Namgung Heavenly Demon - Chapter 122

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Chapter 122

“Block them!”

Akmugyeol’s blade sliced through the air, spitting out a dark red sword aura.

Kwagwang!

Three or four charging Blood Ragers screamed as they scattered, spraying blood.

“Protect Soryeonju-nim!”

The Black Wind Corps members also spread out their defensive formation, prepared to die.

They formed a circular formation centered around Hyeok Muhwi, blocking the enemies surging from all directions.

Kagang! Chaechaeng!

The riverbank instantly transformed into a scene of carnage.

The sharp explosive sounds of metal clashing against metal, the eerie sounds of flesh being torn.

And the desperate screams of the dying mixed together to paint a scene of hell.

Then, Akmugyeol shouted to the Black Wind Corps members.

“Buy us time! Until Soryeonju-nim recovers his strength!”

At his cry, the Black Wind Corps members gritted their teeth.

At the center of the formation, Hyeok Muhwi had his Hyeollin-do planted in the ground with his eyes closed.

A faint red energy was rising between his rough breaths.

He had forcibly begun circulating his qi.

His dantian was dried up and his blood vessels were on the verge of rupturing, but he didn’t give up.

While his subordinates bled to buy time, he squeezed out strength to swing his blade even once more.

Seeing this, a sneer crossed Hyeollangdaeju’s lips.

“What difference will buying time make?”

But Changgwidae-ju was different.

“No, it will make a difference. That’s why we can’t give Soryeonju time to recover.”

No matter how poor Soryeonju’s condition was, he had learned the martial arts of Hyeokgwigwang, who had brought all the heterodox factions of Junghwon to their knees.

Therefore, complacency was forbidden.

Changgwidae-ju’s eyes gleamed menacingly.

He readjusted his grip on his long spear and kicked off the ground.

Kwang!

“Get out of the way!”

Changgwidae-ju’s form became a streak of black lightning as he charged toward the Black Wind Division’s defensive formation.

The gang-qi bursting from his spear tip tore through the shield-bearing Black Wind Corps members like paper.

“Kraaak!”

A hole was punched through the defensive line.

“How dare you!”

Akmugyeol immediately rushed forward.

Swaek—!

Changgwidae-ju’s spear curved like a snake and burrowed into Akmugyeol’s side.

Kwang!

Akmugyeol’s blade and Changgwidae-ju’s spear collided with a thunderous roar.

“Come at me! You bastards!”

Akmugyeol roared as he charged forward.

The clash between the two transcendent masters was brutal.

Akmugyeol’s blade was heavy and destructive, but Changgwidae-ju’s spear was cunning and irregular.

When the spear extended to pierce Akmugyeol’s shoulder, Akmugyeol twisted his body to dodge and swung his blade.

Dozens of exchanges of offense and defense passed.

However, due to his previous injuries and the forced march from Gwiju, Akmugyeol began to be pushed back as time went on.

“Keurk!”

Finally, the spear tip pierced through Akmugyeol’s thigh.

Blood spurted, but he didn’t fall.

Instead, he grabbed the spear with his left hand and pulled it toward him, aiming for Changgwidae-ju’s neck with the blade in his other hand.

A ferocious counterattack prepared for mutual destruction.

“Crazy bastard!”

Changgwidae-ju cursed as he abandoned his spear and retreated.

Taking advantage of that gap, Hyeollangdaeju rushed in.

“It’s over!”

A red sword aura struck down on Akmugyeol’s back.

“Daeju-nim!”

Budan-ju threw himself forward to push Akmugyeol away, but paid the price as his own back was deeply cut.

“Keheok!”

The defensive line completely collapsed.

Black Wind Corps members fell one by one, and the enemies’ blades approached right up to Hyeok Muhwi’s nose.

That was the moment.

Hwareureuk—!

Blood-colored flames exploded from Hyeok Muhwi’s entire body as he sat with closed eyes.

“…Now I can finally breathe a little.”

Hyeok Muhwi slowly opened his eyes.

His pupils were burning red like an active volcano.

Though it was brief qi circulation, he had forcibly drawn up his strength using the power of the Hyeolyeom-do Technique.

