My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 155

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Episode 155. Descent of the Dragon

Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump.

A man tore across the sandy plain like a madman, kicking up clouds of dust in his wake.
His face twisted with desperate urgency.
He was Jegal Gil, an investigator for the Murim League.
What could drive him to such haste?
Mounted on his horse, Jegal Gil prayed—begged the heavens over and over.

‘Please. Please, let nothing terrible have happened.’

But he knew better.
He knew how cruel and savage the Demonic Sect could be.
And he knew that even though his own martial arts were hardly exceptional, his arrival would amount to little more than a gesture—yet what else could he do?
He couldn’t simply stand idle.
Not when his benefactor’s entire family might be slaughtered. How could he remain still?

Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump.

The Peng Estate in Hebei was now within reach.
He’d pushed himself relentlessly, riding without sleep, without rest.
He’d lost count of how many horses he’d changed along the way.
The estate drew closer with each passing moment.
And with each mile, Jegal Gil’s heart thundered harder against his ribs.
Then, at that very instant—

A deep, resonant boom shook the air.

In the distant sky, an impossible sight met his eyes: a golden dragon descending toward the earth, bearing down on the very direction of the Peng Estate in Hebei.
A dragon—unmistakably where he was headed.
What in heaven’s name was happening there?

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It was undoubtedly a dragon.
Brilliant, radiant gold.
Every eye in the compound saw it as such.
Yet everyone also knew that such a thing was impossible.
Then what—?
As dust billowed up from the dragon’s descent, a figure emerged from within the haze.
To anyone belonging to the Peng Estate, the face was far too familiar.

A long, steady breath.

It was Yeo Un-hwi—the Peng Estate’s son-in-law and lord of the Baeklang Dae.
But he was supposed to be at the Sa-do Alliance. How had he come to be here?
Yeo Un-hwi turned his head slowly, surveying the estate with quiet deliberation while the stunned gazes of those around him lingered on his back.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
The Peng Estate had been transformed into a battlefield.
Warriors of the Peng clan fought on, battered and bloodied, while servants and household members huddled in terror at the edges of the ongoing chaos.
And somehow, it appeared that members of the Five Great Clans had arrived to aid them.
He could make out figures who resembled Jin So-baek and those from Hao Wen as well.
Yet all of them bore the marks of battle—wounds, exhaustion, limping movements.
Still, with eyes ablaze, they continued to fight the Demonic Sect cultists, pressing forward despite their injuries.
Everyone had suffered.
All because of these lunatics and their insanity.

A long exhalation escaped his lips.

Something surged up from deep within Yeo Un-hwi’s chest.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

It was rage—pure, consuming rage.
That terrible emotion from before his return, the one that had made him a Blood Demon.
And at the same time,

A deep, resonant hum filled the air.

The atmosphere around him grew oppressively heavy in an instant.
Breathing became difficult.

“Ugh!”

The Demonic Sect members instinctively staggered backward from the crushing aura pouring out of Yeo Un-hwi.
The problem was that the killing intent was so dense even the warriors of the Peng Estate and the Five Great Clans were struggling against it.

“Haaah.”

Yeo Un-hwi drew in a deep breath.
Immediately, the immense pressure that had been crushing everyone dissipated.
He had sworn an oath.
That he would never again be consumed by rage, not unless his family was lost.

“Are you unharmed, sir?”

Having steadied himself, Yeo Un-hwi approached the fallen Peng Mugang.

“You…”

Peng Mugang, already battered beyond recognition, stared at the suddenly appearing Yeo Un-hwi with vacant eyes.
His mind couldn’t keep pace with what was happening.

“Allow me to help you up. Let us move away from here.”

Yeo Un-hwi paid no attention to Geom-ma’s raised blade as he steadied Peng Mugang.
Geom-ma, who had been momentarily dazed, suddenly snapped back to awareness.

“You! Who do you think you are, taking him away!”

Geom-ma’s teeth gnashed as he swung his sword at Yeo Un-hwi.

