Namgung Heavenly Demon - Chapter 95

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Chapter 95

Slash—.

A chilling cutting sound.

And then.

“Urgh.”

Namgung Cheon’s left shoulder was stained with blood.

“You’re lucky, brat.”

From a distance, Baekheung shook off his sword and spoke with a smirk.

“Lucky, you say.”

Namgung Cheon glanced at his bloodied shoulder and readjusted his grip on Mukhon.

His eyes sank even deeper.

Rising fighting spirit enveloped his entire body.

“Then let’s try again. Let’s see how long that luck lasts.”

“Insolent fool!”

Kwaaaaang!

A massive sword energy erupted from Baekheung’s blade.

Swish—!

A vertical cutting strike followed.

Wooooong—!

At the same time, Namgung Cheon drew up his energy.

Then Namgung Cheon charged straight forward.

Thud!

His body shot forth like a bolt of lightning.

Heaven’s Thunder Shaking the Sky.

Kwaaaaaa!

The two sword energies collided head-on.

With a thunderous roar that seemed to shake the entire snow mountain, a massive shockwave erupted.

Snow and dirt flew in all directions.

Crackle.

A fierce friction sound burst from their clashing swords.

Baekheung gritted his teeth.

The pressure on his right arm exceeded imagination.

‘How is this… possible.’

Surely his sword energy should have been overwhelming his opponent.

Despite the difference in decades of accumulated power, Namgung Cheon was not being pushed back.

‘Moreover…’

A strange sensation felt from their clashing swords.

Pure yet ferocious, heavy yet sharp.

Opposing energies were melded into one sword without conflict.

Like flames rising above clear river water—a feeling that defied common sense.

‘What exactly is this guy…’

But he couldn’t retreat like this.

“Hup!”

Baekheung squeezed out more internal energy.

His sword energy expanded once more, trying to devour Namgung Cheon.

Tremendous pressure crushed down on Namgung Cheon’s entire body.

However.

“…A different feeling from the Righteous Heaven Pavilion Master.”

Namgung Cheon’s voice rang in Baekheung’s ears.

Only then did Baekheung’s gaze turn toward Namgung Cheon’s face.

“…”

Namgung Cheon was smiling.

As if enjoying himself.

That arrogant attitude made anger flare in Baekheung’s eyes again.

“You bastard!”

Instantly withdrawing his sword, Baekheung unleashed another swift strike.

But the smile on Namgung Cheon’s lips only deepened as he watched.

‘As expected, he’s trying it again.’

Moreover.

‘Less precise than before.’

Anger had dulled his sword.

Namgung Cheon lightly twisted his body.

Swish—!

Baekheung’s sword grazed past his chest.

At the same time, Mukhon’s black trajectory cut diagonally.

It was a counterattack as swift as Baekheung’s quick strike.

Seeing this, Baekheung instinctively drew all his internal energy into protective energy.

Thud!

A dull bursting sound as Mukhon struck the protective energy.

Baekheung’s body floated up into midair from the impact.

He twisted his body in the air to create distance as he landed.

The snow beneath his feet was deeply gouged.

Though his protective energy hadn’t broken, a shock that shook his internal organs was transmitted.

Baekheung’s eyes filled with shock.

‘Clearly before, he barely managed to dodge.’

And even got wounded in the process.

But now he dodged perfectly and even counterattacked.

‘Could it be…’

Did he deliberately take the hit?

To make him use the same technique?

Goosebumps rose all over Baekheung’s body.

At that moment.

Bang!

Namgung Cheon charged forward with explosive force.

“Gasp!”

Roughly drawing up his internal energy, Baekheung deflected the sword thrusting at him head-on.

Clang! Crash! Bang!

Dozens of exchanges occurred in an instant.

Baekheung desperately blocked.

His sword contained the essence of Kunlun and was backed by profound internal energy.

However.

“Urgh!”

Baekheung’s robe began to become tattered.

Shallow cuts accumulated on his forearms and thighs.

They weren’t fatal wounds, but the damage was accumulating.

In contrast, Namgung Cheon’s sword techniques became sharper as time passed.

Baekheung realized instinctively.

‘At this rate, I’ll be the first to collapse from exhaustion.’

Therefore.

‘I must finish this in one move.’

Thud.

Baekheung no longer clashed swords and leaped back to create distance.

Then he raised his sword vertically.

