Namgung Heavenly Demon - Chapter 90

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Chapter 90

Slash—.

With a chilling sound of flesh being cut, a head flew up helplessly.

Thud.

The headless corpse collapsed powerlessly onto the snow, and the severed head rolled to the feet of the remaining eleven men guarding the cave entrance.

“…!”

The enemies all drew their weapons at once.

Clang—.

Their eyes gleamed menacingly.

“Kill him.”

With an old man’s quiet shout, the enemies charged forward.

The energy emanating from their swords and sabers was far removed from the clear and pure energy of Kunlun Mountains.

Dark red and murky energy.

It was clearly the energy of the Heterodox Faction.

‘Moreover….’

Namgung Cheon’s eyes narrowed as he observed their movements.

The transmission of power from toes to waist, from waist to shoulders.

It was the same as in Gwimyeon-gye.

The feeling of Orthodox Faction swordsmanship combined with Heterodox Faction energy.

‘Are these bastards also in league with the Gwimyeon-gye bastards?’

As if to end his brief contemplation.

Swoosh—!

A sword flew toward Namgung Cheon’s neck.

Simple, but a heavy strike that disregarded life.

Namgung Cheon lightly raised Mukhon and deflected the opponent’s sword.

Clang!

With an intense explosive sound, the sword was flung into midair.

Simultaneously.

Thunk!

Namgung Cheon’s sword precisely pierced through his heart.

“Gack!”

The enemy collapsed, spitting blood.

Swoosh!

As he pulled out his sword, he spun his body and swung Mukhon toward two enemies attacking from behind.

Moonlight Azure Heaven.

The black trajectory grazed both men’s necks simultaneously.

Slash! Slash!

Two heads flew into midair at the same time.

Namgung Cheon had cut down four in an instant.

The remaining enemies surrounding Namgung Cheon hesitated and stepped back at his overwhelming martial prowess.

However, the old man who had initially ordered Namgung Cheon’s death didn’t move a muscle.

A white-haired old man wearing ash-colored robes.

He was staring at Namgung Cheon with indifferent eyes.

‘That bastard is the leader.’

The energy emanating from the old man’s entire body was on a different level from the previous peak masters.

‘Martial arts of unknown origin, and transcendent masters appearing at every turn. The world has changed greatly.’

With brief contemplation, Namgung Cheon pointed his sword toward the old man.

Then the old man, who had been quietly observing Namgung Cheon, spoke softly.

“Stand back.”

At that quiet command, the masters surrounding Namgung Cheon retreated like an ebbing tide.

The old man slowly walked forward and faced Namgung Cheon.

The old man’s face revealed under the moonlight.

A strange light flickered in Namgung Cheon’s eyes.

‘Murky yellow pupils and blackish lips….’

These were typical side effects of demonic arts.

Most eye-catching were the ten fingernails that had grown abnormally long and turned black.

‘He’s learned claw techniques.’

Claw techniques were generally Heterodox Faction martial arts.

But the energy he emanated was different from other Heterodox Faction masters.

Heavy and sticky energy that pressed down on the surrounding air.

It was closer to demonic arts rather than evil arts.

Then, the old man spoke.

“Not bad.”

A rough and unpleasant voice like scraping metal.

“I was getting bored. And that sword….”

The old man’s eyes narrowed.

“Are you a demon? But I don’t sense demonic energy… Rather, pure energy flows like those Kunlun bastards.”

“You don’t need to know.”

Namgung Cheon replied coldly.

“How insolent. You brat.”

The old man chuckled and continued.

“Right, no need to know. You’ll die anyway.”

Whoosh!

Dark red heat haze rose from the old man’s entire body.

“Die!”

The old man curved his ten fingers like hooks and charged forward.

Swoosh—!

Dark red claw energy shot from his fingertips and struck at Namgung Cheon.

A strike filled with ferocious destructive power that seemed to tear apart everything it touched.

Wooong—!

Mukhon responded by emitting a heavy sword cry and releasing blue-green sword energy.

Azure Heaven Myriad Forms Style, Sea of Clouds Barrier Heaven.

Gentle sword energy rose like mist and embraced the old man’s ferocious force.

Crack!

The sword energy and claw energy clashed, creating a bizarre sound.

A strange light flickered in the old man’s eyes for a moment.

Simultaneously.

Swoosh—!

His hand changed trajectory and dug into Namgung Cheon’s side.

It was an irregular attack, but.

Step!

Namgung Cheon used footwork to skillfully avoid it and instead swung Mukhon.

Whooom!

A blue flash fell toward the old man’s head.

The old man hastily crossed both hands to block it.

Bang!

But the power contained in Mukhon exceeded imagination.

“Grrk!”

The old man’s knees buckled.

Both hands trembled violently, and the ground beneath his feet was gouged out.

Just one exchange.

In that brief moment, the old man realized.

That the young brat before him was different from ordinary late-stage masters.

‘…He has extensive real combat experience.’

No matter how young one might be, consuming all sorts of elixirs and learning great techniques, real combat experience was something that could never be obtained that way.

The sharpness to exploit an opponent’s opening, the flexibility to attack while defending simultaneously.

These were senses that only those who had crossed countless lines of life and death could possess.

‘Moreover, that internal energy…’

The heavy internal force transmitted through the sword far transcended his own, accumulated over more than sixty years of life.

