Namgung Heavenly Demon - Chapter 117

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Chapter 117

“We’ve scoured Manmangok and ransacked Guiyang. Do you think it makes sense that there isn’t a single trace?”

Sohan’s voice rang out sharply.

Before him, two captains stood silently with their heads bowed.

Cold sweat running down their spines dripped onto the floor, but they didn’t dare wipe it away.

Sohan stared intently at the map on the table before opening his mouth.

“We’ll resume the pursuit.”

“…!”

At those words, one of the captains swallowed dryly and spoke up.

“Master, if it’s truly the Mugeuk realm, it might be impossible to capture them with our current forces. Perhaps we should proceed with the next mission instead…”

“The next mission?”

The candlelight flickered in Sohan’s eyes.

“You want to abandon the current mission after losing thirty percent of our forces?”

Crash!

The table cracked under Sohan’s striking hand.

“Do you need to die before you come to your senses! You worthless bastards!”

Sohan shot up from his seat, burning with rage.

Just as Sohan gripped his sword hilt and was about to explode with killing intent.

“…!”

His hand stopped abruptly and his eyes began to waver.

Outside the pavilion, the three assassins who had been guarding them.

Their presence had suddenly been cut off completely.

“….”

Sohan’s gaze turned cold.

The assassins guarding outside were all peak-level masters.

To silently subdue those peak-level masters.

This was something even he would find difficult.

“…Something’s here.”

Before Sohan’s words could even finish.

Swish!

A sharp sound of cutting air brushed past their eardrums.

Whoosh―.

The candles illuminating the interior of the pavilion were extinguished all at once.

The bright pavilion was instantly plunged into pitch-black darkness.

Shing―.

One of the captains immediately drew his sword.

Sohan also steadied his breathing and gripped his dagger properly.

His extremely heightened senses began to probe through the darkness.

However.

‘I can’t sense anything.’

An existence that he, an assassin of the Transcendent realm, couldn’t detect.

His mouth went completely dry.

“…Don’t move carelessly.”

Sohan warned the captains.

At that moment.

Thud.

The sound of something heavy collapsing came from right beside Sohan.

“Second Captain.”

Sohan called to the captain, but there was no answer.

Instead, the metallic scent of blood stung his nostrils.

‘Dead.’

His subordinate who had been just one step away.

Silently and perfectly at that.

Step.

Then, someone approached through the darkness and stood behind Sohan.

A familiar presence.

It was the presence of the Third Captain who had been receiving harsh words from him just moments ago.

A combined attack formation in a crisis situation.

Sohan felt momentarily relieved and gripped his sword properly.

However.

‘…Wait.’

Something felt off.

‘Why isn’t he blowing the horn?’

When an enemy’s location is identified or an attack occurs, they signal with a horn.

It was an iron rule of the Saeongdae.

But now, with an attack clearly underway.

The Third Captain hadn’t blown his horn.

“…!”

Sohan reflexively swung his sword.

Slash―!

A red sword aura spewed fierce killing intent as it cut toward the figure behind him.

Clang―!

However, blue energy blocked it all too easily.

“Ugh!”

Sohan’s body was instantly pushed back.

“Good instincts.”

The Third Captain’s voice came from the darkness.

Then it was the Third Captain who blocked his sword?

‘That’s impossible.’

The Third Captain was a peak-level master but couldn’t use sword aura.

Moreover, his sword energy had never emitted such blue light.

At that moment.

Crack.

A bizarre twisting sound came from the darkness.

Swoosh.

A metallic breeze swept through.

Then Sohan saw eyes gleaming with purple light.

Sohan’s eyes filled with shock.

Could it be.

“Namgung… Cheon!”

He simultaneously thrust his sword forward quickly.

Clang!

Namgung Cheon easily pressed it down with his dagger.

“We meet again.”

“How… How are you here!”

“That’s not what’s important right now.”

Namgung Cheon applied force to his dagger.

Overwhelming power.

Sohan gritted his teeth and exploded his internal energy, deflecting the sword.

Kwaang!

The pavilion floor cracked and dust flew up.

Sohan swung his sword frantically.

A fierce assault containing the full power of a supreme master slashed through the pitch-black darkness.

However, Namgung Cheon deflected all of Sohan’s sword strikes with a single dagger and pressed forward.

Clang! Kang!

