Namgung Heavenly Demon - Chapter 105

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Chapter 105

Swoooosh―!

Hidden weapons and poison filled the sky.

Most of the poison was Chilbodan Honsan (Seven-Step Soul Severing Powder) that Dangpaecheon had scattered.

“Kugh!”

“…Grk!”

The Heterodox Faction masters who had been ravaging the Green Scale Unit just moments ago let out groans.

Chilbodan Honsan.

A poison that would cut one’s lifeline before taking seven steps.

Even deploying protective qi was useless.

No matter how skilled a master was, they couldn’t stop breathing.

“Kraaaagh!”

Mandoksoo Hadogyeon grabbed his own arm and screamed.

Even he, who had lived his entire life with poison, was no different from a child playing tricks before the Poison Emperor’s poison.

His arm had already turned black and was melting away.

Atop the pavilion, Dangpaecheon commanded in a cold tone.

“Second wave.”

As the command fell, the hands of the Dang Clan warriors moved again.

Swish swish swish swoosh!

Thousands of sounds cutting through the night sky.

Hidden weapons poured down like rain over the heads of the Heterodox Faction masters.

“Block them! Block!”

Thousands of hidden weapons pouring down on just eight men.

Their internal energy had already been largely consumed blocking the poison, making it difficult to cover their entire bodies with protective qi.

The Black Wind Twin Killers swung their massive axes to try blocking the rain of hidden weapons, but tiny silver needles pierced through the gaps between the axe blades and penetrated the two brothers’ eyes and throats.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

“Kek!”

The leaders of the Heterodox Faction who had commanded their generation, the martial realm’s public enemies, fell one by one.

Namgung Cheon silently watched the scene.

‘Is this… the true power of the Dang Clan?’

If the Sword Gate revered the heroic feat of one rider facing ten thousand enemies alone,

The Dang Clan moved with the goal of complete annihilation, with all family members becoming one to erase their enemies.

Rather than martial arts, it deserved to be called a disaster.

In less than a quarter-hour,

Only one remained.

Only Hyeolnachal.

“You bastard!”

Hyeolnachal glared at Dangpaecheon, grinding his teeth.

Fierce killing intent still emanated from his entire body.

“Not bad.”

Dangpaecheon leaped down from the pavilion.

Swoooosh―.

Poison spread out like waves from beneath his feet as he lightly touched the ground.

“Hyeolnachal. It’s been a while. Has it been over thirty years?”

Dangpaecheon’s gaze turned toward Hyeolnachal’s shoulder blade.

“You’ve recovered well. I’m sure it was torn off by the Overlord Hammer.”

Grind.

Hyeolnachal clenched his teeth.

“If not for you…”

“Are you trying to say you could have killed more people? You’re still as lowly as ever.”

“You bastard!”

Hyeolnachal roared and charged forward.

His both hands turned blood-red as he struck at Dangpaecheon.

Red qi covered all directions.

“It didn’t work before either.”

Dangpaecheon coldly uttered a word and lightly waved his sleeve.

Swoooosh!

Green energy bursting from his sleeve devoured the red palm prints.

Hiss.

The two energies that collided in midair dissolved each other and vanished.

“…!”

Hyeolnachal’s eyes filled with shock.

His attack was blocked so easily.

“It’s over.”

Dangpaecheon lightly flicked his finger.

Ping!

Something too small to see flew toward Hyeolnachal’s forehead.

Hyeolnachal instinctively turned his head, but a thin scratch appeared on his cheek.

A small scratch that would be nothing if fighting a swordsman.

But his opponent was the Ten Thousand Poison Emperor, the Poison Emperor.

“Kugh.”

Hyeolnachal’s expression instantly hardened.

Strength left his legs.

His vision became blurry, and the internal energy in his dantian began to scatter.

The poison that penetrated through the wound instantly paralyzed his entire body.

“Kraaaagh!”

Hyeolnachal rolled on the ground screaming.

Pain that even a master of the Infinite Realm couldn’t endure.

Burning pain as if his bones were melting and blood was boiling struck him.

“It’s finished.”

Dangpaecheon spoke coldly and raised his hand.

It was the moment he was about to cut off the final breath.

“You mustn’t kill him.”

Namgung Cheon urgently shouted as he approached.

He dragged his staggering body and stood in front of Dangpaecheon.

Eyes that burned brightly despite his body being covered in wounds.

Facing this, Dangpaecheon’s hand stopped in midair.

“Do you plan to interrogate him?”

Namgung Cheon nodded.

“We need to find out who’s behind this. He must know something.”

“Do you think this poisonous breed will obediently open his mouth?”

“I’ll make him open it.”

Namgung Cheon’s eyes gleamed coldly.

Slash―!

Mukhon, lightly swung, severed Hyeolnachal’s right arm and right leg.

“Kraaaagh!”

A desperate scream echoed through the manor.

Blood gushed from the severed cross-sections.

Left like this, he would die from blood loss.

Whoosh.

Sammaejinhwa blazed up from Namgung Cheon’s palm.

He immediately brought the flame to Hyeolnachal’s wounded area.

Sizzle.

“Kraaaah!”

As real searing pain struck, Hyeolnachal’s eyes rolled back.

Cruel, but the most certain way to keep him barely alive.

“Ruthless.”

Dangpaecheon clicked his tongue while pulling out a small bottle from his robes and throwing it to Namgung Cheon.

“Catch. It’s an antidote.”

Thud.

Namgung Cheon caught the bottle.

Then he forcibly opened Hyeolnachal’s mouth and poured the medicine in.

And then lightly struck his throat.

Tap.

“Cough, hack!”

Hyeolnachal coughed and swallowed the medicine.