Hyeok Muhwi immediately lifted the Hyeollin-do that had been planted in the ground.

Kwaaaaang!

The blood flames bursting from Hyeok Muhwi’s blade surged forward like a wave.

“Kraaak!”

The Blood Ragers at the front screamed as they burst into flames.

Though Hyeok Muhwi cut down numerous enemies like this.

“Keheok!”

A handful of dark red blood poured from Hyeok Muhwi’s mouth.

The forcibly drawn internal energy had backflowed, worsening his internal injuries.

Strength left his legs and his body swayed again.

“You should have just quietly let yourself be captured from the beginning.”

Hyeollangdaeju raised his sword again with a sneer.

Akmugyeol stood in front of Hyeok Muhwi.

“Stay behind me!”

“Daeju…”

Akmugyeol drew up his last remaining internal energy and ignited his sword aura.

A charge prepared for death.

But hundreds of spears and swords poured toward them.

‘This is the end.’

Akmugyeol squeezed his eyes shut.

Guilt for failing to protect his lord, anger toward Gunsa, and regret for his own powerlessness.

All those emotions mixed together.

But at that moment.

Kugugugugung—!

The entire riverbank shook with the sound of massive waves.

Everyone’s gaze instinctively turned toward the river.

And what entered their eyes was.

Kwaaaaang!

Several ships charging toward the riverbank.

“Cr, crazy!”

The Hyeollangdaeju stopped in shock and alarm.

There was no time to dodge.

The boat didn’t slow down and crashed straight into the riverbank’s wooden fence and the Blood Ragers.

Crack! Bang!

The terrible sound of the wooden fence shattering and human bodies bursting apart rang out.

The entire riverbank shook like an earthquake from the massive impact.

The warriors who had been standing lost their balance and tumbled down in droves.

The Hyeollangdaeju also staggered and retreated backward.

Thick clouds of dust and water spray obscured their vision.

Everyone held their breath and froze in the sudden situation.

Then.

Whoosh—!

A black shadow shot up through the dust cloud.

A shadow falling through the air.

And the pitch-black sword in its hand.

Thud!

The shadow landed in the narrow gap between Hyeok Muhwi and the Hyeollangdaeju.

The figure revealed as the dust slowly cleared.

Black martial robes.

A black and white sword sheath hanging at the waist.

And coldly gleaming eyes.

It was Namgung Cheon.

“…Namgung Cheon!”

Akmugyeol’s mouth fell wide open.

Namgung Cheon looked at the Hyeollangdaeju while letting Mukhon hang toward the ground.

“How noisy.”

He slowly raised his head and surveyed the enemies surrounding him.

Hyeolrangdae, Spear Demon Unit.

The elite forces of Sable Alliance.

Those who should protect the Soryeonju had instead gathered like this to cut him down.

“Dogs that bite their master. They were poorly trained.”

A faint smile crossed his lips.

“So then…”

Whooom—!

Dark blue sword energy blazed like flames from Mukhon.

“I have no choice but to teach them through death.”

* * *

Sable Alliance headquarters meeting hall, the Black Council Hall.

Gunsa Samu Ryun, seated in the place of honor, calmly tilted his teacup.

However, the faces of the six people seated around him were endlessly grim.

The sect masters of the Three Evil Sects and the family heads of the Three Evil Families.

The reason these substantial pillars supporting the massive force called Sable Alliance had gathered was singular.

To censure Samu Ryun.

“Answer us, Gunsa!”

Dokgo Hyeong, head of the Dokgo Family, raised his voice.

Sharp energy poured from his entire body as if he would tear Samu Ryun apart.

“What on earth were you thinking when you touched the Namgung Clan?”

At his fury, the Iron Tyrant Sect Master responsible for Honam also struck the table and joined in.

Bang!

“Can you even handle it if Jeongsa-daejeon breaks out right now?”

“We cannot stake the lives of our family members on Gunsa’s shallow schemes!”

Even the head of the Gongsun Family shot him a venomous glare.

Censure and criticism poured from all directions.

The momentum emanating from six absolute masters was truly tremendous—an ordinary person’s heart would have burst from the pressure alone.

