Namgung Heavenly Demon - Chapter 103

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Chapter 103

In front of the Dang Clan’s main gate.

The cool morning air brushed against Namgung Cheon’s face.

Namgung Cheon and Mujin stood holding their horses’ reins, gazing at the main gate.

Before long, the tightly closed main gate slowly opened.

The first to appear was Dangmu with his sunken eyes.

Behind him, thirty warriors dressed in dark green martial robes with their faces covered by masks silently followed.

It was the Green Scale Unit, one of the Sichuan Dang Clan’s elite military forces.

“Quite impressive, isn’t it, Young Master?”

Mujin muttered with admiration in his voice.

Namgung Cheon nodded silently.

Despite thirty warriors moving, their footsteps could barely be heard.

‘They must be specialized in assassination or tracking.’

At that moment, the man at the head of the Green Scale Unit approached Namgung Cheon.

“I am Dangcheokjung, leader of the Green Scale Unit.”

He briefly introduced himself.

“I heard the Seven Killer Gate is our target.”

Namgung Cheon nodded.

“That’s correct.”

Dangcheokjung nodded lightly and continued.

“Chilya, the master of Seven Killer Gate. He’s a master who has reached the peak of excellence. He uses a secret technique called Seven Kill Shadowless Hand, which is quite troublesome. The other disciples range mostly from peak-class to second-rate. We estimate their numbers at roughly fifty.”

At those words, Namgung Cheon glanced over the Green Scale Unit once.

‘Including myself, Mujin, and this unit leader, there are three transcendent masters, and the rest are all peak-class.’

It was more than sufficient force to deal with a mere assassination sect.

Seeing Namgung Cheon’s appraising gaze sweep over the Green Scale Unit, Dangcheokjung frowned and spoke.

“However, keep one thing in mind, Young Master. Our goal is to annihilate the Seven Killer Gate and uncover the mastermind behind this incident, not to protect your safety.”

It was a clear line drawn, stating they were moving for the clan’s sake.

To this, Namgung Cheon replied calmly.

“That’s fine. I won’t concern myself with the Green Scale Unit either. Just focus on cutting down the enemies before you.”

“….”

A strange light flickered in Dangcheokjung’s eyes at Namgung Cheon’s words.

No matter how much he had reached the transcendent realm, he was still young, barely of age.

‘Yet he remains so calm even when told to look after his own life.’

Even experienced warriors would feel at least some tension.

“…Understood.”

Dangcheokjung stepped back and raised his hand.

“We depart!”

The Green Scale Unit mounted their horses in unison.

Namgung Cheon, Mujin, and Dangmu also grabbed their reins and prepared to depart.

The group left the Dang Clan and rode toward Jayang.

As they left Chengdu and headed south, the landscape became more barren.

The sky was covered with gray clouds, creating a desolate atmosphere.

“…Isn’t the atmosphere too heavy?”

Mujin muttered while looking at the Green Scale Unit ahead.

As he said, despite nearly thirty warriors riding horses, no sound could be heard except for hoofbeats.

“Young Master Dang.”

Mujin spoke to Dangmu who had approached beside him.

“Is that Green Scale Unit always so quiet? How should I put it, they don’t seem human.”

“They’re trained that way. And… if emotions get in the way when killing people, it would be difficult for them too.”

“….”

Mujin pressed his lips tightly together.

He had already noticed that the Green Scale Unit consisted of people who wouldn’t hesitate to kill.

But the Dang Clan, though the boundaries were ambiguous, was fundamentally part of the Orthodox Faction.

Yet Dangmu’s casual mention of this and the Green Scale Unit’s silent acceptance seemed peculiar.

‘Well, there’s one more peculiar person here….’

Mujin’s gaze shifted toward Namgung Cheon.

Namgung Cheon was riding with his eyes narrowed, looking straight ahead.

As if deep in thought about something.

“Young Master, what are you thinking about?”

At Mujin’s question, Namgung Cheon spoke quietly.

