My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 130

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Episode 130. Poison Rain—Dang Jin-u
Dang Jin-u’s gaze swept across the village, now transformed into a hell on earth.
At the horrific spectacle wrought by his son, Dang Jin-u’s fury reached a fever pitch.
His cold eyes fixed on Dang Gu-hwi once more.
Dang Gu-hwi had spent his entire life trembling under Dang Jin-u’s displeasure, yet in this moment he bore no such fear—instead, he grinned as though savoring some private delight.
“So Father has graced us with his presence. Are you here to kill this worthless son yourself?”
“Shut that mouth of yours.”
A deep hum reverberated through the air.
With nothing but the force of his aura, Dang Jin-u pressed down upon Dang Gu-hwi with tremendous weight.
It was unmistakable.
Dang Jin-u had reached a realm incomparably beyond that of Dang Mu-jun, whom he had faced mere moments before.
Though Dang Mu-jun was called one of the greatest prodigies in the history of the Sichuan Dang Clan, the truth remained: he was still only in the Late-Stage Realm.
As time passed, Dang Mu-jun would reach his father’s present height at an even younger age than Dang Jin-u had.
But as matters stood now, the gulf between Dang Jin-u and Dang Mu-jun was immeasurable and vast.
A strangled cry tore from Dang Gu-hwi’s throat.
This was the Poison Rain himself—the master of the Sichuan Dang Clan.
Under the weight of his power—that of one among the Ten Great Masters, a master among masters—Dang Gu-hwi was utterly overwhelmed.
“Why do you not draw upon that vaunted strength of yours?”
A guttural groan escaped him.
“Pathetic worm. How many times have I warned you not to turn your eyes toward the easy and treacherous path?”
Dang Jin-u stared down at Dang Gu-hwi, his eyes ablaze with fury.
Those eyes. Always those eyes.
That gaze of perpetual disapproval, forever turned upon him.
Damn it all.
At his father’s look, Dang Gu-hwi’s teeth ground audibly together.
Yet Dang Jin-u was far too strong—far beyond anything he could manage in his current state.
What options remained?
Then his eye caught upon Dang Mu-jun, wounded and watching the fight unfold behind Dang Jin-u.
A dark smile spread across Dang Gu-hwi’s lips.
An excellent idea had just come to him.
In the next breath, he launched himself at Dang Jin-u with savage intent.
But Dang Jin-u had already read his attack; he sidestepped it with contemptuous ease.
Yet instead of pursuing Dang Jin-u, Dang Gu-hwi wheeled toward Dang Mu-jun, who stood wounded and defenseless, and flew at him.
“Die!”
The Dang clan warriors rushed to intercept him, but they were no match.
Dang Gu-hwi unfurled the Lethal Strike directly at Dang Mu-jun.
In his severely wounded state, there was no way for Dang Mu-jun to evade.
Seeing this, Dang Jin-u moved at once.
He crossed the distance at tremendous speed, trying to separate the two and shield his son.
But then—
A subtle twist.
As though ensnared by his own trap, Dang Gu-hwi wrenched his body toward Dang Jin-u, his mouth twisting into a vicious grin as he redirected the Lethal Strike at his father.
Everything had gone according to plan.
And yet—
“How transparent.”
The ploy did not work.
Dang Jin-u had already anticipated it; he evaded Dang Gu-hwi’s strike with perfect prescience.
Without the slightest hesitation, Dang Jin-u’s blade flashed bright.
A sickening crack split the air.
Something fell heavily to the ground with a wet thud.
Dang Gu-hwi’s arm.
A moment of stunned silence, and then a horrible scream tore from his throat.
“Guh… AAAAAAAAH!”
As Dang Gu-hwi shrieked, Dang Jin-u’s gaze remained utterly unmoved.
If anything, his composure was almost eerie in its steadiness.
Ever since his body had transformed abnormally, Dang Gu-hwi had felt no pain from external assault.
But this time was different.
An entire arm had been severed from his body.
A choked, rasping sound escaped him.
Dang Gu-hwi touched the stump where his arm had been, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at his father.
“You’re terribly harsh on your own son, Father.”
“Don’t call me Father. You are my son no longer.”
At this sudden severance, Dang Gu-hwi let out a bitter laugh.
“No longer? Ha. No—I stopped being your son long ago, didn’t I? The moment that genius Mu-jun was born, I ceased to exist in your eyes. How could you see me when such a prodigy had come into the world?”
