Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 323

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Chapter 323
With the Fourth and Fifth Squads gone, along with Geum Seok-du and Ye-hwa’s forces, and Dokgo Myeong acting alone, the Cheonma Sect’s numbers had dwindled considerably.
Their already sparse forces had shrunk further, making the battle all the more difficult.
Moreover, their current opponents were no mere rabble like before—they faced the Goe-am Sect, renowned even among the six thousand elite warriors of the Moyong Family.
Yet the Cheonma Sect displayed a strategy that defied all understanding.
“Everyone, don’t waste energy on unnecessary combat! Target only the enemy masters, then we withdraw!”
“Yes!”
Remarkably, Namgung Sohwa stood at the front line instead of Cheolmu-baek.
Namgung Sohwa lacked Cheolmu-baek’s breakthrough power, yet her blade covered the widest defensive arc. No matter how many enemies surged forward, they crumbled the moment they faced her.
“Commander Namgung! Don’t venture too deep! There are more enemies….”
“No need for such warnings.”
“What are you saying!”
Cheolmu-baek shook his head at Dokgo Ak’s anxious cry.
“Commander Namgung will be fine. She is the strongest among us.”
Clang!
In that instant, Namgung Sohwa’s blade deflected three incoming swords.
Her eyes blazed with intensity.
‘How shameful that I hesitated for so long. Those days are finished now.’
Whoooosh!
Her sword energy, saturated with the profound qi of the Heavenly Palace Transcendent Technique, shimmered with brilliant blue light.
‘I shall show them what they must fear. The true strength of the Namgung Family’s blade!’
Clang clang clang!
Her strikes were perfectly straight and clean, devoid of any messiness or confusion, carrying instead a refreshing clarity.
Even the cloud-like swarm of enemies could not obscure the heavens above.
“Come forth! Where is the swordsman of the Moyong Family who can withstand this blade of Namgung Sohwa!”
At her ringing declaration, the enemy forces faltered and retreated.
A single flower bloomed magnificently on the battlefield. Namgung Sohwa’s aura, having broken through her limits, was utterly overwhelming.
“Excellent! Let us test ourselves against each other!”
Then, from the enemy ranks, someone emerged while commanding the troops.
It was Muyong Juk, the Fifth Master of the Goe-am Sect, born of a branch family.
‘She has won.’
Dokgo Yeon, watching Namgung Sohwa from a distance, had already confirmed the outcome.
The enemy’s master seemed to share this certainty. Though he charged forward with bravado, his eyes were already dimmed.
‘This remarkable younger brother of mine. You have truly gathered extraordinary people around you.’
In truth, I had worried somewhat.
I feared I might have followed the Cheonma Sect only to play the role of a guardian.
But those concerns proved baseless.
‘These people here will represent our era.’
A master of her generation—Namgung Sohwa was more than worthy of that title. Indeed, not only she, but Cheolmu-baek and Dokgo Ak had both reached a level befitting representatives of their age.
“Then I must find my own opponent.”
Dokgo Yeon turned without hesitation.
No one stopped her. After all, Dokgo Myeong’s orders to her had never included assisting the Cheonma Sect.
She had received only one command.
By any means necessary, eliminate the enemy’s masters.
And Dokgo Yeon was a master skilled enough to accomplish her task even in the heart of enemy lines.
“Well then! Let’s see what we have here!”
Dokgo Yeon kicked off the ground and drove into the enemy formation.
Crash! Bang!
A spear strike, twirled and driven down with finger strength alone, shattered one of the Goe-am Sect’s martial artists.
Her sweeping blow tore through the enemy forces targeting the Cheonma Sect’s rear like a typhoon.
“There! Encircle her! Don’t rush in—just rain arrows first…!”
In that moment, Dokgo Yeon’s eyes flashed as she sensed a presence.
“Found you! You’re quite strong!”
“Spear Priestess?! What are you doing here…!”
“You know me?”
“We crossed paths once before the war broke out!”
“Ah…! Back in Gangseong Province during that nerve war?”
“You must have a death wish. Challenging our Goe-am Sect with merely that many?”
The Goe-am Sect wasn’t called a warrior sect for nothing. Each of its members was elite, and they outnumbered the Cheonma Sect from the start.
But Dokgo Yeon burst into hearty laughter.
“Of course I can’t kill all of the Goe-am Sect. But you think I can’t take your head and slip away?”
“You insolent….”
“Never mind that. What’s your name?”
“You want to exchange names on the battlefield!”
“I need to know your name to report my achievement.”
At her indifferent words, the man’s eyes flashed.
“Lee Hwi-pyeong, Second Leader of the Goe-am Sect!”
“As you know, I’m Dokgo Yeon. Now I’ll kill you.”
