Namgung Heavenly Demon - Chapter 104

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Chapter 104

Mandu Hall of the Sichuan Dang Clan.

Though countless oil lamps brightly illuminated the interior of the pavilion, the shadows cast over Dangpaecheon’s face would not easily lift.

He held a teacup in his hand, quietly staring at the tea water growing cold.

‘Seven Killer Gate…’

The more he thought about it, the more questions arose.

An assassin group that had been lying low like dead mice right under the Dang Clan’s nose for so long had suddenly devised such a bold scheme against the Dang Clan?

It didn’t make sense logically.

‘And Chilya, the master of Seven Killer Gate, is a cunning and cowardly man.’

He would stop at nothing if there was profit to be made, but he was the type who would never jump into anything that threatened his own life.

For such a man to commit an act that would make the Dang Clan a complete enemy.

This couldn’t be explained simply by having backing.

‘Does he have something to rely on? Something so massive that even the Dang Clan can’t handle it.’

He couldn’t even guess what that reliance might be.

That made him even more anxious.

Dangpaecheon’s eyes wavered.

He turned his gaze to look out the window.

More precisely, toward the south where Seven Killer Gate was located.

‘…’

The Green Scale Unit had accompanied them.

They were the Dang Clan’s finest elite warriors, so they should be able to handle most crises adequately.

Moreover, Namgung Cheon and Mujin had accompanied them as well.

Thinking rationally, there was no reason to worry.

But.

‘Why does my heart keep growing cold?’

His senses, honed from a lifetime of handling poisons and hidden weapons, were sending him a warning.

That something was wrong.

“…”

Dangpaecheon set down his teacup.

Thud.

The sound echoed unusually loudly.

Soon after, Dangpaecheon slowly rose from his seat.

It didn’t take long to make his decision.

The Dang Clan doesn’t move to turn suspicion into certainty.

The moment suspicion arises, crushing that sprout was the Dang Clan’s way.

“Dangho.”

At his call, Dangho, the master of Poison Shadow Hall, appeared silently from the darkness.

“Did you call for me, Head of the Clan?”

“We’re going to Seven Killer Gate.”

Dangpaecheon’s voice was low and resolute.

“Mobilize all available forces of the Dang Clan. No exceptions.”

“…!”

Dangho’s eyes widened.

All available forces?

This meant pouring out the entirety of the Dang Clan’s power.

It was excessive for simply attacking Seven Killer Gate alone.

“Head of the Clan, there’s no need to use full force to attack Seven Killer Gate…”

“Mobilize them.”

Dangpaecheon cut him off.

His eyes flashed.

“I will go with them personally.”

“…!”

Dangho’s eyes opened wide.

The Poison Emperor moving personally meant the situation was that critical.

What critical situation could there be that he, the master of Poison Shadow Hall, didn’t know about?

But this was none other than the Head of the Clan’s order.

Therefore, it was natural to think briefly and follow orders swiftly.

“I obey!”

Dangho bowed deeply and disappeared.

Soon after, urgent shouts and footsteps began to be heard from outside Mandu Hall.

Before long, hundreds of green flags fluttered, and warriors armed with poisons and hidden weapons poured out onto the training ground.

Dangpaecheon looked down at the scene and clenched his fists.

‘Wait for me.’

His gaze stared at the night sky.

‘If you’ve touched even a single hair…’

I’ll melt every last one of your brains with poison.

Purple poisonous energy rose from Dangpaecheon’s entire body like a mirage.

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“Kraaak!”

The screams of the Green Scale Unit members never ceased.

Eight masters of the Heterodox Faction were ravaging the Dang Clan’s Green Scale Unit.

“Block them! Maintain formation!”

Dangcheokjung shouted while coughing up blood, but it was insufficient.

Before overwhelming martial prowess, the formation crumbled and the members fell one by one.

Mujin and Dangmu were also in danger.

