Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 466

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Chapter 466
Flash!
In that instant, a crimson light flickered across Yuk Ho-beop’s eyes.
‘At this rate, neither option will work. Perhaps….’
Thump-thump-thump!
Yuk Ho-beop’s heartbeat accelerated as his entire body flushed crimson. He had seized control of his heart and lower dantian with his blood technique.
Whoooosh! Whooooosh! Kuguguung!
The Asura Bloodfiend technique vibrated wildly as if possessed.
The two masters’ powers pushed and pulled against each other, achieving equilibrium.
In that moment, Yuk Ho-beop unleashed all his inner power at once.
Boom!
Dokgo Myeong’s right hand and Yuk Ho-beop’s left hand exploded apart and separated.
“Gack!”
Yuk Ho-beop staggered, coughing blood.
His internal injuries were severe. Yet his vital essence remained intact, so he thought he could recover immediately.
Just as he regained his senses and tried to withdraw his right hand as well.
Click!
Yuk Ho-beop’s right hand suddenly stopped, caught on something.
“Where do you think you’re…going?”
“…!?”
Crunch!
His left hand had separated, but his right remained fixed.
The moment it tried to pull away, Dokgo Myeong interlaced his fingers and seized his right hand once more.
“Did you think I’d let you go? I said we’d be companions on the road to hell, didn’t I?”
A black radiance bloomed in his eyes, piercing through Yuk Ho-beop’s very being.
“Y-you! You madman, you…!”
The moment he spat out his words in a voice that stuttered and fractured.
Crash!
Dokgo Myeong felt something collapse within his body.
“…!!”
“…Kugh?!”
Yuk Ho-beop simultaneously felt the impact and staggered.
‘W-what is this…my, my vital essence…!’
Yuk Ho-beop felt his consciousness growing hazy from the tremendous shock.
His power was draining away.
It wasn’t merely being consumed. Dokgo Myeong’s Reverse Heaven technique was devouring his vital essence entirely.
‘What on earth is happening?’
Dokgo Myeong was equally shocked. This was not the situation he had intended.
He had merely tried to reconnect his dispersing power through the absorption method of the Northern Darkness Divine Art. Yet instead of merely connecting, a genuine star-devouring phenomenon had begun to occur.
‘Could it be.’
My eyes wavered.
While habitually filling myself with qi through breath control, I had unleashed the Northern Ming Divine Art.
Critically, because I was operating the Reverse Heaven Qi—a technique of superior rank—the opponent’s qi was being sucked into me.
‘Who would want such filthy qi! Get out of here!’
But the Reverse Heaven Qi paid no heed to my thoughts.
Instead, it took a massive bite of the opponent’s qi and swallowed it whole. The Asura Bloodfiend Qi that burrowed into my body mixed directly with my own qi.
“Krraaaagh!”
Yuk Ho-beop, screaming in agony, convulsively severed his qi connection.
Boom!
An explosion erupted between us.
His remaining hand finally tore away, and we were both sent sliding back more than three zhang from where we had been sitting.
Yuk Ho-beop, struggling to rise unsteadily, suddenly opened his mouth wide.
“Spluuuurt!”
He vomited an enormous amount of blood and collapsed backward.
Yuk Ho-beop’s body convulsed. The blood qi that had enveloped his entire form flickered and wavered precariously.
“Cough! Retch!”
From my mouth poured something as well, but it was not blood or gastric fluid—rather, an unidentifiable black liquid like ink.
‘This… this damned…’
Because I had not been completely consumed, I was able to correct my qi circulation again.
But the problem was not the Reverse Heaven Qi.
Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss!
The blood qi I had absorbed mixed with my qi. I could no longer distinguish what was Reverse Heaven Qi and what was blood qi.
Then, as the Reverse Heaven Qi faded, the blood qi vanished before I could do anything about it.
Unable to suppress the nausea, I gasped heavily, but that did not mean I could expel the qi I had absorbed.
‘Later.’
Even if I took measures, it would have to be later, not now.
I forced my fading consciousness to focus and pushed myself to my feet.
Whoooosh!
The wind blew once more.
Beneath the moonlit night, in the reed field that had become a wasteland.
“…”
“…”
Two men in pitiful condition stared at each other in silence.
I ground my teeth.
‘He’s recovering quickly again, but… it’s slow.’
Yuk Ho-beop’s qi, which had been like an impenetrable steel plate, was now flickering uncertainly. He had been consistently arrogant, but this time he had suffered significant losses.
‘The problem is that my situation is not good either.’
When I tried to raise my inner power as a test, the excruciating pain momentarily blinded my vision.
