Namgung Heavenly Demon - Chapter 94

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Chapter 94

Whiiiing—.

A bone-cutting blade wind whipped up a blizzard and struck the cliff behind Xueqiang Village.

In front of the desolate and treacherous cave entrance.

A strange and incongruous scene was unfolding.

An old table and two chairs sitting alone in the middle of the snowfield.

And a wine bottle and cups placed on top of them.

Mujin filled his wine cup while looking at the Wandering King sitting across from him with an expression of disbelief.

“This is a bit awkward to say, but…”

Mujin quietly opened his mouth.

“Did you perhaps injure your head sometime in the past ten years?”

Even at his disciple’s impertinent words, the Wandering King calmly lifted his wine cup to his mouth.

Even in the cold snow wind, the wine left a warm sensation in his throat as it went down.

“Ah, excellent. Originally, when guests come, one must observe proper etiquette.”

“Guests, you say. Aren’t they people coming to kill us?”

“All the more reason to have a drink. We should at least smell some wine before the stench of blood fills the air, so our stomachs won’t churn as much.”

The Wandering King chuckled and set down his empty cup on the table.

Mujin shook his head but still accepted the wine bottle his master offered and filled his own cup.

Perhaps it was thanks to his master’s composure, the one called the greatest wanderer under heaven.

Though it seemed like madness, it was strangely calming.

That’s when it happened.

“They’re coming.”

The Wandering King muttered quietly and turned his gaze into the darkness.

Mujin also set down his wine cup and placed his hand on his sword hilt.

Beyond the blizzard, figures in white robes emerged from the pitch-black darkness.

At the front stood two elderly men with white hair.

Baekheun, the sect leader of the Kunlun Sect, and Grand Elder Baekheung.

And following behind them were elders and first-generation disciples.

They hesitated upon arrival at the scene before their eyes.

Blood-soaked corpses and the cave entrance collapsed in ruins.

And two people leisurely drinking wine in front of it all.

“…Wandering King.”

A grinding sound escaped from sect leader Baekheun’s mouth.

His eyes were far too fierce for those of a Taoist.

“Breaking our agreement—do you truly feel no shame?”

Even at Baekheun’s sharp rebuke, the Wandering King filled his wine cup with a light laugh.

“The shameful one is you, isn’t it? For doing such things.”

“Silence!”

Grand Elder Baekheung couldn’t contain himself and shouted.

His face was flushed red with shame and anger.

The disgrace he most wanted to hide had been discovered by the most troublesome person of all.

And that arrogant attitude on top of it.

“Not only did you break our agreement and set foot on our mountain, but you dare interfere with the great work of Kunlun?”

“Great work?”

The Wandering King snorted and fiddled with his wine cup.

“Coveting what belongs to the Demonic Sect and massacring innocent people to silence them—is that Kunlun’s great work?”

“You bastard!”

Killing intent exploded from Baekheung’s entire body.

But Baekheun raised his hand to restrain him.

Baekheun swept his coldly sunken eyes over the Wandering King, Mujin, and their surroundings.

The masters brought from the Gold Insect Sect had been completely annihilated.

Then the only remaining witnesses were those two.

‘They must die.’

If he let them go, Kunlun would be finished.

Even if he was the Wandering King of the world, if they silenced him in this deep part of the snow mountain, no one would know.

Baekheun slowly drew his sword.

Sring—.

The clear sound of the blade pierced through the blizzard and struck everyone’s ears distinctly.

“Since you walked into a place of death with your own feet, don’t resent us. The crime of defiling Kunlun’s honor—you’ll pay for it with your life.”

At Baekheun’s words, the elders and disciples following behind also drew their swords in unison.

Clang! Clang!

Cold sweat ran down Mujin’s forehead.

Kunlun’s sect leader was a master of the Transcendent realm, and Grand Elder Baekheung had also reached the peak of the Supreme realm.

Those two alone would be overwhelming to face, but behind them were two more elders and ten first-generation disciples.

A total of fifteen enemies.

‘Meanwhile, on our side there’s only master and me…’

Mujin’s gaze stealthily turned toward his master.

Still that leisurely face.

‘What on earth is he thinking…’

Sensing Mujin’s gaze, the Wandering King smiled lightly once and downed the remaining wine in one gulp.

Then the Wandering King lightly loosened his shoulders and muttered quietly.

“Kunlun’s honor… Discussing honor over corpses is utterly disgusting.”

The Wandering King slowly rose from his seat.

Then he glanced at Mujin and opened his mouth.