“I was thinking about the Seven Killer Gate.”

“Didn’t they explain everything earlier?”

“That’s why it’s more puzzling. It doesn’t make sense for the Seven Killer Gate to dare touch Chengdu where the Dang Clan resides.”

Mujin nodded at Namgung Cheon’s explanation.

“Haven’t we been talking about there being a mastermind behind them?”

“That’s right. But do you think they wouldn’t know they’d be discarded after being used?”

“….”

Namgung Cheon’s eyes sharpened.

“So rather than meekly waiting for death, they would have set some kind of trap….”

Trailing off, Namgung Cheon looked at Dangmu and asked.

“Where is the Seven Killer Gate’s stronghold?”

Dangmu answered immediately.

“The Seven Killer Gate’s stronghold is an ancient manor on the outskirts of Jayang. It was originally a wealthy merchant’s residence, but the Seven Killer Gate occupied it ten years ago.”

“Are you certain?”

Dangmu nodded.

“Our Poison Shadow Hall constantly monitors it, so we’re certain.”

Namgung Cheon nodded at Dangmu’s explanation.

“And you said there were no unusual movements recently….”

“Yes, which is why the Head of the Clan also questioned your words about the Seven Killer Gate being the primary culprit. Is there some problem?”

“The Head of the Clan said that?”

“Yes, he did.”

After pausing briefly at Dangmu’s question, Namgung Cheon slowly spoke.

“Then that’s fine. This was the only method anyway.”

“…?”

Dangmu tilted his head at Namgung Cheon’s puzzling words, but Namgung Cheon said no more.

After that, they rode for half a day until the sunset painted the sky red.

The group finally reached the outskirts of Jayang.

In the distance, a massive manor surrounded by high walls came into view.

“That’s it. The Seven Killer Gate’s stronghold.”

Dangmu pointed at the manor with his finger.

As the group approached the manor, Dangcheokjung immediately spoke.

“Surround it.”

At Dangcheokjung’s command, the Green Scale Unit scattered in unison and began surrounding the manor.

But at that moment.

Step.

Namgung Cheon took a step forward and said to Dangcheokjung.

“…Stop the encirclement and gather in one place immediately.”

“Why, Young Master?”

Dangcheokjung asked.

Then Namgung Cheon placed his hand on his sword hilt and asked not Dangcheokjung, but Mujin.

“Mujin, did you sense it?”

At Namgung Cheon’s question, Mujin swallowed dryly.

“I sensed it. This is serious trouble.”

Just as Dangmu and Dangcheokjung were puzzled by the sudden situation.

Whoooosh—.

A tremendous aura flowed out from within the manor.

Dangcheokjung’s eyes widened instantly.

Mujin gritted his teeth and spoke.

“There seem to be about ten of them.”

Dangcheokjung signaled the Green Scale Unit to retreat with his eyes and opened his mouth.

“For now, we should retreat and request support from the main house…”

However.

“No, it’s already too late.”

Namgung Cheon muttered quietly.

His gaze was directed toward the tightly closed main gate of the manor.

“The fact that we sensed their aura means…”

Creeeeak—.

With a chilling sound like old, unoiled metal scraping, the manor’s massive gate slowly opened.

And what revealed itself beyond was not some Seven Killer Gate members.

In the center of the manor stood ten elders emanating ominous auras.

Namgung Cheon, meeting their eyes, continued with a hardened expression.

“They too… have detected us.”

* * *

Ten elders.

All had white hair and deep wrinkles carved into their faces, but the aura emanating from them was far from senile.

Namgung Cheon’s pupils trembled.

‘Those people are…’

His gaze turned toward the faces of the elders.

In the hand of the elder at the front was a curved blade tinged with red light.

‘Hyeoldogwang Dokgo Man.’

A person so cruel that even the Sable Alliance couldn’t tolerate him and expelled him.

Even after his expulsion, he wandered Gangho, cutting down anyone he encountered, earning a place on the martial realm’s most wanted list.