Though Dokgo Man and Chuma had fallen, they were surrounded by the coordinated attacks of the remaining masters and could barely hold out back to back.

But the center of the battlefield was not there.

In the middle of the manor.

Two monsters were clashing.

Kwaaaaang―!

With a tremendous roar, Namgung Cheon’s body was sent flying through the air.

“Kugh!”

He twisted his body in midair and barely managed to land, but from the impact, the ground was carved out in a long trench over ten zhang.

The fishy smell of blood vibrated in his mouth.

Mukhon in his hand was trembling slightly.

‘…’

Namgung Cheon breathed roughly and glared at his opponent.

Hyeolnachal (Blood Rakshasa).

He stood firmly in place without retreating a single step.

Though his arms hung down like dry firewood, the energy emanating from his entire body was immeasurable.

Mugeukgyeong (Limitless Realm).

It was an absolute energy befitting the name of a realm that meant without end.

“Not bad.”

Hyeolnachal licked his dry lips and smiled.

“To take my palm force head-on and still have your limbs intact. Your bones and muscles must be quite sturdy.”

He slowly moved his steps.

Though his gait was leisurely as if taking a stroll, with each step he took, the pressure bearing down on Namgung Cheon doubled.

“First, just enduring isn’t enough. You need to cut, don’t you? Like those red eyes of yours.”

Hyeolnachal’s gaze lingered on Namgung Cheon’s reddened pupils.

When had it started?

The fighting spirit sleeping deep in his dantian and Meorhon were resonating.

‘I must block it.’

The fighting spirit he had built up ultimately originated from demonic energy.

And Meorhon possessed properties close to the source of demonic energy.

‘Therefore, when these two forces meet, demonic energy will inevitably be born.’

His power might temporarily multiply, but the end would be no different from the Silhonin.

Now that his fighting spirit was stimulated, he absolutely must not use Meorhon.

Namgung Cheon gritted his teeth and gripped Mukhon properly.

‘Hyeolnachal is strong. But he’s not invincible.’

His martial art, the Blood Hand Demonic Art, had unparalleled destructive power, but its movements were large and consumed energy severely.

He had to target that opening.

“Hup!”

Namgung Cheon kicked off the ground.

Swoosh!

His form became a streak of black lightning as he charged forward.

Cheoncheon Mansang Style’s Heaven Thunder Piercing Sky.

A thrust that condensed all power into a single point.

Shriek—!

With the sound of air being torn, Mukhon aimed for Hyeolnachal’s heart.

But Hyeolnachal didn’t dodge.

“Laughable.”

He simply spread his palm to meet the sword tip.

Crash!

Sword and palm collided.

By common sense, the sword should have pierced through the palm.

But Mukhon stopped as if blocked by an invisible wall.

The dark red energy gathered in Hyeolnachal’s palm had blocked the sword.

“Is this all?”

Hyeolnachal moved his palm.

Crack!

“…!”

Mukhon’s blade bent as if it would break at any moment.

Simultaneously, tremendous recoil struck Namgung Cheon.

“Urk!”

Namgung Cheon tried to retrieve his sword, but Hyeolnachal’s energy bound the sword and wouldn’t let go.

Taking advantage of that opening, Hyeolnachal’s other hand flew forward.

Thud!

“Kugh!”

Hyeolnachal’s palm force exploded against Namgung Cheon’s abdomen.

His body floated into midair along with the pain of his organs twisting.

He flew like a sheet of paper and crashed into the manor’s wall.

Rumble!

The wall collapsed and dust clouds rose.

“Young Master!”

Mujin’s scream-like cry could be heard from afar.

But he too was surrounded by enemies and couldn’t help.

Namgung Cheon staggered to his feet from among the collapsed wall debris.

Dark red blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth.

It seemed his ribs were broken as intense pain surged with every breath.

But.

“…Not yet.”

Namgung Cheon muttered as he spat out blood.

At that sight, Hyeolnachal’s eyes narrowed.