“I haven’t been idle for ten years either. So don’t worry.”

As soon as he finished speaking, overwhelming energy burst forth from the Wandering King’s entire body.

Kwaaa—!

That energy made every hair on Mujin’s body stand on end.

Such tremendous power that he couldn’t even think of crossing swords with it.

“Could it be…”

Ten years ago, his master’s level was certainly the early stage of the Transcendent realm.

However, the energy now surging from his entire body far exceeded that.

Sring—.

The Wandering King’s beloved sword, the Annihilation Sword, was slowly drawn.

“Since you seem to have given up on ascending to immortality through cultivation…”

The Annihilation Sword was aimed at Baekheun.

“I’ll personally help you ascend.”

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Namgung Cheon immediately climbed the mountain again as soon as he finished dealing with matters in Xining.

At that moment.

Kugugugugung—!

A tremendous roar that seemed to shake the entire mountain burst forth.

At the same time, the ground trembled.

‘It has begun.’

Namgung Cheon’s eyes turned sharp.

Waves created by the collision of tremendous forces.

And familiar energies mixed within those waves.

‘It’s the Wandering King’s energy.’

That energy was clashing fiercely with Kunlun’s pure energy.

The battle had begun.

‘I need to hurry.’

Namgung Cheon drew up his internal energy.

His form soared into midair like a hawk.

Cutting through the blizzard like an arrow, he reached the ridge above the cliff in an instant.

Then he saw four old men fighting the Wandering King.

Judging by their extraordinary energy, they must be the sect leader and elders.

But the Wandering King wasn’t retreating—rather, he was overwhelming them.

Each time his sword cut through the air, massive sword energy swept like a storm, tearing apart the elders’ attacks.

‘What a monster.’

Namgung Cheon briefly admired.

There was no room for him to intervene in that battle.

In that case.

Namgung Cheon’s gaze turned to the opposite side.

There was Mujin, surrounded by a dozen swordsmen.

“Urgh!”

Mujin groaned and retreated.

Red blood was seeping from his shoulder and thigh.

‘Two peak masters and eight supreme masters?’

He looked overwhelmed just blocking their attacks.

Moreover, with the murderous energy pressing from the Wandering King’s direction, his movements were becoming increasingly sluggish.

‘That’s where I need to go.’

Namgung Cheon’s judgment was swift.

Without hesitation, he kicked off the cliff and leaped down.

“Die!”

Yang Jin aimed for Mujin’s opening and thrust his sword.

Just as Mujin gritted his teeth to block it.

Whoosh—!

A black shadow cut through the blizzard and charged into the battlefield.

And.

Clang—!

With a heavy metallic sound, Yang Jin’s sword was deflected into the air.

Yang Jin’s eyes widened.

Soon, recognizing who stood before him, color returned to Mujin’s face.

“Young Master!”

Namgung Cheon readjusted his grip on Mukhon without looking back.

“I’m late.”

“No, your timing was perfect. I was just about to die.”

Mujin joked as he stood beside Namgung Cheon.

Then Yang So, recognizing Namgung Cheon, opened his mouth in shock.

“You are…!”

It was that wanderer he had checked before due to a strange sense of unease.

‘But, Young Master?’

The term “Young Master” usually referred to the son of a family.

At that moment, a certain rumor naturally came to mind.

—The Eulmyeol Sword has entered the Namgung Clan as a retainer.

If that rumor he had dismissed as nonsense was actually true.

“…So you were the famous Third Young Master.”

Yang So spat out through gritted teeth.

At those words, Yang Jin expressed his anger.

“How dare a young master of the Namgung Clan interfere in Kunlun’s affairs?”

“Kunlun’s affairs?”

Namgung Cheon asked coldly.

His eyes turned icy.

“Is coveting the Demonic Sect’s artifacts, driving disciples to their deaths, and massacring innocent people Kunlun’s affairs?”

“Shut up!”

Yang Jin exploded.

His form charged through the blizzard.

Like a dragon riding clouds, his form moved unpredictably while stepping on air.

It was Kunlun’s Cloud Dragon Eight Forms.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Jin closed the distance and aimed his sword at Namgung Cheon’s heart.

Kunlun’s ultimate technique, Cloud Dragon Thirteen Forms, First Movement: Cloud Dragon Emerges from Water.

Sharp sword energy shot forth like a dragon ascending from the clouds.

An extremely swift sword.

Facing this, Namgung Cheon’s eyes flashed.

Then he brought Mukhon down toward a point in midair.

