My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 156

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Chapter 156. The Martial God
“I, I say. Pinch my cheek for me, would you? I’m certain I must be dreaming.”
“Were we really calling someone of that caliber a mere servant boy?”
“M, at least his head’s still attached to his shoulders.”
The Peng Estate’s warriors stood frozen, eyes fixed on Yeo Un-hwi at a distance, their mouths hanging open.
Yet among them,
“Ha, hahaha… hahaha!”
No Il-bong, who had occasionally taught Yeo Un-hwi the Peng Estate’s martial techniques, was laughing with the dazed expression of a man half-unhinged.
He wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and vanish—the shame of his former self, pontificating about what martial arts and Internal Energy truly were to someone who was now utterly dominating every celebrated master whose name rang through the Martial World.
He was the same man who’d told Yeo Un-hwi that he was already too old to begin in earnest, to train without great expectations, to accept his own limits with grace and composure.
Thus, everyone in the Peng Estate stood in utter shock.
And the patriarchs of the Five Great Clans were no different.
“How could someone so young have reached such a realm?”
The word “astonishing” scarcely sufficed.
What’s more, Yeo Un-hwi hadn’t even deployed any special techniques yet.
He was dominating them with nothing but basic movements and straightforward attacks.
A martial path that truly deserved the name—a Martial God.
The Demon Cult members who had already been rendered helpless by Yeo Un-hwi’s Crushing Palm Strike stood in ashen silence, not a sound escaping their lips.
“Extraordinary, truly extraordinary.”
To think he’d toppled the Ten Demon Saints one after another with such ease—mighty warriors who’d once stood as peers—and had even overwhelmed a man who was once a former Sect Master of the Demonic Sect and had claimed one of the seats among the Twelve Supremes, even if he’d since lost his mind.
And that man was nothing but a figurehead of the Baeklang Dae, supposedly ignorant of martial arts, a live-in son-in-law of the Peng Estate in Hebei.
They burned to ask Peng Mugang what in heaven’s name was happening,
“Huh…….”
But seeing Peng Mugang himself looking even more shaken than they were, his jaw slack with astonishment, that urge evaporated instantly.
He clearly hadn’t known either.
How could this possibly be real?
And yet,
“Not yet, not yet.”
Dang Jinwoo muttered the words with an anxious look in his eyes.
Hwangbo Gyun turned to him with a questioning expression.
“What do you mean by that?”
“I can’t feel assured yet. No matter how much he’s dominating now, that monster is bound to pull out something impossible.”
Why else would a monster be called a monster?
In the ordinary course of things, no human being pushes their body to the point of utter ruination.
But one who has lost his reason is no ordinary human.
He will surely abandon all caution about his own body and attempt something unimaginable.
And indeed,
Clang. Clang. Clang.
Gwak Un-do’s face went white as he shook the bell frantically like a madman.
This situation was something he had never imagined possible.
That the Ten Demon Saints would fall so pathetically.
What appalled him even more was that the monster, despite having gone all out, was helplessly giving ground.
This was bad. This was truly…….
At this rate, there would be no time to deal with the Five Great Clans or the Peng Estate—they’d need to worry about survival itself.
“Get up! Get up, I’m telling you! Break the Forbidden Technique and crush that bastard, now!”
A desperate Gwak Un-do issued a command that should never be given.
Roooaaahhh.
The Forbidden Technique.
At those words, the monster’s body convulsed.
His entire frame flushed hot as if burning, and then tiny black specks began to appear across his whole body.
“Kuooooooooo!”
The very air around him trembled.
The monster began to channel every ounce of power he possessed—no, power beyond that, enough to shatter his own body.
The blood vessels across his frame bulged as though ready to burst.
Yet his strength only grew more formidable. The words seemed insufficient to capture it.
It was only natural.
This was the power of a man once called one of the Twelve Supremes, power that his own body could no longer withstand.