Whoooosh—!

At the same time, the energy emanating from his entire body began to change.

A strange phenomenon where everything around seemed to be sucked into his sword.

“I’ll show you the true sword of Kunlun that I’ve spent my lifetime restoring!”

His pupils turned white as eternal snow.

Kwaaaaa—!

The sword energy bursting from Baekheung’s blade began forming the shape of a massive dragon in midair.

A white giant dragon wrapped in blizzards.

The energy spewing from the dragon’s mouth wavered between reality and illusion, disturbing everything around.

This was the appearance of Kunlun’s lost ultimate technique, the Taixu Dragon-Slaying Sword.

However, Namgung Cheon’s eyes narrowed upon seeing this sight.

‘Taixu Dragon-Slaying Sword?’

Memories from his past life flashed through his mind.

The Great War between Orthodox and Demonic.

The image of white dragons covering the sky that Taishang Zhenren, the sect leader of Kunlun, had displayed on that hellish battlefield.

‘No, that’s…’

A faint sneer crossed Namgung Cheon’s lips.

‘That’s not the Taixu Dragon-Slaying Sword.’

The real Taixu Dragon-Slaying Sword he had seen in his past life wasn’t so ferocious.

Rather, it had the gracefulness of a dragon roaming the world, not going against the natural order.

And at the same time, it possessed the majesty to suppress everything.

But the sword Baekheung was displaying now was different.

It only looked impressive on the surface.

“Laughable.”

Namgung Cheon muttered quietly.

Unlike the true Taixu Dragon-Slaying Sword he had seen in the past, this merely violent sword’s weaknesses were clearly visible.

“Die!”

Baekheung roared as he swung his sword.

The white giant dragon rushed forward, stirring up blizzards to devour Namgung Cheon.

Grip.

Namgung Cheon tightly grasped Mukhon.

Then he drew up the pure internal energy that had been sleeping deep in his dantian.

‘The way to break the Taixu Dragon-Slaying Sword is to find the dragon’s reverse scale.’

The central point where all energy gathers and disperses.

The real Taixu Dragon-Slaying Sword perfectly conceals that reverse scale, but this half-baked version lacked that ability.

Therefore.

‘I can see it.’

Namgung Cheon’s eyes caught sight of one point shining particularly intensely at the dragon’s head.

If he destroyed only that spot, the massive dragon would crumble like a sandcastle.

Namgung Cheon’s eyes grew coldly calm.

Thud.

With light footwork, Namgung Cheon threw himself toward the charging dragon’s maw.

Mukhon in his hand glowed with a dark blue light.

And.

Crack!

Namgung Cheon’s sword tore through the white giant dragon’s sword energy.

Pain surged through his shoulder and side, but his sword didn’t waver.

Only toward one point.

Toward the reverse scale, the forced knot of energy maintaining the dragon’s magnificent form.

Kwaaaaaang—!

The moment Mukhon finally pierced through the dragon’s neck and penetrated the reverse scale beyond.

“Guhek!”

Baekheung’s scream burst out from midair.

The massive dragon’s form scattered like a mirage.

Thud.

Baekheung’s body plummeted to the ground.

He slowly looked down at his chest with trembling eyes.

“…”

A black sword contrasting with the white snow had pierced through his heart.

Cough.

Red blood stained the white snowy plains.

With trembling lips, Baekheung struggled to open his mouth.

“How… how did you break through in one strike…?”

Namgung Cheon slowly pulled out the embedded sword.

He looked down at the dying Baekheung with indifferent eyes and muttered.

“The greatest form has no shape.”

“…”

Baekheung’s eyes trembled convulsively.

The greatest form has no shape. Truly great forms have no physical appearance.

It meant that essence doesn’t lie in outward appearance.

Baekheung couldn’t not know this.

It was the teaching of Laozi, the Supreme Lord.

‘But I… was obsessed with form…’

Ah…

Baekheung’s sigh never made it past his lips.

Thud.

With a small sound, Baekheung’s body collapsed to the ground.

“…Huu.”

Namgung Cheon breathed heavily.

His entire body was covered in wounds, and not even a handful of internal energy remained.

Nevertheless.

‘I won.’

Against a master who had reached the threshold of the Limitless Realm.

At that moment.

Kwaaaang!

A thunderous sound came from the distance.

Namgung Cheon’s gaze turned toward where the sound came from.