Steel shrieked through the air.

Geom-ma’s savage blade rushed toward the seemingly defenseless Yeo Un-hwi.
But then—

Click.

Yeo Un-hwi caught Geom-ma’s blade with his bare hand.
So easily.

“What—what is this?”

Caught the blade… with his bare hand? How was that possible?
This was something Geom-ma had never experienced in all his years.
What manner of man was this…

A guttural scream tore from his throat.

In that single moment of shock, Geom-ma’s vision exploded in white.

A deafening crash split the air.

Faster than the eye could follow, Geom-ma’s body hurtled backward and smashed against the wall with bone-crushing force.
The other members of the Ten Demons stared, their eyes wide with disbelief.
But Yeo Un-hwi paid them no mind, supporting Peng Mugang as he moved with practiced ease toward the Peng Estate’s household staff.

“Please rest here for a moment.”
“…Yes. Yes, of course.”

Peng Mugang found himself at a loss for words at the sight of this unfamiliar Yeo Un-hwi.
It was as though the world had decided to mock him outright.
And then,

“Father!”
“My lord…….”
“I’m home.”

Before Yul-i and Peng Seo-yeon, Yeo Un-hwi offered a thin smile.
His face bore the look of someone with much to say.
He had never expected such chaos to erupt before he could share all the stories he’d been holding close; the bitter laugh that escaped him was one of helplessness.
But there was still one thing left to do.

“Could you cover Yul-i’s eyes for me?”
“Pardon?”
“Only for a moment. It won’t take long.”

With those words, Yeo Un-hwi turned away.

“Wait, just a moment——”

Peng Seo-yeon reached out to stop him, but her hands found only air.
Today, her husband’s silhouette seemed profoundly changed.
She stood there as dazed as Peng Mugang himself.
In fact, every servant in the Peng Estate wore the same vacant expression.
What in heaven’s name was happening now?

A tremendous crash echoed across the grounds.

Geom-ma, struck by Yeo Un-hwi and hurled against the wall, rose to his feet with murder burning in his eyes, his body trembling with rage. The stones around him shattered and flew in all directions.

“You cursed worm!”

Geom-ma’s eyes bloodshot with fury, his entire body shaking with rage.
He gathered every shred of power within himself and launched himself skyward.

“I’ll end you in a single stroke!”

Geom-ma unleashed an Ultimate Technique he had never before employed.

Dark Slash Demon Sword.

The most tyrannical aura he had yet displayed surged forth toward Yeo Un-hwi.
It was an Ultimate Technique that exacted a terrible price each time it was used, but he had resolved to think no more of consequences.
His pride hung in the balance.
Already battered and dented, his pride could bear no further humiliation before these witnesses.
He had steeled his resolve: with this one technique, he would erase that upstart youth who had appeared from nowhere.
But,

A low hum reverberated through the air.

Yeo Un-hwi lifted his foot slowly, then brought it down against the ground.
The shockwave that erupted from that point consumed Geom-ma’s Dark Slash Demon Sword entirely.
Far too easily.
In a single step, Geom-ma’s ultimate technique had been obliterated.

“W-what is this…?”

Geom-ma’s eyes trembled as though the very earth beneath him had split open.

“So all that talk of being Geom-ma, the Sword Demon, amounted to this?”

Yeo Un-hwi stepped slowly forward until he stood directly before Geom-ma.
Only then did Geom-ma truly look at him.
The man standing before him now radiated an otherworldly presence unlike anything he had ever encountered.

“Who in the hell are you really…?”

But,

“Agh…”

Geom-ma’s consciousness ended there.
He never saw it.
Never understood how death had claimed him.
As Geom-ma met so hollow an end, everyone on the battlefield froze in shock.

“From this moment on, there is nothing you can do. Only to endure what comes.”

With those words, Yeo Un-hwi raised his fingers.
Hundreds of strands of force erupted skyward from his hands, then converged upon the Demonic Sect disciples scattered across the field.