‘…He’s a monster.’

The old man gritted his teeth.

‘I must pour out everything.’

The old man exploded all the internal force in his body.

Kwaaaaang!

Dark red energy swirled and spread out in all directions.

The snowfield was overturned and rocks shattered away.

Dozens of claw marks were carved in midair as they struck down at Namgung Cheon.

Each one had the power to crush rocks and tear through steel.

Namgung Cheon raised Mukhon to block that storm.

Clang! Kachang! Kwaang!

Each time claws and sword collided, sparks flew and heavy shockwaves shook the atmosphere.

The old man’s attacks did not stop.

Continuous attacks as if pouring out everything.

His claws scraped the ground creating a blizzard, and he launched killing strikes hidden within that blizzard.

“Die! Die!”

The old man’s eyes turned red with bloodshot veins.

His claws struck down hard on Namgung Cheon’s sword.

Kwajik!

Namgung Cheon’s feet were driven deep into the ground.

The old man didn’t miss that opening and aimed for his heart with his other hand.

Dark red claws dug into Namgung Cheon’s chest.

‘Dangerous.’

Tadadak!

Namgung Cheon quickly used footwork to dodge this and created distance.

His eyes sank coldly.

‘He wasn’t an opponent to take lightly.’

A transcendent master risking his life in an all-out attack was never a trivial matter.

“Are you running away!”

The old man raised his momentum once more.

Dark red energy wrapped around his body, creating a massive form.

An appearance like an evil spirit crawling out of hell.

“Let’s finish this!”

The old man roared and charged forward.

As his both hands sliced through midair, a thunderous roar rang out as if space itself was being torn.

An unavoidable strike.

Namgung Cheon gripped Mukhon tightly.

‘Force against force.’

He no longer retreated.

The energy of Cheonggung Daeyeon Simbeop exploded from Namgung Cheon’s dantian.

Wooooong—!

A blue-black sword aura that burst from Mukhon soared as if to pierce the sky.

“I shall cut you down.”

Namgung Cheon charged straight forward.

Kwaaaaaa!

The two men’s energies collided head-on.

A massive explosion occurred along with a thunderous roar that seemed to shake the entire snow mountain.

Kwaaaaa—!

The ground cracked with the point where the two men stood as the center.

Simultaneously, a snow mist that obscured vision arose.

Chaeng! Kwaang! Kwang!

Within it, two shadows fought entangled.

Each time claws and sword collided, flashes of light sparked.

The old man was desperate.

He staked everything he had and pressed Namgung Cheon hard.

But Namgung Cheon received all of the old man’s frenzied attacks and advanced step by step.

“Keuuk… You, you bastard!”

The old man’s face contorted with shock.

Even though he had poured out all his strength, Namgung Cheon did not collapse.

Rather, as time passed, his sword momentum was becoming even sharper.

‘No… this can’t be!’

The old man threw his entire body forward and extended both hands like a final struggle.

A final strike prepared for mutual destruction.

But Namgung Cheon did not allow even that.

A black trajectory formed in midair.

Swaek!

The sound of cutting through air came belatedly.

An extremely swift sword.

Seoreok.

Mukhon grazed past the old man’s right shoulder.

“Aaaaak!”

The old man’s right arm flew through midair.

Red blood spurted from the severed cross-section.

But Namgung Cheon did not stop.

‘Claw techniques are martial arts that use both hands… cutting just one side would be meaningless.’

Swaek—!

Seoreok.

Along with a black trajectory, the old man’s left arm rolled on the ground.

Having severed both arms in an instant, Namgung Cheon immediately trampled the old man’s chest with his foot.

Wudeuk.

The sound of ribs breaking rang out.

“Speak. What are you doing inside here?”

The old man let out a pained groan while still wearing a sneer.

“I don’t know where you came from, but anyway, by now…”

Before his words could even finish.

Kugugugu—!

A massive vibration echoed from deep underground.

A heavy and ominous rumbling.

Dark red energy began spewing out from inside the cave.

Namgung Cheon’s brow furrowed.

‘They forced it open.’

They had forcibly broken down a door that could only be opened without the Cheonma Divine Art.

What results such a brutish method would bring was as clear as fire.

‘The energy sleeping within Bigo will go berserk.’

Namgung Cheon had no more business with the old man.

Swoosh.

He swung his sword without hesitation.

The old man’s head rolled across the ground and buried itself in the snow.

At that moment.

Clang—!

The remaining seven enemies charged with weapons raised.

“Foolish.”

To rush in after witnessing this fight.

Thud.

Namgung Cheon’s foot struck the ground.

Simultaneously.

Slash.

A long black trajectory drawn through midair.

That line, like ink brushed on paper, passed through all the enemies’ necks at once.

Thud thud thud.

Seven heads rolled across the ground.

Namgung Cheon shook the blood-soaked Mukhon clean in midair.

Drip drip.

Blood drops fell from the blade.

At that moment.

Rumble rumble rumble!

The vibrations grew stronger and the ominous energy became clearer.

Namgung Cheon’s brow furrowed deeply.

‘There’s no time.’

Those foolish bastards had no idea what would happen when Bigo was artificially opened.

‘Bigo’s collapse is merely the beginning.’

Cheonma-hon.

The true disaster would begin when the Cheonma-hon trapped inside Bigo awakened.

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