The monster stretched both arms wide to either side, his eyes blazing red.
Great Ultimate Blood Serpent.
Then, in a dimension wholly different from before, an overwhelmingly massive crimson serpent uncoiled itself and raised its head behind the monster.
It was a size that could justly be called a dragon.
Hiss-hiss-hiss-hiss.
“Ah. Ah…….”
The faces of all who witnessed it drained of color.
The murderous aura emanating from the crimson serpent set their bodies trembling.
Yet,
With a sweep,
Yeo Un-hwi slashed his hand through the air, severing the killing intent that had been directed toward the crowd, and those who had trembled in terror swiftly regained their composure.
Yeo Un-hwi gazed at the enormous serpent fixed upon him, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
“Quite the spectacular display you’ve put on. Very well. Then let me show you something equally entertaining.”
What was he thinking?
Yeo Un-hwi slowly sheathed his sword.
Then, drawing a brief breath, he closed his eyes with deliberate calm.
He was about to summon a power he had not yet used.
The moment Yeo Un-hwi’s eyes opened again,
“Look, look there!”
The clouds high above split wide, and something descended slowly through the rift.
It was the form of a sword, wreathed in brilliant golden light.
Yeo Un-hwi stretched out his hand, grasped the sword, and his entire body began to radiate with golden brilliance.
As if his very existence had become the sun itself.
“Roooaaaaargh!”
Sensing calamity in that sight, the creature shrieked and poured forth every ounce of its power.
Shrieeeeeek!
The red serpent twisted and shot skyward, its aura descending savagely upon Yeo Un-hwi.
As if to devour everything in the world.
Death shadowed the very path the serpent traced.
If this continued, not merely the Peng Estate but all who stood there would be swallowed within the serpent’s jaws.
In that instant,
“Let the blade cleave all evil that exists in this world.”
Facing the great malice that rushed toward him, Yeo Un-hwi spoke softly.
Then he brought the sword in his hand into motion.
Neither fast nor slow, but at a measured pace.
A whisper of light.
The golden aura shaped like a sword drew a single line across the world.
A line of righteousness that destroys evil.
The Heart Sword.
The Formless Sword, or what some call the Heart is Kill—that ultimate state had unfolded through Yeo Un-hwi’s hands in this very moment.
The world was filled entirely with golden radiance.
Whoooooooosh!
Before that light,
Shrieeeeeeeeeek……!
The colossal serpent that had surged forth as if to destroy all before it vanished without a trace.
“Raaaaaaaaaagh!”
And with it, the creature—or rather, Gwak Cheon-gang, the former Sect Master of the Demonic Sect, who had only just regained his sanity in those final moments—met death without leaving any trace behind.
Crack.
The bell Gwak Un-do had been holding, too, crumbled to dust as if its purpose had been spent.
A perfect silence fell over the battlefield.
Overwhelmed by a sight so crushing, both enemies and allies alike stood speechless.
It was a shock beyond all comparison to what had come before.
Everything they had known until now, all their understanding of the world—it felt as though it had been turned completely upside down, as if they had glimpsed the very limit of emptiness itself.
What more could anyone possibly say?
It had transcended amazement and verged on awe.
But for the surviving Demon Cult members, that awe swiftly transformed into utter terror.
Step, step.
While all held their breath in silence, Yeo Un-hwi approached Gwak Un-do, the third young master who had been controlling the creature.
“Ah. Ah.”
Gwak Un-do’s eyes trembled under the grip of extreme fear.
‘A monster. That’s an impossible monster.’
Gwak Un-do’s entire body shook.
Though he had prided himself on having witnessed every horror in his lifetime, he had never seen anything like this.
The moment Gwak Un-do faced Yeo Un-hwi, the man appeared to him as an enormous golden dragon.
And that dragon’s eyes were fixed upon him.
This was no opponent one could defeat or flee from.
Yet he could not simply die like this, so helplessly.
If he could only leverage his status somehow, survival might still be possible.