Azure Heaven Myriad Forms Style, Heaven Thunder Shakes the Sky.

Boom!

Blue lightning blocked the swift sword.

Crack!

And fell toward Yang Jin’s head.

“Gasp!”

Yang Jin hastily tried to retreat using his footwork, but Namgung Cheon didn’t give him the chance.

Thud!

Namgung Cheon’s form penetrated into Yang Jin’s embrace.

Yang Jin’s pupils contracted.

‘Fast!’

Yang Jin frantically tried to defend.

However, Namgung Cheon’s Mukhon had already cut across his side.

Slash.

“Urgh!”

Yang Jin swallowed his scream and retreated.

Red blood seeped from his side.

The wound to his pride was deeper.

To think that he, the senior disciple of the first generation, had been cut by a mere youth.

“You bastard!”

Yang Jin raised his sword energy once more.

This time it was faster and more fierce.

Cloud Dragon Thirteen Forms, Fifth Movement: Clouds and Mist Fill the Sky.

Sword energy rose like mist, obscuring Namgung Cheon’s vision, and dozens of sword shadows poured through the gaps.

A dazzling sword dance where reality and illusion were hard to distinguish.

Then Namgung Cheon’s blue sword energy flowed like gentle waves, covering Yang Jin’s sword energy.

Yang Jin’s fierce power was absorbed by the soft energy and lost its strength.

His sword became heavy as if trapped in a swamp.

“…!”

While Yang Jin was flustered, Namgung Cheon’s sword changed.

Sharpness hidden behind softness.

Moonlight Azure Heaven.

Mukhon flew toward Yang Jin’s neck, drawing a semicircle.

Clang!

He barely managed to block it, but the impact made his wrist ache.

Namgung Cheon didn’t stop.

He swung his sword relentlessly.

Sword strikes poured down like a waterfall.

Clang! Bang! Clang!

Yang Jin desperately blocked them.

His sword contained the essence of Kunlun, and his internal energy was deep.

But Namgung Cheon’s sword was a level above his.

Moreover, there was the instinctive sense honed through countless life-and-death battles.

The moment his opponent drew breath, the instant his pupils wavered.

Namgung Cheon’s sword persistently pierced through those minute gaps.

“Aaahhh!”

Yang Jin screamed as he attempted a counterattack.

He unleashed the Cloud Dragon Eight Forms to their limit, stepping on midair and leaping up, then brought his sword down from above.

The final technique of the Cloud Dragon Thirteen Forms, Cloud Dragon Descent.

A killing blow where a dragon descends from the heavens to crush the enemy.

But Namgung Cheon calmly raised his head and watched Yang Jin falling.

And then.

‘Right here.’

He slightly twisted his body, dodging Yang Jin’s sword by a hair’s breadth.

At the same time, his foot cut through midair.

Thud!

Namgung Cheon’s kick struck Yang Jin’s solar plexus hard.

“Kugh!”

Yang Jin gasped for breath and tumbled backward.

Namgung Cheon charged forward simultaneously.

The blue sword energy wrapped around his blade gleamed menacingly.

He moved with the momentum to sever a neck in one stroke.

‘I’m going to die.’

Yang Jin realized it instinctively.

He couldn’t dodge it, nor could he block it.

At this rate, his head would roll across the snowy plains.

He watched Mukhon falling with desperate eyes.

But at that moment.

“How dare you!”

A roar that shook heaven and earth rang out.

At the same time, tremendous killing intent struck Namgung Cheon’s flank.

Namgung Cheon’s senses screamed.

‘Dangerous!’

He hastily stopped his descending sword and twisted his body.

Crash!

A massive sword energy struck down where he had been standing.

The snow exploded, carving out a huge crater.

An old man revealed himself through the blizzard.

It was Grand Elder Baekheung.

Blood was flowing from his left shoulder.

In the middle of his fight with the Wandering King, when his eldest disciple Yang Jin faced mortal danger, he had forcibly broken through the attack and rushed over.

“How dare you!”

Baekheung’s furious shout.

The presence of an absolute master approaching the Limitless Realm pressed down on Namgung Cheon.

Namgung Cheon gripped Mukhon properly and glared at Baekheung.

“I see you don’t like your disciple dying.”

A sneer crossed his lips.

“After killing other people’s children like insects.”

“You bastard!”

With a roar, his figure melted away into the blizzard and disappeared.

And at that moment.

Swoosh—.

An eerie cutting sound brushed past Namgung Cheon’s ear.

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