That wasn’t all.

‘Yacheo Chumyeon, Ten Thousand Poison Hand Ha Dokyeon, and even Black Wind Twin Killers Wi Hyeon and Wi Myeong. I didn’t expect it to be this serious.’

They were all previous generation masters who had disappeared long ago.

Then, Dokgo Man smiled and opened his mouth.

“Heh, I didn’t expect you to bring so many. Thanks to that, this will be more interesting.”

“Indeed. Hehe. My blood boils thinking about seeing blood after so long.”

Yacheo Chumyeon swept his cold eyes over the Green Scale Unit members and laughed lowly.

Shing—.

“Everyone maintain formation. If you scatter, you die.”

Namgung Cheon quickly drew Mukhon and shouted, but.

Kwaang!

Hyeoldogwang’s red blade energy was already flying toward the Green Scale Unit trying to form a defensive formation.

“Keurk!”

The battle began so suddenly.

But with ten heterodox faction masters who had reached the pinnacle gathered together.

Was it really right to fight like this?

‘But escaping is also impossible.’

The opponents were all pinnacle masters who had been notorious since his days as Cheonma.

Since such people had openly revealed themselves, it was obvious they would try to kill everyone without exception.

‘However, it’s impossible for me to face all of them.’

Therefore.

‘Quickly eliminate the two strongest and buy time.’

His gaze turned toward Hyeoldogwang Dokgo Man leading the slaughter at the front and Yacheo Chumyeon penetrating the Green Scale Unit’s rear.

And.

Thud.

With a light leap, his form jumped into the middle of the battlefield.

Swish!

Simultaneously, Mukhon pierced toward Dokgo Man’s neck.

But Dokgo Man’s curved blade leisurely deflected it.

Tap tap.

A smile played around the lips of Dokgo Man as he quickly retreated.

“Heh, so you’re that Namgung Cheon. You’re fast. Not bad.”

After letting out a brief admiration, Dokgo Man moved his curved blade again.

A single red trajectory rushing toward Namgung Cheon.

Blood Blade Seven Kill Style.

His unique blade technique that guaranteed death with seven strikes.

The first blade aimed for the waist, while the second and third blades came simultaneously.

Speed as if seven blades were moving at once.

Clang! Kang!

Namgung Cheon deflected the blade strikes with minimal movement while looking for openings.

At that moment.

Swish—!

The sound of wind being cut came from behind.

“Gasp!”

Namgung Cheon instinctively twisted his body.

Scrape.

Blood-red claw energy grazed his side, and red blood splattered.

Simultaneously, Dokgo Man’s curved blade rushed toward his shoulder.

A combined attack from Dokgo Man and Chumyeon.

“…!”

Namgung Cheon’s eyes widened.

For proud old masters to launch a combined attack.

Originally, this would have been impossible.

Tap tap tap.

Namgung Cheon used footwork to retreat to the side and create distance.

However.

“Where do you think you’re running?”

Swish—!

Blade energy rushed toward Namgung Cheon who had created distance.

Simultaneously, once again a chilling aura was felt from behind.

Bang! Bang!

Namgung Cheon’s Mukhon moved repeatedly, blocking the attacks once more.

A strange light appeared in Dokgo Man’s eyes.

“The young one is quite skilled. So the warning was true after all.”

“…Who sent you?”

At Namgung Cheon’s question, Dokgo Man sneered.

“There’s no point in telling you. Every single one of you will die here without exception.”

Swoosh―!

As soon as he finished speaking, sword energy rushed from front and back.

Namgung Cheon gritted his teeth.

‘I need to finish one of them first.’

His eyes turned toward Hyeoldo-gwang.

Hyeoldo-gwang, whose movement technique was relatively slow.

He had to cut him down first.

Thud!

Namgung Cheon ducked to avoid Chuma’s attack while simultaneously diving into Dokgo Man’s embrace.

Cheoncheon Mansang Style, Moonlight Cheoncheon.