Each time the dagger and long sword clashed, sparks flew and illuminated Namgung Cheon’s indifferent face.

‘Damn it!’

Sohan gritted his teeth.

Not a single one of his attacks had landed.

Was he truly at the Mugeuk realm as Akmugyeol had said?

Moreover, this was a direct confrontation.

The most troublesome situation for an assassin.

‘In that case.’

Thud!

Sohan quickly threw his body toward the fallen Guard Captain and reached out his hand.

He was trying to grab the horn hanging from his waist.

However.

Crack.

Namgung Cheon’s foot crushed Sohan’s right arm as it stretched toward the Guard Captain’s body.

“Kugh!”

Namgung Cheon didn’t stop.

Thwack! Crack!

He struck down at the solar plexus with his knee, then brought his elbow down on the shoulder.

Thump.

Sohan’s body was driven into the floor.

Namgung Cheon stepped on Sohan’s legs one by one, breaking them.

Crack! Snap!

“Kaaaaaaagh!”

A desperate scream filled the pavilion.

The Sayeongdaeju crawled on the floor as a bloody mess with his limbs twisted.

Namgung Cheon slowly approached and stepped on Sohan’s neck.

“The Sayeongdae’s mission wouldn’t end with just killing me. What was the next task?”

Sohan smiled bitterly with a face contorted in pain.

“Keheheh… Asking an assassin about his mission. How ridiculous. Kill me.”

At those words, Namgung Cheon smiled lightly.

“You’ll wish you could die instead.”

Namgung Cheon’s eyes blazed purple.

Then.

Wooong—.

Sohan’s vision twisted.

Ssssss—.

Black centipedes poured out from the floor and began devouring his body.

He could vividly feel the pain of his flesh being torn away.

“Aaaaagh!”

When Sohan screamed, Namgung Cheon quickly pressed his mute acupoint.

“Mmph! Mmph!”

A hell where he couldn’t even scream.

In the agony of his entire body being torn apart, Sohan rolled on the floor, spilling tears and filth.

After being tormented for a long while, Sohan’s eyes rolled back white.

Namgung Cheon withdrew his hand.

“Speak.”

Sohan trembled and opened his mouth.

“Ho, Honam’s White Lotus Sword Sect… that place…”

“White Lotus Sword Sect?”

Namgung Cheon’s eyes sharpened.

“What do you intend to do to that place?”

Just as Sohan was about to answer Namgung Cheon’s question.

Crack!

His pupils dilated grotesquely.

“Kuhek!”

Crunch.

Something inside Sohan’s head made a crushing sound.

And.

Splat!

His head exploded, scattering flesh in all directions.

Namgung Cheon looked down indifferently at Sohan’s headless body.

“…They had placed a Brain-Crushing Demon Seed.”

Just how far did the Cult’s reach extend?

‘No, more precisely, it should be seen as Sangdocheon’s reach.’

Namgung Cheon’s brow furrowed.

After staring at the corpse for a moment, he lightly wiped the blood from his dagger and turned around.

‘For now…’

I should go.

A single lotus flower that remained unstained even in Honam’s muddy waters.

The place he had told to survive even if it meant becoming a blood lotus instead.

To the White Lotus Sword Sect.

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Near Imseong in Honam.

“Huuu…”

Hyeok Muhwi drove his Hyeollin Blade deep into the ground to support his staggering body.

Hissss—.

As soon as the blade touched the ground, the blood-soaked earth began to burn.

He had long since passed his limits.

Flames constantly erupted from the blade that had turned dark red.

Hyeok Muhwi forcibly held onto his blurring vision.

Beneath his torn martial robes, his reddened and swollen skin was hideously exposed.

Searing pain enveloped his entire body.

Like all evil arts, the Hyeolyeom-do Technique constantly demanded its harsh price.

But instead of groaning in pain, Hyeok Muhwi indifferently spat out the blood pooled in his mouth.

“…Persistent bastards.”

At the end of his gaze, dozens of eyes glittered as they crouched in the darkness.

The Hyeolrangdae.

They were like a wolf pack, true to their name.

Their method was to persistently bite and tear at their prey while maintaining distance, wearing them down until they collapsed from exhaustion and blood loss.

The chase had been going on for a full week now.

The number of Blood Ragers who had died by Hyeok Muhwi’s hand exceeded forty.