Clang! Bang! Crash!
The Goe-am Sect’s defensive swordsmanship was renowned throughout the realm, yet with each swing of Dokgo Yeon’s crimson spear, Lee Hwi-pyeong was forced back.
Whoosh!
She merely shook the spear lightly as if flicking off water, yet Lee Hwi-pyeong’s body wavered.
Dokgo Yeon closed in, swept with her leg, and thrust her spear forward.
That was the end.
“Now die.”
“…!”
Thud!
One peak-stage master lost his life far too easily to the extended crimson lance.
What the Cheonma Sect had lacked was the number of supreme masters beyond Dokgo Myeong.
But now that Dokgo Yeon had joined, and another swordsman had revealed his true strength, the Cheonma Sect was formidable even without Dokgo Myeong.
It was then.
Kwaaaang!
A deafening explosion erupted.
From the west—no, from the center.
Only one master could produce such a thunderous blast.
‘It’s over.’
* * *
Pwoooosh!
A single palm strike driven forward with overwhelming force.
It was clearly a palm technique, yet Goe-am Sect Leader Song Wi felt a bizarre and invasive energy penetrating deep into his body.
“Ugh! What manner of abomination is this!”
Crash!
The follow-up strike that came sweeping down crushed him like an ancient stone boulder.
The nature of the martial art was incomprehensible. The sword techniques he took such pride in—the Goe-am Ten Swords—shattered before he could even react.
Was it unresolved exhaustion?
Or the accumulated injuries festering within his body?
‘He’s barely in his late twenties, they said. How is this possible? This isn’t a late-stage master! Defeated by merely a young man like this!’
Whoosh! Crash!
With each exchange, his opponent’s sword techniques grew more devastating.
No, that wasn’t all. He was actually absorbing the energy from my own attacks and wielding it as his own.
I had never witnessed such martial arts. This couldn’t be happening.
After all these years of cultivation, how could I be pushed back like this!
Crash! Splinter!
‘Gasp!’
His sword shattered under a single, straightforward strike.
Dokgo Myeong’s martial arts no longer ended with mere impact.
As the Whirling Heaven Energy carved open a path, the Red Heaven Energy surged in. The Saint Heaven Energy then seized the wound itself, leaving him no choice but to retreat without even attempting to repel the invasive force.
‘This monster… has he reached the Wuji Realm…!’
Whoosh!
It comes.
Kwaaang!
A devastating sword strike. With the explosion, blood sprayed forth in torrents, and the airborne body of Goe-am Sect Leader crashed hard against the ground.
“Cough! Cough cough!”
The fallen Goe-am Sect Leader made no attempt to rise. He was too busy spitting blood as his chest heaved rapidly.
“That’s why I advised against it. If you had surrendered, I would have spared your life.”
“Keh heh! You… you dare mock me after defeating an injured man… such arrogance…!”
“Is that something the Moyong Family should be saying?”
“…!”
Thud!
Dokgo Myeong drove his black steel sword into the ground.
In the heart of the enemy encampment.
Dokgo Myeong gazed down at him with a serene expression.
“Any final words?”
“Kkhh! Hehehehe!”
Song Wi burst into laughter as he spoke.
“How lamentable. With such a monster in existence… how hollow the Goe-am Sect’s claim to supremacy truly is…”
His voice faltered mid-sentence.
Chaos erupted among the gathered forces.
“The, the Sect Leader!”
“This is impossible…”
Then.
“What are you all doing?! The Sect Leader has fallen, yet you stand idle?! There is but one enemy!”
Someone cried out with an urgent voice. From the faint internal energy in his tone, he appeared to be a soldier.
Yet it was a rather apt command. The martial artists of the Goe-am Sect, regaining their senses, surged forward toward Dokgo Myeong in unison.
“Kill him!”
Dokgo Myeong did not speak.
He merely imprinted a single footstep into the earth.
Whoooosh!
A tremor rippled across heaven and earth.
The surging wave of energy ruthlessly shattered the enemy’s morale.
“…Gasp!”
“Cough! Hack!”
Those already bearing internal injuries, those with inferior martial prowess, those whose internal cultivation was insufficient.
Such individuals staggered, coughing blood.
At that point, the very morale itself wavered.
One against ten thousand—an insurmountable gap. In the end, none dared approach Dokgo Myeong.
“If any wish to hasten their fate, come forward.”
What did numbers matter?
Yet no one stepped closer.
“Will you not come?”
Thud.
As Dokgo Myeong took a single step forward, the martial artists of the Goe-am Sect unconsciously retreated several paces in unison.
Dokgo Myeong let out a faint chuckle.
“If there is no one, I shall depart.”
With those words, Dokgo Myeong turned and leaped skyward from the ground.