Dang Gu-hwi twisted his mouth into a sneer.
At that, Dang Jin-u’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
‘Foolish, even now… to the very end.’
“No. You remained my son all this time.”
“What kind of lie is that? Did you think such words would move me?”
“You ceased to be my son the moment you drew a blade against this clan.”
“…?”
“From the instant you slew innocent members of the Sichuan Dang Clan, you became not my blood but my enemy.”
Faced with this incomprehensible answer, Dang Gu-hwi’s expression went blank.
“That’s… merely because of such a reason?”
“Merely such a reason.”
A Clan Patriarch is not one who dominates his house.
He is one who stands in the place meant to protect them.
In that sense, Dang Gu-hwi, who had slaughtered the people of the Sichuan Dang Clan, had crossed an irreversible threshold with Dang Jin-u as Clan Patriarch.
Perhaps all of this had been predetermined from the start.
From the moment Dang Gu-hwi abandoned and turned away from the path he should have walked as a true Martial Master and heir to the Sichuan Dang Clan, afflicting the innocent and drawing their blood.
Yet Dang Gu-hwi seemed incapable of understanding any of it.
“It is done. What more need be said? You are nothing but an enemy now.”
“An enemy.”
This entire situation had been of Dang Gu-hwi’s own making.
At every crossroads, he had chosen only the worst path—and here he stood.
Yet Dang Gu-hwi felt only betrayal toward the Sichuan Dang Clan and his father.
How grimly amusing.
Dang Gu-hwi’s eyes turned even colder.
“Yes. That would be cleaner, wouldn’t it?”
“I will end this cleanly here with my own hands, and trouble this clan no more.”
“Ha. Do you think I’ll die so easily? Do you?”
As Dang Jin-u spoke of finishing him here and now, Dang Gu-hwi’s gaze caught the sight of Dang Mu-jun behind him, gasping and wounded.
That wretch. Everything—it’s all because of that wretch.
Without you, I would have…
Crack.
Rage, hatred, and murderous intent roiled without end in Dang Gu-hwi’s core.
He wished sincerely that the whole world would burn, that everything would fall into hell.
And then,
Thump.
Suddenly his heart—no, his entire body—began to burn.
“Ugh!”
Dang Gu-hwi, who had been glaring at Dang Jin-u with bloodshot eyes, suddenly convulsed and collapsed to the ground in agony.
At this change in Dang Gu-hwi, Dang Jin-u’s face twisted.
Thump. Thump-thump. Thump.
Soon, a crimson flower, peaked and full, bloomed within him.
Then,
Hiss-hiss-hiss-hiss-hiss.
Black energy began to consume his entire body.
Dang Gu-hwi’s form grew redder and redder, then darkened to black.
His whole body convulsed violently.
The grotesque moment did not last long.
Crack!
A black light burst from his body.
The radiance was so blinding that everyone instinctively shielded their eyes.
Before long, the light faded, and when they looked again,
Dang Gu-hwi stood there. Utterly transformed from before.
“Haaah…”

Dang Gu-hwi’s grotesquely swollen body had returned to its normal size.
His skin had returned to human hue—or rather, it was so deathly pale it was unsettling.
His face was blank, as if devoid of all emotion.
Yet his eyes burned crimson—not a trace of white showing through.
Black tendrils of energy coiled around Dang Gu-hwi’s body like heat shimmer.
But what truly defied belief was that Dang Gu-hwi’s severed arm had grown back.
How could such a thing be possible?
It violated all reason, and yet it was happening before his eyes.
“Demonic Art,” Dang Jin-u murmured, his voice turning cold.
He gathered his energy, pulling it close.
He had one more reason now to end Dang Gu-hwi swiftly.
But then—
A whisper of movement.
Dang Gu-hwi raised his hand-blade high, and the black wisps that had been rising from his body surged upward, coalescing into a single, massive blade.
Then his hand fell.
A deafening screech tore through the air.
It happened in an instant.
Deep gashes opened across Dang Jin-u’s body, torrents of blood erupting from the wounds.
Dang Jin-u’s eyes went wide as saucers.
He hadn’t even seen the attack coming.
The shock of not perceiving it struck him harder than the pain of his wounds themselves.
In the span of a few breaths, Dang Gu-hwi had transformed into something far more formidable than before.