Two people lying on the ground came into his view.

‘All the elders have been cut down, so what remains is the sect leader.’

However, not long after.

Slash!

With a chilling tearing sound, red blood stained the snow.

Baekheun’s right arm fell from his shoulder and rolled on the ground.

“Kraaaak!”

Baekheun clutched his severed shoulder.

The Wandering King slowly approached Baekheun.

His sword tip aimed at Baekheun’s throat.

A chilling sword energy pierced Baekheun’s Adam’s apple.

“It’s over.”

The Wandering King’s voice echoed across the snow mountain.

“Witness clearly the consequences brought by your greed.”

The Wandering King’s gaze swept over the fallen Baekheung and elders, then the disciples trembling in terror.

Baekheun couldn’t lift his head.

His own misguided judgment had plunged Kunlun into the abyss.

No matter that Baekheung had first accepted the Gold Insect Sect’s proposal, he couldn’t blame him.

In the end, it was he who had allowed it.

“…I’ve lost.”

Baekheun opened his mouth with difficulty.

Admitting defeat.

That was the only way to save at least the lives of the remaining disciples.

He bit his bloodied lips and shouted.

“Everyone… drop your swords.”

At those words, the Disciples of Kunlun stared at each other in a daze.

It was a reality they didn’t want to believe.

That Kunlun of Tianxia, the leader of the Nine Sects, would kneel before mere wanderers and a young master.

But the Grand Elder was dead, and the sect leader had lost his arm.

Yet they couldn’t charge at the Wandering King, nor did they have any fighting spirit left.

Thud.

Someone dropped their sword.

Starting with that sound, the noise of weapons falling onto the snow could be heard from here and there.

Namgung Cheon sheathed the bloodied Mukhon into its scabbard.

Click.

Only then did his body slowly begin to relax.

“…Whew.”

Namgung Cheon slowly raised his head to look at the Eastern Sky.

The blizzard that had raged all night had stopped, and a red sun was rising between the clouds.

Morning sunlight pouring over the pure white Snowy Plains.

That light indifferently illuminated the blood spilled and corpses from the night.

‘It’s finished.’

Namgung Cheon let out a deep breath.

Cold air seeped deep into his lungs, cooling his body that had been burning hot.

It didn’t seem like it had been that long since he left the Namgung Clan.

‘It’s been eventful.’

Starting from the duel with Hyeolryong to Meorhon, the legacy of his past life.

And…

Namgung Cheon’s gaze briefly lingered on Baekheung’s corpse lying on the ground.

A master who had approached the realm of Supreme Mastery.

The fight with him was the most fierce battle he had experienced in this life.

‘I’ve grown quite dull too.’

To be lost in sentiment just from defeating a Kunlun Elder.

Namgung Cheon let out a light laugh, turned his gaze away from Baekheung, and looked at the Wandering King who had approached his side.

“Thank you for your hard work. I’m grateful.”

Namgung Cheon bowed respectfully with cupped fists.

The Wandering King stared at Namgung Cheon silently without answering.

Eyes of unfathomable depth swept over Namgung Cheon’s entire body.

After a moment, the Wandering King quietly opened his mouth.

“Do you intend to express gratitude with words alone?”

“…?”

Namgung Cheon’s brow furrowed slightly.

The greatest Wanderer under heaven wouldn’t discuss compensation at this point.

As he wondered about this, Mujin interjected from the side.

“Master, the young master doesn’t know yet because of his inexperience. He was raised quite preciously, after all.”

Mujin smiled slyly and spoke to Namgung Cheon.

“Naturally, for wanderers, at the beginning and end of any matter, there’s always…”

He made a gesture with his fingers as if holding a wine cup and brought it to his mouth.

“Wine follows, young master. Once we clean up this mess, let’s have a drink. I’ve spotted a wonderful place.”

Only then did a smile spread across the Wandering King’s lips too.

Namgung Cheon looked back and forth between the two men for a moment.

Though they had laid down their swords, Kunlun’s sect leader and first disciple still remained, yet here they were arranging a drinking session over a snowy plain littered with corpses.

It was a thoroughly wanderer-like notion.

But this too was their own way of showing consideration.

To take a brief rest.

Namgung Cheon quietly opened his mouth.

“…Very well.”

A faint smile crossed his lips.

“I’ll buy. Very expensive wine.”

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