“This is… this is impossible…”
The soldier of the Goe-am Sect collapsed, his face etched with shock.
“Soldier! The Cheonma Sect is escaping!”
“What, what should we do?”
The soldier suddenly felt something peculiar.
Why are you coming to me asking that?
“Where are the Sect Leaders! Where are the Sect Leaders?!”
“That is….”
“…!”
They’re all dead?
What in the world happened in just one night!
Yet the nightmare of the Goe-am Sect was far from over.
“Enemy forces! Enemy forces incoming!”
“The Cheonma Sect again…?!”
“A major force! Identified as enemy reinforcements!”
Where the Cheonma Sect had swept through, the Dokgo Family’s forces came crashing down.
“Heh heh, hehehehe.”
It’s over.
I always knew it would end, but not like this.
“Prepare the white flag… prepare it.”
“Yes?”
“We should at least avoid dying like dogs.”
It took only one day for a corner of the Yuk Cheon Sect to crumble.
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Zhejiang, Hangzhou.
Several generations ago, a prestigious family descended from the barren lands of Liaodong and established itself here, laying down roots.
Naturally, much blood was spilled, and the victorious clan gained recognition for its martial prowess, establishing itself as an influential power in the martial world.
That was the Moyong Family.
“How did we get pushed back so helplessly?”
Muyong Tae sat in the seat of honor in the ornate great hall.
At his words, the heads of the Moyong Family poured out all manner of explanations.
“The enemy’s momentum is extraordinary.”
“With the Black Dragon and the Sword King leading the charge….”
“It appears impossible to completely drive them out of Zhejiang now.”
The strategists of the Moyong Family trembled at the Dokgo Family’s strength.
Power, supplies, influence—everything favored the Dokgo Family.
“I heard the sect’s assistance has caused the enemy considerable setback.”
Overseer Wi Jang-chun spoke up.
“Of course it has been effective in slowing their advance, but they’re responding to everything as if they’ve undergone a complete transformation.”
“I understand the main family still has considerable forces remaining.”
“We have no more resources. The funds have already run dry….”
“Then we simply end the battle quickly. Pacheonggun has already mobilized, and I along with the sect’s elite forces have shaken the enemy’s rear to relieve the pressure.”
“The pressure has certainly eased, but ultimately there’s been no damage to the enemy’s main force….”
Boom!
Suddenly the ground trembled once.
A bloodcurdling scream pierced the air!
The atmosphere of the great hall transformed in an instant.
Those untrained in martial arts clutched at their throats, gasping and choking as they collapsed.
Even those versed in martial arts staggered and fell to their knees, their complexions growing increasingly pale.
“What in the world have you all been doing while matters deteriorated to this point?”
“…!”
“You continue to seek every answer from me. Are the retainers of the main family truly incapable of accomplishing anything on their own?”
Everyone trembled with fear.
Muyong Tae’s cold gaze shifted to the side.
“Sect Leader Seongcheon.”
Yong Gun-baek, the one person who remained unmoved even within that oppressive aura, answered.
“Yes, Family Head. I await your command.”
“Tell me. While I and the sect’s masters shed blood, what were you doing?”
“….”
Yong Gun-baek remained silent, his lips firmly sealed.
At that moment, Wi Jang-chun, who seemed to have aged years in mere moments, spoke again.
“That is why I said war was premature.”
“Overseer Wi. What did you say?”
“The main family’s… *cough*! The main family’s loyal servants merely followed the Family Head’s orders to the utmost.”
Wi Jang-chun had uttered words he absolutely should not have spoken.
“I see. Is that truly your intention, Overseer Wi?”
Muyong Tae spoke in a voice devoid of anger.
Yong Gun-baek’s eyes widened.
‘Overseer Wi. Why would you do this?’
Muyong Tae’s finger slowly began to rise.
Wi Jang-chun squeezed his eyes shut.
But at that very moment.
“Urgent report! An urgent report!”
A messenger burst into the great hall.
“The Goe-am Sect to the south has been annihilated! The Sect Leader and all the senior masters have fallen!”
Yong Gun-baek’s head snapped around.
“Song Wi has fallen?”
“Yes!”
“What of the survivors? Are there no troops to salvage?”
“No, all contact has been completely lost!”
The darkness in Muyong Tae’s eyes deepened, while Yong Gun-baek’s voice rose in disbelief.
“Explain in detail! Are you telling me the Goe-am Sect collapsed in a single night? Who was responsible?”
“The Cheonma Sect!”
“…!”
“The Cheonma Sect has appeared on the battlefield once more!”
The great hall stirred with unease.
As if declaring that every deed they had committed would be repaid in full.
The Cheonma Sect, like a sharp awl, began piercing the vital points of the Moyong Family.

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