It was inconceivable.
Even experiencing it directly, he couldn’t believe it.
“Father!”
“Patriarch!”
It was Dang Mu-jun and the Sichuan Dang Clan’s martial masters who reacted first, seeing their Patriarch covered in blood.
They knew better than anyone how formidable Dang Jin-u was, and they rushed toward him at once—but he raised his hand, stopping them.
“Stay back! It’s not over yet!”
“But—”
Dang Gu-hwi’s expressionless face vanished in an instant.
The next moment, he appeared directly in front of Dang Jin-u.
Dang Jin-u calmly fired three Poison Needles in rapid succession, pressing his attack.
But Dang Gu-hwi caught them, crushed them in his palm, and threw his fist forward without breaking rhythm.
The impact thundered through the space.
Though Dang Jin-u managed to block the strike, its sheer force hurled him backward—still in his defensive stance—until he crashed into the wall.
A strangled gasp escaped his lips.
His body crumpled to the floor.
Blood, dark and viscous, poured from his mouth.
He coughed, crimson spraying across his chin.
Victory and defeat had already been decided.
Dang Gu-hwi did not press the attack further. Instead, he stared at his own hands, speaking softly to himself.
“Is this Blooming?”
“Blooming?” Dang Jin-u asked, his complexion ashen.
Dang Gu-hwi shook his head slowly.
“I don’t know. The word simply… came to me.”
“What in the heavens has happened to you?”
“Salvation. I found salvation.” A hideous grin spread across his previously impassive face.
Then, slowly, Dang Gu-hwi walked toward Dang Jin-u.
“Stop him! Protect the Patriarch!” the Sichuan Dang Clan’s martial masters cried, unable to simply stand by.
But when Dang Gu-hwi swept his arm through the air, they were all sent flying in an instant.
Screams of agony tore from their throats.
Moans of pain echoed through the hall.
The force behind it was staggering—incomprehensible.
No one could fathom how he had acquired such overwhelming power.
“Brother, you mustn’t! Please!” Dang Mu-jun staggered to his feet, throwing everything he had into stopping Dang Gu-hwi.
Gasping for breath, he pressed forward.
“You’ll wait your turn. I’ll give you the most exquisite death the world has ever known.”
A sickening crunch split the air.
Blood erupted from Dang Mu-jun’s form as he was thrown back.
The force of the blow sent him sprawling across the ground.
He spat blood.
Dang Gu-hwi, who had carelessly kicked the wounded Dang Mu-jun aside, finally stood before his father and looked down at him.
“Heh. Who would have thought that the mighty Dang Jin-u, whose name once shook the entire Martial World, would meet his end by his own son’s hand?”
Contempt twisted Dang Gu-hwi’s lips.
Dang Jin-u trembled as he beheld his son, fallen beyond redemption.
“Gu-hwi… you wretched thing.”
“Rest assured—I shall personally send every last member of the Sichuan Dang Clan to follow you.”
A sinister smile played across Dang Gu-hwi’s mouth as he gazed down at his father.
It was no longer the gaze of a son looking upon his father.
“Now die, Dang Jin-u.”
As Dang Gu-hwi slowly raised his hand,
Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss.
The black mirage rising from Dang Gu-hwi’s body began to coalesce once more into a massive blade.
Dang Mu-jun’s face went ashen.
“No, this can’t be!”
Yet there was nothing—nothing within him that could stop Dang Gu-hwi now.
Never in his life had he felt such utter helplessness.
And of all moments, it had to be this one.
It was the instant when the Sichuan Dang Clan’s greatest tragedy was about to unfold.
But then,
Crash!
A golden-aura blade tore through the space between Dang Gu-hwi and Dang Jin-u with tremendous force.
“Ugh! Who are you?”
Dang Gu-hwi stumbled backward, his face contorted for the first time since his Blooming.
That golden aura from moments before had triggered an inexplicable revulsion within him. No—nausea.
What was that blade?
Dang Gu-hwi’s eyes swept the surroundings.
Then,
“You’ve done quite enough, haven’t you.”
A figure stepped forward with measured strides.
A man in a white mask.
Yet his eyes were strangely familiar to both Dang Mu-jun and Dang Gu-hwi alike.
“I’ve come to settle our long and bitter feud at last, Dang Gu-hwi.”
The eyes behind the mask gleamed gold.
It was Yeo Un-hwi.

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