The air shrieked.

The weapons wielded by the Demonic Sect disciples shattered, their legs and arms snapped, and every last one of them crashed to the ground.

“Aaahhh! My s-sect!”
“Kgh… help… someone save me!”

In this way, the hundreds—thousands—of Heavenly Martial Strike Killing Fingers unleashed by Yeo Un-hwi neutralized every Demonic Sect disciple on the battlefield at once.

Heavenly Martial Strike Killing Finger.

This martial art, now wielded by Yeo Un-hwi’s hands at a level far beyond the Absolute Demon realm, transformed the entire tide of battle in an instant.
Only the Ten Demons, the three masters including Gwak Un-do, and the monster remained unharmed.

“This bastard!”

Neung-ma, unable to simply stand by and observe any longer, dove toward Yeo Un-hwi’s exposed back.
Dangerous. This one is dangerous!
His entire being was screaming a warning.
He had to create an opening and eliminate him no matter what.
That single thought consumed him entirely.

Rakshasa Frozen Soul Palm.

Neung-ma’s attack, laced with a cold so bone-chilling it made the air itself shudder, drove toward Yeo Un-hwi’s chest.

‘It worked!’

Having fought countless battles, he knew.
He knew whether his strike had landed true or missed entirely.
Yet,

Whoosh.

Yeo Un-hwi’s form—almost within reach—vanished like a phantom.
And the next instant, he reappeared behind his opponent.

“Wait—just wait!”

Neung-ma cried out in desperation, grasping for his life.
But,

Crack!

Like Geom-ma before him, Neung-ma met death with a hole bored clean through his skull.
Two of the Ten Demons had fallen in nearly the same moment since Yeo Un-hwi arrived.

“Next.”

Yeo Un-hwi spoke in a flat, emotionless voice, as though discussing the weather.
The Demonic Sect disciples watching him felt their blood turn to ice.
Where had such a master come from?

Ding, ding.

Gwak Un-do shook the bell frantically.
At once,

“Grrrrrr.”

The monster that had been held back stepped forward.
Then,

“Roooooooaar!”

A thunderous beast-cry erupted from its maw.

Khummmmm.

Already having witnessed Yeo Un-hwi’s power, the monster unleashed every scrap of strength it possessed from the start.

Shaaaa.

Indeed, the force was staggering.
Red serpent-shaped aura rippled across its body in waves.
The killing intent was so savage that all who beheld it felt crushed beneath it.
Yet Yeo Un-hwi merely smiled at the monster’s display.

“A crimson serpent, is it? Amusing. Come.”

Yeo Un-hwi croooked his finger in a taunting gesture.
The monster’s lips curled back to reveal its teeth as it thundered forward, goaded by the challenge.
Though this creature was a mindless beast, some competitive spirit still burned within it—a savage grin twisted across its maw.

Heavenly Demon Blood Snake Palm.

In a flash, massive crimson serpents erupted from the monster’s arms.

Hisss! Hisssss!

Yeo Un-hwi twisted his body to evade the two red serpents streaking toward him in a cross formation.
But the snakes wheeled their heads back and came at him again without breaking stride.
At the same moment, the monster lunged at him with bared fangs, snapping wildly.
Caught between attacks from both sides, Yeo Un-hwi seemed hemmed in from every direction.
Yet—

“Neither man nor beast. A pitiful thing.”

With those words, Yeo Un-hwi drove his knee upward, striking the monster’s jaw.

“Khuagh!”

The monster crumpled backward from the blow.
In that instant, as the two crimson serpents surged toward Yeo Un-hwi’s face as if to swallow him whole, his eyes blazed.

Shing-shing-shing-shing-shing.

The two red serpents, wreathed in malevolent crimson light, vanished.
Somehow, a blade now rested in Yeo Un-hwi’s hand.
No one had seen it.
No one had seen Yeo Un-hwi draw his sword.

“……!!”

At Yeo Un-hwi’s breathtaking martial prowess, every mouth fell open.

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