I cannot raise my inner power. My body moves, but I have already reached my limit.
Then I heard Yuk Ho-beop’s voice.
“Damn bastard….”
“I was tense hearing he’d reached the Infinite Realm, but he’s not as impressive as I thought.”
“Cough! If I had wanted to kill you… someone like you….”
“But I couldn’t kill you.”
Dokgo Myeong let out a bitter laugh.
“Stop your bluffing and shut your mouth. Now things are getting interesting.”
Yuk Ho-beop’s eyes widened sharply.
He stepped forward with his right foot.
Boom!
A faint trace of blood energy seeped from his footstep.
‘I have more stamina remaining than expected.’
Dokgo Myeong clenched and unclenched his fist.
‘Attempting to absorb his vital force again… is impossible.’
It had been a momentary phenomenon born from the convergence of multiple conditions including Reverse Heaven Energy. With Reverse Heaven Energy silent and even the Heavenly Exterior Spirit Elixir dormant, it was now impossible.
In the end, all I could rely on was my body.
Aiming for mutual destruction, I would pierce through his vital points.
“Huu.”
Dokgo Myeong exhaled and his eyes gleamed.
At that moment, Yuk Ho-beop, who was about to take another step, suddenly froze.
‘That guy’s eyes….’
Those were not the eyes of someone who had given up.
Was there something else?
Yuk Ho-beop hesitated and took a step back.
“No. It won’t work….”
Yuk Ho-beop laughed bitterly.
“Snake-tongued bastard… there’s no reason for me to approach you right now.”
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes twisted.
‘Rot.’
Was it because of the difference in realm? Or was it due to the peculiarity of blood arts?
Despite having his true energy drained, Yuk Ho-beop was gradually recovering his inner power.
“After I recover sufficiently like this… then I shall subdue you.”
“A man bearing the name of the Eight Heavenly Protectors is utterly cowardly.”
“Krhrhrhrhh! I won’t fall for such provocations now. My victory is assured the moment Yumhyeol-gun or the Bloodfiends notice and return.”
“You took a hit from me before things even started, and who knows if our Hoa tore you in half?”
“Hehe! Krhrhrhrhh!”
Yuk Ho-beop laughed, his shoulders heaving.
“You’re anxious. So you did have another trick up your sleeve. But I won’t fall for provocations anymore.”
Damn.
Was this the end?
My senses, pushed to their limits, were growing duller by the moment. My head was foggy and spinning, and I couldn’t properly control my sensory threads.
‘Fine. All or nothing.’
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes sharpened.
“If you won’t come, I’ll go to you.”
The moment Dokgo Myeong took a step forward.
Whoooooosh!
A menacing aura carried on the wind began to engulf the surroundings.
Clang! Screeeech!
Metallic sounds echoed from all directions.
Roooooaaarrr!
Hoa’s roar reverberated like an echo in response.
I could not discern the emotions contained within the creature’s cry, but at least the usual composure was absent.
“Krahahahaha! It seems victory is mine after all.”
“….”
“This is enough now. I have recovered sufficiently….”
Uuuuummmmm!
A murky blood aura rose once more from Yuk Ho-beop’s entire body.
Asura Bloodfiend Form.
The killing intent was so vivid and vicious that even Dokgo Myeong felt his spirit momentarily collapse.
Yes, his spirit collapsed.
The sensory perception that endlessly reads the boundary between life and death unless one gives up—it had shattered.
“….”
Whoooosh.
Dokgo Myeong turned his gaze away from Yuk Ho-beop and tilted his head toward where the wind was blowing.
“…?”
Yuk Ho-beop’s gaze followed Dokgo Myeong’s, turning to the side.
Swish swish swish.
Scattered reed fragments scattered like snow.
A Black-Robed Man stood there like a phantom.
The black robe, its silhouette barely visible, did not flutter even in the blowing wind. Blood dripped from the tip of the tilted sword, glistening with moonlight before falling.
“Hah….”
Dokgo Myeong exhaled in relief.
Thump!
His legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground.
It was a familiar face.
And as long as he had come, I would not die.
“Who are you?”
Yuk Ho-beop asked.
Bewilderment, disbelief, and shock flickered across his eyes in succession.
He was not a Bloodfiend.
“Reveal yourself. Who are ‘you all’?”
As he spoke, a group of figures with similar auras to the Black-Robed Man emerged from behind him.
The Black-Robed Man did not answer Yuk Ho-beop’s question and instead gazed at Dokgo Myeong.
Soon, a calm voice flowed from his lips.
“I have arrived, Young Master.”