From below his waist, Mukhon drew a semicircle as it flew toward Dokgo Man’s dantian.

“Foolish bastard!”

Dokgo Man sneered as he raised his curved blade to block.

But this was a feint.

Namgung Cheon’s real target was at his feet.

Thwack!

Namgung Cheon’s foot struck Dokgo Man’s knee joint precisely.

Crack.

With the sound of breaking bone, Dokgo Man’s stance crumbled.

“Kaaaah!”

Namgung Cheon didn’t miss that moment.

Slash.

Mukhon cut through the screaming Dokgo Man’s throat.

In the instant fresh blood scattered through midair.

“You bastard!”

Yacheo Chumyeon thrust his claws from behind with ferocious momentum.

But Namgung Cheon used the momentum from cutting Dokgo Man to spin his body.

Mukhon drew a black trajectory as it swept behind him.

“Kugh!”

Chuma’s eyes filled with shock.

He hadn’t expected such a swift counterattack immediately after cutting down Dokgo Man.

Clang!

Chuma hastily crossed both hands to block.

Shing―.

With the sound of a sword being drawn, rushing blue energy filled Chuma’s vision.

Slash―.

“Kuhek!”

Chuma’s eyes trembled finely in disbelief.

“…Were you a dual-wielder?”

In his sight came Namgung Cheon holding a black sword in his right hand and a white sword in his left.

Namgung Cheon shook his head lightly.

“It’s not like that.”

Swoosh―.

Mukhon swung once more.

The black trajectory cut through Chuma’s neck.

“…I simply don’t discriminate in methods when it comes to killing enemies.”

Chuma’s body, separated from his head, collapsed to the ground.

Namgung Cheon had cut down two in an instant.

His gaze turned toward the struggling Poison Forest Unit.

Nearly half of them had already fallen to the ground.

‘I need to move faster.’

There was no time to delay.

Thud!

Just as Namgung Cheon kicked off the ground to charge.

Whoooosh―!

Massive energy waves erupted from inside the manor.

“…!”

Ferocious internal energy waves that seemed to tear through the atmosphere.

For the warriors who had pushed their internal energy to the limit for battle, the massive force that forcibly struck from outside was nothing short of a disaster.

“Kugh!”

“Kuhek!”

Sounds of people coughing up blood could be heard everywhere as their energy flow twisted.

Even the eight surviving Heterodox Faction masters turned pale and hastily retreated.

“Wh-what is this…!”

“Kuhek, cough! Inside… who was there?”

Their confusion was evident.

Judging by their reaction, they had no idea who was inside either.

Namgung Cheon had also suffered slight internal injuries from the sudden situation.

Suppressing the unpleasant sensation of blood flowing backward, he glared at where the energy had erupted from.

Inside the manor.

From the building shrouded in darkness, someone slowly emerged.

“…”

Eventually, what revealed itself was an old man.

White hair reaching down to his waist, and two deeply sunken eyes in a gaunt frame.

At first glance, his appearance was so ghastly he could be mistaken for a corpse from a coffin.

However, Namgung Cheon’s eyes filled with shock upon confirming the old man’s face.

‘That person is…’

A true public enemy of the martial realm who killed anything that moved, regardless of orthodox or heterodox.

And a figure who had vanished one day, leading everyone to believe he had died of natural causes.

‘Hyeolnachal!’

He had been dangerous enough that Namgung Cheon, who was the Young Sect Leader at the time, had to personally step forward.

He had inflicted fatal wounds and disappeared afterward, so Namgung Cheon had been certain he was dead.

‘…He was alive?’

The hand gripping Mukhon trembled slightly.

At that moment.

“Hooh.”

With an exclamation of admiration, a faint smile appeared on Hyeolnachal’s lips.

The place his gaze was directed was none other than Namgung Cheon.

More precisely.

“Those eyes… I feel like I’ve seen them somewhere before.”

It was Namgung Cheon’s eyes, which had turned red at some point.

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