The corpses piled at his feet were proof of that.

‘Gunsa, that bastard….’

Hyeok Muhwi gritted his teeth.

Gunsa, who knew his temperament better than anyone, knew he would never surrender.

That’s why he had unleashed the most cruel and efficient hunting dogs.

That stubbornness to break rather than bend.

It had allowed him to endure this far, while simultaneously driving him to death’s door.

Rustle―.

Footsteps could be heard between the bamboo groves.

The Blood Ragers were tightening their encirclement once again.

“Damn bastards. You have no hesitation in biting the person who should be your master.”

Hyeok Muhwi laughed bitterly.

His dantian had long since withered and twisted.

Every time he forcibly squeezed out internal energy, excruciating pain surged through him as if his meridians were being torn.

Even so, he gripped his blade anew.

The red energy of Hyeollin-do resonated with a humming sound.

“Yes, come again. I’ll kill you all.”

At that moment.

Whoosh―!

Five Blood Ragers charged simultaneously.

An exquisite combined formation that perfectly blocked both the front and retreat routes.

Kwaaaaang―!

Red energy exploded from Hyeok Muhwi’s blade and poured toward the Blood Ragers.

Hyeolyeom-do Technique Fourth Form, Flame King’s Descent.

“Kraaaak!”

The entire bodies of the three Blood Ragers standing in front were engulfed in flames.

Flames that never died even in the moment of death.

This was the true power of Hyeokgwigwang’s exclusive martial art, the Hyeolyeom-do Technique.

However.

“Kueok!”

A handful of black dead blood poured from Hyeok Muhwi’s mouth.

His posture crumbled at the same time.

The experienced Blood Ragers wouldn’t miss that moment.

Swish―!

A sharp sound of cutting air came from behind.

‘Damn.’

His body no longer obeyed him, and it was too late to withdraw his blade.

Hyeok Muhwi instinctively tried to twist his body to avoid vital points, but it wasn’t enough.

Thunk!

“Urk!”

A cold sensation pierced his left shoulder and side.

Just as the Blood Rager was about to twist his sword and tear the wounds open.

“Get lost.”

Crack!

Hyeok Muhwi’s left hand grabbed the head of the Blood Rager holding the sword.

As he exploded his energy, the head shattered like a watermelon bursting.

Simultaneously, the Hyeollin-do in his right hand swept horizontally.

Slice.

The upper and lower body of the bastard who had stabbed his side separated.

Blood shot up like a fountain, soaking Hyeok Muhwi’s face.

“Kreu….”

Hyeok Muhwi exhaled rough breaths like a beast.

Covered in blood and flesh, steam rose from his entire body like mist from the other shore.

He looked like an evil spirit that had crawled up from the bottom of hell.

At that sight, the remaining Blood Ragers hesitated and stepped back.

But this was only appearance.

‘…Is this the end?’

Hyeok Muhwi gritted his teeth.

He had no strength left to wield his blade.

His vision was gradually narrowing, and even the sensation in his fingertips was disappearing.

‘Gunsa, not being able to tear apart that old bastard’s face is my eternal regret.’

Just as Hyeok Muhwi was squeezing out his last strength to straighten his posture.

Whoooosh―.

The sound of wind echoing through the bamboo forest arose.

The air of the forest, which had been vibrating with the stench of blood, felt like it was being washed away in an instant.

The Blood Ragers must have felt that strange energy too, as they all looked around simultaneously.

And then.

Step. Step.

Dozens of human figures slowly walked out from between the bamboo groves shrouded in darkness.

“Who are you!”

The Blood Ragers’ Leader shouted.

But those who appeared did not answer.

They simply walked silently across that tense standoff space between Hyeok Muhwi and the Blood Ragers.

Moonlight broke free from the clouds and illuminated their forms.

In an instant, Hyeok Muhwi’s eyes narrowed.

‘…White?’

Pure white martial robes that didn’t suit this place filled with blood.

They wore spotless white clothes from head to toe.

At that moment.

Flutter.

The hem of the man at the front fluttered in the wind.

Naturally, Hyeok Muhwi’s gaze turned toward his martial robe.

On the pure white martial robe, red embroidery near the heart area.

A single blooming lotus flower intricately woven with red thread.

A red and sorrowful color as if blood drops had formed at the tip of each petal.

It was a Blood Lotus.

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