Dokgo Myeong laughed with a sigh and waved his hand dismissively.
“Surely I’m not so old that I should still be called Young Master?”
Dokgo Myeong spoke with a smile.
“It has been a long time, Black Dragon Sect Leader.”
* * *
Even the righteous sects of the martial world harbored darkness within.
The unavoidable dirty work in the process of rising to prominence, the shameful histories, and those who handled blood debts and grudges—these were the shadows that existed.
In the martial world, they were called assassins.
The Dokgo Family also possessed hidden assassins.
Originally, the very term “assassin” had originated from a direct line of the Dokgo Family, and after he broke his beloved blade and went into seclusion, Geom-jon personally forged new blades to replace him, making them assassins.
But he had arrogantly not hidden them away—instead, he wielded them openly.
The Black Dragon Sect was Geom-jon’s hands and feet, the most secretive warrior unit of the Dokgo Family.
“The Black Dragon Sect?”
Yuk Ho-beop’s expression twisted and relaxed repeatedly.
Having remained outside all this time, this was a name he had never heard.
He did not know that it referred to the Dokgo Family’s assassins, nor did he understand what it meant that the Dokgo Family’s assassins had appeared here.
Lee Seong-cheon, the Black Dragon Sect Leader, approached without a sound and stood before Dokgo Myeong.
“Are you well?”
“A meteor has truly fallen.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“How can someone who has been completely silent suddenly appear at such a critical moment, so dramatically, without any warning?”
“Young Master, you may find this somewhat unexpected, but….”
Lee Seong-cheon continued in a calm voice.
“That person has been watching for quite some time.”
“….”
That person.
At those words, Dokgo Myeong felt his heart swell.
There was only one person whom the Black Dragon Sect Leader Lee Seong-cheon referred to as “that person.” Someone who was terrifying, yet deeply missed.
“Then why not help me sooner?”
“The situation was unfavorable.”
“As you can see, my situation was quite unfavorable as well.”
“I made haste as much as possible. Even this intervention was a considerable strain, so I would appreciate your understanding.”
“Then the situation now permits such strain?”
Lee Seong-cheon nodded.
“Yes, for a brief moment.”
“Then I suppose I can afford to lose consciousness now.”
“Rest easy.”
The moment those words left my lips, I released my grip on consciousness.
The Eight Heavenly Guardians, the Dharma Protectors—even if the grandfather of the Eight Heavenly Guardians himself arrived, this place was now safe.
Thud.
Lee Seong-cheon gently caught the collapsing Dokgo Myeong and laid him on the ground.
At that moment, Yuk Ho-beop’s killing intent flared.
“How dare you presume to—”
Having recovered considerably, Yuk Ho-beop radiated a formidable aura.
Lee Seong-cheon shook his head in warning.
“Stand down.”
“What?”
“Non-interference is his will, so I shall see you off.”
Yuk Ho-beop’s eyes gleamed.
‘This bastard.’
He was no pushover.
Not only was this man formidable, but the aura of those behind him was equally overwhelming.
If his body were in perfect condition, it might be different, but now—
“That blood on your blade.”
“…?”
“Does it belong to our sect’s believers?”
Lee Seong-cheon nodded.
“It does.”
“Then I cannot simply leave. Since I have found suitable sacrifices to absorb, I shall slaughter all of you and take that proper sacrifice as well.”
Lee Seong-cheon and the Black Dragon Sect Members melting into the darkness all fixed their gaze upon Yuk Ho-beop.
“We are not the only ones pressed for time.”
“…!?”
“After suffering such a defeat, and then engaging us in fierce combat… do you truly believe you can reach your destination?”
Yuk Ho-beop’s eyes widened.
“What do you know, you wretch?!”
Lee Seong-cheon did not answer, instead slowly flicking his blade once.
Whoosh!
A chilling aura spread forth.
The moment Yuk Ho-beop hesitated.
“This is not a suggestion to withdraw, but permission to depart. Choose wisely.”
“…”
Yuk Ho-beop’s face contorted.
Clenching his teeth, he released a groan of frustration and spun his body around.
“My knowledge may be limited, and I do not know who you are…”
“…”
“But when we meet again, I shall reduce every last one of you to a handful of blood.”
With those words, Yuk Ho-beop vanished like mist.
Whoosh. Clang!
Lee Seong-cheon sheathed his sword and spoke to the Black Dragon Sect Member.
“The Young Master’s condition is critical. Administer the internal injury medicine and transport him carefully so his qi and blood remain undisturbed.”
“Yes.”
Lee Seong-cheon continued slowly.
“We return to the Sect Leader.”

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