After a moment, his convulsions subsided and his breathing returned.

But his eyes were still filled with venom.

“Grgh… you, you bastards…”

Hyeolnachal spoke in a hoarse voice.

“Kill me… nothing will come from my mouth anyway.”

Then Namgung Cheon narrowed his eyes and spoke quietly.

“Sangdocheon.”

“…!”

Hyeolnachal’s pupils shook.

“Did you really think they would give you what you wanted?”

At Namgung Cheon’s words, Hyeolnachal wore a sneer.

“Are you trying to sow discord?”

“It’s not sowing discord. I’m stating reality.”

Namgung Cheon looked around.

“Look. This place is less than a day’s distance from Chengdu where the Dang Clan is located. Haven’t you thought about why they sent you to such a place?”

“…”

“They sent you to kill the Dang Clan’s warriors and die. If they hadn’t caught you, the Dang Clan would have chased you for life until they found and killed you.”

Namgung Cheon looked at Dangpaecheon as if requesting elaboration on this point.

Then Dangpaecheon spoke.

“The Dang Clan does not forget grudges. Blood must always be answered with blood.”

Hyeolnachal’s eyes wavered.

He too had not been completely unaware of this possibility.

Namgung Cheon continued.

“They tried to draw the Dang Clan’s attention and buy time. If you won, that would be good, and if you struggled to survive, all of the Dang Clan’s attention would be focused on you.”

Namgung Cheon’s voice stabbed Hyeolnachal’s chest like a dagger.

“So, I ask you. What was their reason for trying to divert the Dang Clan’s attention? If you know, tell me.”

“Damn nonsense…”

Hyeolnachal trailed off.

The sweet promises they had made.

Did they really intend to keep them?

Was it really a coincidence that they had pushed him into such a sloppy trap without preparing even one escape route?

In truth, he had not been completely unable to think of this possibility.

He had simply buried the seeds of doubt due to the years of hiding for too long and the grudge against the Dang Clan being too deep.

However, once those seeds bloomed, they grew uncontrollably.

“…That can’t be.”

Hyeolnachal muttered.

But his voice lacked strength.

“Tell me where they are. And what their real purpose is.”

Namgung Cheon pressed Mukhon against Hyeolnachal’s throat.

“If I tell you… will you spare my life?”

Hyeolnachal asked in a hoarse voice.

To beg for his life until the end despite having to live as a cripple and one-armed for life.

Namgung Cheon couldn’t help but let out a hollow laugh.

And then he shook his head.

“That’s difficult. However, I’ll at least send you off without pain. If you don’t speak, you’ll walk a path of hell where you’ll beg to be killed.”

He didn’t lie about sparing his life.

But for Hyeolnachal, that alone was enough.

It would be better than being pickled in all kinds of Dang Clan poisons, unable to die or live.

And above all.

He wanted revenge on those bastards who used and abandoned him.

It was his last pride.

“Kekeke… Fine, good. I’m going to die anyway.”

Hyeolnachal spat blood-mixed saliva.

His eyes, distorted with rage, glared into midair.

“Their target is Gwiju.”

“Gwiju?”

“Yes, what they want is located there…”

At that moment.

Crack.

A bizarre sound came from his throat.

A chilling rupturing sound as if an invisible hand had grabbed his vocal cords.

“…?”

Namgung Cheon’s eyes narrowed.

Hyeolnachal’s expression instantly contorted.

Against his will, his tongue curled inward and his jawbone twisted as if it would crumble.

His terror-stricken pupils turned toward Namgung Cheon.

As if begging to be saved.

But Namgung Cheon only watched quietly, taking no particular action.

There was nothing he could do anyway.

“Guh… hack…!”

Hyeolnachal clutched his throat and struggled.

The energy that had reversed from his dantian began rampaging madly through the blood vessels of his entire body.

“…!”

Dangpaecheon hurriedly approached and pressed his acupuncture points, but it was useless.

Dark red energy boiled up from inside Hyeolnachal’s body.

Then red snake-like energies writhed beneath his skin and rushed toward his head.

And.

Splat!

Hyeolnachal’s head exploded.

Blood and brain matter splattered in all directions.

The headless corpse collapsed powerlessly to the ground.

Namgung Cheon looked down at the corpse while covered in blood.

A sorcery that would destroy the head the moment one intended to reveal secrets.

In all of Tianxia, only the Demonic Sect knew how to use such advanced sorcery.

‘The Sangdocheon bastards aren’t just allied with the Demonic Sect… they’ve completely merged with them.’

Otherwise, there was no way they could use Swaenoemajong , a secret technique of the Demonic Sect.

Dangpaecheon’s expression had also hardened seriously.

“This is the first time I’ve seen such a vicious prohibition.”

Namgung Cheon nodded silently.

Prohibition.

That would be the extent of what Dangpaecheon knew.

He certainly wouldn’t be able to deduce as much as he himself knew.

‘More importantly…’

Hyeolnachal had ultimately failed to speak.

What they were planning to do in Gwiju.

But rather.

‘Thank you for keeping the secret.’

Namgung Cheon smiled strangely with his blood-soaked face.

His gaze turned toward Dangpaecheon, who was examining Hyeolnachal’s corpse.

‘It must not be revealed to the world yet. Especially the location of Bigo.’

Namgung Cheon, who had been watching Dangpaecheon’s reaction, recalled the word that had been about to come from Hyeolnachal’s mouth.

‘Gwiju…’

The secret the bastards had tried to protect even by placing a prohibition.

The moment the word Gwiju came out, he had already realized Sangdocheon’s true destination.

‘It must be the Eumwolbigo located there.’

Because that’s where another Cheonma-hon, Chimhon , lies dormant.

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