But Samu Ryun still calmly sipped his tea.

Finally, having emptied his teacup, Samu Ryun raised one corner of his mouth and spoke quietly.

“Are you afraid of the Orthodox Faction?”

“…What!”

“I’m asking if you plan to tuck your tails and run away because you’re scared of those Orthodox Faction bastards.”

At Samu Ryun’s words, anger rose on the faces of the sect masters and family heads.

Dokgo Hyeong gripped his sword hilt tightly and said.

“Gunsa! Your words go too far! We’re worried about the Alliance’s safety!”

“Safety…”

Samu Ryun rose from his seat.

His gaze sank coldly.

“How long do you plan to live holding your breath? The years since Ryeonju left his position. What have you all done during that time?”

He pointed at the massive map hanging on the wall and continued.

“The Orthodox Faction bastards have grown their power, and the Demonic Sect is slowly revealing itself too. At this rate, Sable Alliance will become nothing but an empty shell and fall prey to their hunting.”

His voice gradually gained strength.

“Stagnant water becomes poison when it pools. That’s why I lit the fire. To overturn this rotting, complacent Sable Alliance and reorganize Tianxia.”

“So you’ll start Jeongsa-daejeon?”

Hwanbi Munju sneered mockingly.

“You think we don’t know Gunsa’s tricks? In the end, we’ll be the ones bleeding during Jeongsa-daejeon. You’re trying to exploit that opportunity, aren’t you?”

Samu Ryun’s brow furrowed.

“Your words go too far.”

Hwanbi Munju shrugged his shoulders.

“Then tell us. Why exactly did you commit such an irreversible act on your own? And how will you stop Geomhwang?”

At Hwanbi Munju’s words, Samu Ryun let out a hollow laugh.

“…Ha, acting on my own.”

A strange smile crossed his lips.

“Do you truly think all of this was my independent decision?”

“Then you’re saying it wasn’t?”

The Iron Tyrant Sect Master grimly furrowed his brow.

“Ryeonju has been in seclusion for ten years now without coming out! The entrance to Heukrang Dong hasn’t opened once during that time.”

“Gunsa, are you perhaps trying to get out of this situation by falsely claiming you received Ryeonju’s orders?”

Dokgo Gaju glared at Samu Ryun with killing intent.

Even under their fierce pressure, Samu Ryun didn’t lose his composure.

Instead, he just shook his head as if pitying them.

“It can’t be helped. You won’t believe words.”

Samu Ryun released his grip on the teacup and slowly rose from his seat.

And he murmured quietly.

“I have no choice but to show you directly.”

The moment his words ended.

Whoosh—!

Energy as hot as flames engulfed the entire Black Council Hall.

“Gasp!”

“Th-this energy is…!”

Empty gasps burst simultaneously from the mouths of the sect masters and family heads.

His mouth was parched dry and his lips cracked open.

Woooooong—!

Heat waves rising from all directions.

A terrible burning sensation that seemed to scorch his skin and singe his hair covered his entire body.

“N-no way…!”

Dokgo Gaju’s face turned deathly pale.

He knew this energy.

No, he could never forget it.

That absolute flame that had painted Tianxia with terror and awe, one that none dared even look upon.

Kiiiiiiik—.

The tightly closed iron doors of the Black Council Hall opened on their own.

Then a man slowly entered the meeting hall.

The vivid image of a massive wolf on his black martial robes.

And blazing red eyes that seemed impossible for a human to possess.

The moment they saw this, the sect leaders and family heads knelt down in unison as if by prior arrangement.

Thud!

Six absolute masters pressed their heads to the floor and shouted simultaneously.

“The Black Wolf Covers the Sky, Ten Thousand Evils Bow Their Heads!”

The man looked down indifferently at the tops of their heads as he slowly walked forward.

Eventually reaching the innermost part of the meeting hall, he arrived at the Taesaui, turned around, and looked down at the assembly.

“It’s been a long time.”

The man, Hyeokgwi-gwang, the Blood Flame Sword Emperor, raised the corners of his mouth.

The master of Mansa.

It was the return of the Blood Flame Sword Emperor.

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