He forced his mouth open with every ounce of strength.
“I—I am the Third Son of the Heavenly Demon Cult. I’m destined to become the next Sect Master. Kill me, and the Heavenly Demon Cult won’t let it rest…….”
But,
Crunch.
He never finished his words.
His head fell to the ground.
“Nonsense. You were the ones who struck first.”
Then,
Screech!
The Red Demon, still clinging to life, attempted to flee.
Acting on pure instinct to survive, he spun his body and tried to run.
But,
“I never granted you that permission.”
Yeo Un-hwi’s cold words fell like ice.
His blade flashed.
“Urgh…….”
The Red Demon’s body crumpled to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.
Aside from the ordinary Demon Cult members, only one of the Ten Demon Saints remained alive—Chu-ma.
“Uhhhhh.”
His body trembled violently.
He was rolling his eyes frantically, searching for any way out.
He wanted to live—desperately.
But he had witnessed with his own eyes mere moments before that fighting, fleeing, and negotiating were all equally futile.
So what could he… Ah!
Then he remembered the Guardian Mirror he carried in his robe.
Chu-ma drew it out immediately.
But the problem was he still didn’t know how to activate it.
Simply drawing it seemed insufficient—the protective array wouldn’t engage.
As Chu-ma stood there holding the Guardian Mirror, Yeo Un-hwi’s expression twisted.
“Why do you have that?”
But Chu-ma gave no answer to Yeo Un-hwi’s question, instead crying out desperately in his heart.
‘Please! Please! Please! Pleeeease!’
And then the cry burst from his lips.
“Please!”
Immediately, the Guardian Mirror began to glow.
Chu-ma understood.
The array was beginning to activate.
“It worked!”
But the light pouring from the Guardian Mirror faded almost at once.
“What—how?”
“The Guardian Mirror only activates while its owner lives.”
“What?”
Those words meant,
“Gah…….”
His vision spun suddenly.
The world inverted, and Chu-ma found himself looking at his own body from somewhere beyond it.
Then he understood.
He was already dead.
Thud.
The headless corpse of Chu-ma fell to the ground.
Thus, four of the Ten Demon Saints that the Demonic Sect took pride in, and a mad creature who had once been the former Sect Master and was now nothing but a living weapon, were all slaughtered in the blink of an eye.
By a single man.
And so, in that moment when Yeo Un-hwi’s true power was revealed to the world,
everyone bearing witness fell silent, bereft of words.
Namgoong Hwan, the Imperial Sword; Hwangbo Gyun, the Gwangpung Shingeun; Dang Jinwoo, the Lone Wolf; Jegal Seung, the Thunderous; Hao Wen’s Master Jin So-baek; and all those assembled wore the same expression.
It was a power that lay entirely beyond the scope of martial arts they had ever known.
Yes. It was divine—a Martial God’s prowess, worthy of the name itself.
“Exhale.”
Yeo Un-hwi turned slowly, his gaze sweeping across the people of the Peng Estate and his companions, and he spoke.
His face bore no difference from his usual self, calm and familiar.
“Is everyone all right?”
“…….”
No one knew what answer to give.
Everyone wore a dazed expression.
Soon, leaving their stares behind, Yeo Un-hwi approached Peng Seo-yeon.
“It took longer than I expected.”
“You…….”
Yeo Un-hwi offered a faint smile to the bewildered Peng Seo-yeon.
At some point, Yul-i had fallen asleep in Peng Seo-yeon’s embrace.
For reasons unclear, from the moment Yeo Un-hwi arrived, Yul-i neither trembled nor showed any sign of fear.
As if she had known all along that such an outcome would come to pass.
“In truth, there is much I should tell you. Though I never imagined it would unfold like this.”
After circling round and round for so long, the moment had finally come to speak to her—the truth he had worked so hard to conceal.
It was a secret he had guarded all this time.
It would be a longer tale than he expected.

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