand merely flailed uselessly through empty air before dropping limply.
Muyong Tae slowly raised his blade before the iron gate that had never once permitted an outsider’s intrusion.
Crash!
The thunderous explosion struck the Dokgo Household.
Screech! Creak!
Rumble!
The severed Black Dragon Gate crashed to the ground with a wail.
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“This is terrible! At the main gate right now…!”
“You’ve seen it—report the details!”
“The intruder is the Moyong Gaju! Muyong Tae himself!”
“…!?”
Wi Baek’s eyes widened, and the Elder Council Leader shot to his feet.
“Surely he didn’t come alone?”
“That is…!”
Of course he hadn’t come alone.
At the very moment the Overseer’s office fell into chaos.
Whoosh!
Countless figures scaled the wall that no one had ever breached, their feet kicking up dust.
Crash!
Those who had vaulted over the wall in a single bound and rapidly infiltrated the interior were discovered by the guard contingent sooner than anticipated.
“Who goes there!”
“Block them! Block them!”
A Main Sect Guard carrying a torch cried out an alarm.
Slash! Boom!
A sword strike that cleaved through empty air seized control of the wall in an instant.
The Black-Robed Men scattered swiftly, dispatching the guards in a single breath.
Crash! Crash!
Their numbers were overwhelming.
There were far more than just one or two.
Those who seized the main gate in an instant were naturally the Jeongheol Disciples and the Muyong Gaju’s personal guard, the Red-Blue Sword Corps.
Whoosh!
The Red-Blue Sword Corps, bursting with piercing sounds, scattered in all directions.
The Dokgo Family’s estate was vast. In fact, when the imperial bureaucracy still interfered in the Central Plains, an official who witnessed the Dokgo Family’s grounds reported to the imperial court that he was certain the family harbored treasonous intentions.
Moreover, the household was built like a martial sect, complete with various mechanisms and intricate passages. In other words, anyone unfamiliar with the layout would become hopelessly lost as if trapped in a labyrinth.
However.
Swish!
“The enemy is here… Ugh!”
Thud!
“Argh! What in the world is this!”
The Red-Blue Sword Corps moved without hesitation, as if they understood every detail of the internal structure.
Moreover, as if this were not their first time, the disciples acted on their own without waiting for orders.
Whoosh! Clang!
The disciples who had penetrated deep into the Dokgo Family’s interior soon pulled out strange jars from their robes and hurled them in all directions.
A pungent, musty smell wafted through the air. Some contained powder, others oil.
By then, Muyong Tae, who had breached the main gate, began advancing in a straight line toward the family residence.
Boom!
Boom!
“The main gate! It’s the Black Dragon Gate! We’re under attack!”
“Hold your positions! Don’t act rashly! No, this can’t be…!”
Had this been the Dokgo Family at full strength, they could have quickly eliminated any intruders.
The problem lay in three things.
The absence of their main forces.
All attention focused on Muyong Tae.
And the leakage of internal information.
Crackle! Crackle! Whoooosh!
The result was a fire demon’s rampage.
“What in the world is happening!”
“Extinguish the flames! Move quickly! Now!”
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The alarm bells rang out across the vast Dokgo estate, and the darkness that had blanketed the grounds vanished in an instant.
The Dokgo Family, engulfed in flames and explosions.
Martial artists who had awakened from sleep encountered enemies in their assigned sectors.
Whoosh! Crash!
“Suppress the flames first!”
“Teams three and four, fetch water! Team one, come with me to handle the urgent fires!”
“Yes!!”
Even in such chaos, merely moving without falling into panic was a remarkable feat.
The masters who took command immediately threw themselves into suppressing the enemies and extinguishing the fires.
Boom!
Rather than fetching water, they extinguished the flames by releasing their internal energy with explosive force.
Fires born of oil and gunpowder would never have been doused by water, yet they crumbled helplessly before the martial prowess of the masters.
“Follow me! These enemies dare to hide within the main sect!”
The one who confronted the enemy blue-sword unit with devastating momentum was Eon Yeop-pyeong, the leader of the old meritorious officials and a swordsman who had dominated an entire era.
Whoosh! Crash!
A single sword stroke released majestic internal energy that shook the entire household.
Though age had dulled his blade, his internal energy remained undiminished. The veteran master’s fierce proclamation instantly dispelled the chaos.
“It has been quite some time since I’ve drawn my sword.”
Slash! Bang!
A single stroke sent a Jeongheol Disciple flying far away without even a scream.
Such scenes unfolded simultaneously in all directions.
Clang! Screech!
The old masters who had withdrawn from the front lines.
They, who had once endured the chaos of war and turmoil, now rolled up their sleeves and stepped forward to face the danger threatening their household.
“Young disciples, follow me to defend the main sect.”
“How dare these vermin attempt to threaten the main sect!”
It was overwhelming momentum. Under the command of the veteran masters, the interior of the household was rapidly brought under control.
Yet the greatest problem remained unsolved.
Boom!
Eon Yeop-pyeong’s head snapped around.
‘The center!’
From the central avenue connecting the main gate to the household leader’s residence, a tremendous wave of sword energy erupted.
“I shall handle this place!”
“Master Eon! The momentum is extraordinary! Let us first deal with the enemy forces and await reinforcements!”
“There is no time for that!”
Eon Yeop-pyeong pushed off the ground without looking back.
Upon arriving at the center.
Eon Yeop-pyeong witnessed a sword stroke at its apex.
Boom!
The single stroke released terrifying sword force. Four martial artists who had rushed near were not only pierced by their raised weapons but had their torsos severed entirely.
Thud!
A casually delivered strike toppled the pillars of a nearby pavilion. Robbed of support, the structure collapsed without resistance.
Boom!
Amid the flames, explosions, corpses, and blood-soaked earth, Muyong Tae stood.
Eon Yeop-pyeong drew in a sharp breath.
‘Commander…?’
In his form, I saw Dokgo Cheon.
Could it be? Had he truly reached the Transcendent Realm?
No. How could that possibly be?
While one cannot make absolute judgments about martial cultivation, it was impossible for this young upstart to have attained that supreme pinnacle.
Just then, cutting through the darkness, the masters of the Dokgo Family rushed forth one by one.
“It has been long, Moyong Gaju.”
“What, what is this!”
It was Jipbeop-bu Leader Dokgo Yeon-sin and Dokgo Yeon, who had joined them midway.
“That man, who exactly is he….”
“….”
Even Dokgo Yeon-sin and Dokgo Yeon stared at Muyong Tae with eyes trembling from shock.
Muyong Tae met their gaze, his eyes blazing with light.
“Even after all this, the old dragon refuses to show himself.”
“…!”
“Even after all this, he does not appear. So Geom-jon has indeed abandoned his post?”
Arrogant brilliance flashed across Muyong Tae’s eyes.
Eon Yeop-pyeong, Dokgo Yeon-sin, Dokgo Yeon.
Muyong Tae’s gaze turned toward the three masters of the Dokgo Family.
“Then today, the Dokgo Family must relinquish that arrogant name of theirs.”
Muyong Tae’s blade extended once more.
Its tip aimed for the throat of Dokgo Yeon.

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