“Normally, your organs would have burst and you’d be dead.”

He nodded as if finding it interesting.

“Good. Let’s see how long that body of yours can endure.”

Hyeolnachal gathered his energy once more.

This time, as if to finish it, both his hands turned dark red.

Blood Hand Demonic Art’s Blood Sea Ten Thousand Palms.

Ten thousand palms forming a sea of blood.

As he waved his hands, hundreds of red palm prints formed in midair.

“Die.”

Whoooosh—!

The palm prints poured down like a torrential rain.

Namgung Cheon quickly drew and raised Cheoncheon.

Cloud Sea Barrier Sky.

Blue sword energy rose like mist to block the palm prints.

Crash! Boom boom!

Explosions erupted in succession.

The sword energy was torn apart, and palm prints grazed Namgung Cheon’s body.

“Urk.”

Flesh was torn away and blood splattered.

But Namgung Cheon didn’t retreat.

Instead, he pushed through that storm and advanced step by step.

‘I must cut.’

His pupils turned completely red.

Then Meorhon in his dantian stirred and whispered.

Release it.

Use the power. Kill that bastard.

Namgung Cheon’s reason wavered.

‘If I use the power, I might be able to win.’

But the price would be…

In that moment of hesitation.

“How dare you think of other things in front of me.”

Hyeolnachal’s form instantly penetrated right in front of Namgung Cheon.

And he thrust his palm toward the defenseless Namgung Cheon’s chest.

‘Too late.’

The sensation of death clearly rose in Namgung Cheon’s mind.

At that moment.

Craaash—!

A thunderous roar was heard.

A sound like a massive boulder flying like an arrow.

Hyeolnachal’s senses rang an alarm.

‘Dangerous!’

He instinctively stopped his attack and threw his body backward.

And that judgment saved his life.

Craaash!

Something fell right in front of Namgung Cheon, at the spot where he had been standing.

The earth shook with a tremendous explosion.

Even Namgung Cheon was swept back by the shockwave and pushed far backward.

Thick clouds of dust obscured their vision.

Hyeolnachal retreated over ten zhang before finally coming to a stop.

Bewilderment flashed across his face.

“….”

As the dust slowly settled, the identity of the object embedded in the ground was revealed.

It looked like an iron spike as thick as an adult man’s forearm.

Hyeolnachal’s pupils shook as if struck by an earthquake upon seeing it.

“…Paewangchu (Tyrant’s Awl)?”

A terror he could never forget.

It was that hellish iron stake he had seen in the past when he was being hunted as a public enemy of the martial realm.

The only monster who could throw such a brutish chunk of iron as a hidden weapon was.

‘Throughout all of Tianxia, only one person….’

Hyeolnachal’s trembling gaze turned toward the high wall of the manor.

Night had arrived at some point.

At the moment when pale moonlight pierced through the clouds and poured down.

Swoooosh―.

A chilling aura arose from all directions.

Atop the wall.

Green waves filled the space that should have been empty.

And at the peak of those green waves.

On the highest main gate pavilion stood a man with his arms arrogantly crossed.

The master of ten thousand poisons.

The Poison Emperor, Dangpaecheon, quietly opened his mouth.

“How dare you, in this Sichuan.”

His gaze briefly rested on Dangmu and the Green Scale Unit, who were covered in blood and breathing heavily.

Flame-like fury flashed in Dangpaecheon’s eyes that had been coldly sunken.

“To make my family members bleed.”

Dangpaecheon slowly raised his hand.

Poison energy rose from his fingertips, dyeing the surroundings purple.

Simultaneously, the Dang Clan warriors all lowered their stances in unison.

Enough poison and hidden weapons to kill thousands of people.

That absolute death was aimed at Hyeolnachal and the Heterodox Faction’s group.

Atop the pavilion, Dangpaecheon’s hand fell indifferently.

Swoooosh―!

A poison dragon forged from steel and poison dyed the sky purple.

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