The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 225
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Chapter 225
“Tsk!”
Looking at Namgung San, Eok I-geon clicked his tongue as if finding him pathetic.
Even with a murderer right before his eyes, he was swayed by emotion and nearly threw away his own life.
What foolish behavior this was.
What was so important about blood relations?
Even if Namgung Cheon had been his father instead of his grandfather, Eok I-geon would have swung his sword without hesitation.
Honestly, whether the murderer rampaged or not, Eok I-geon had no interest.
He was simply going along with it because Seolha wanted to capture him.
‘Her heart is truly tender.’
At least it was welcome that an opportunity to properly face off against one of the Ten Masters had come.
As he thought about going all out for the first time in a while, a smile crossed Eok I-geon’s lips.
“Keuhaaaaah!”
As if belatedly frustrated at being pushed back by Eok I-geon’s sword, Namgung Cheon howled.
Eok I-geon took a step forward and stomped down hard.
Kwang!
With an intense vibration, the ground rippled like waves and spread to the surrounding area.
Kwagwagwagwagwang—
The waves that had spread nearly five zhang seemed to seep into the ground, then exploded all at once.
Cheonma Military March First Step, Divine Descent.
The entire area around Eok I-geon shook as if an earthquake had struck.
Gooooooo!
A reverse wind blew from the ground to the sky as enormous energy burst forth from Eok I-geon’s entire body.
It was the energy of Cheonma.
Suppressing even Buddhist law, irresistible force, and the dawn light that subdues demons, terrifying primordial energy devoured the vicinity.
“Hup!”
Witnessing Eok I-geon’s martial prowess up close, Namgung San gasped in shock.
“Uuuuuu!”
Pressed down by the fierce energy flowing from Eok I-geon, his hands and feet trembled involuntarily.
Tahat!
In an instant, Eok I-geon’s form disappeared.
Where he reappeared was above Namgung Cheon’s head.
Kung!
As Eok I-geon stepped on the air, the atmosphere pressed down on Namgung Cheon forcefully like a swinging mace.
Cheonma Military March Second Step, Suppression of Ten Thousand.
Puuk!
Under the tremendous weight, Namgung Cheon’s feet were buried in the ground up to his ankles.
The surrounding ground sank as cracks split open like a drought-stricken rice field.
“Keuhaaaaak!”
With his feet trapped in the ground, Namgung Cheon momentarily lost his balance and toppled forward.
Eok I-geon didn’t miss the exposed back of Namgung Cheon’s neck.
Like an executioner beheading a condemned prisoner, he swung his sword toward Namgung Cheon’s neck.
At the sword path that followed in an instant, Namgung San stuck out his tongue.
Teng!
However, contrary to expectations of easily severing his neck, Namgung Cheon caught Eok I-geon’s sword with his bare hands without even lifting his head.
‘Grandfather…!’
No matter how much he had lost his reason, Namgung Cheon was one of the Ten Masters.
To push such a grandfather this far—was this even possible?
Even seeing it with his own eyes, Namgung San could hardly believe it.
He had known Eok I-geon would be strong, but this far exceeded his imagination.
The mysterious sect Cheon-sin-mun, unknown anywhere until now.
Yes, impressive was impressive.
He had to acknowledge what deserved acknowledgment.
But that wasn’t what was important right now.
He couldn’t let his grandfather die at another’s hands.
‘If grandfather must be sent off, then I, as the eldest grandson, should do it!’
A belated murderous intent bloomed in Namgung San’s eyes.
Forcibly erasing his hesitation about blood relations, he aimed his sword at Namgung Cheon’s back.
‘As painlessly and quickly as possible!’
Swaeaek!
Namgung San thrust his sword with the greatest speed he could muster, learned from Namgung Cheon.
The moment his sword was about to pierce his grandfather’s back!
Namgung Cheon’s body slid naturally as if carried by the wind.
“…!”
Namgung San’s eyes widened greatly.
Graceful movement like wind rising in the vast sky.
That was the Namgung Family’s footwork technique, Heavenly Wind Divine Step.
Was he simply moving according to instinct?
Though his mind was complicated with numerous thoughts, Namgung San steeled himself and swung his sword again.
Swaeaek!
Pang pang pang!
“…!”
Surprisingly, the fist technique countering the lightning-like sword strikes was also from the Namgung style.
‘Nine Split Divine Fist!’
Namgung Cheon struck away the sword aiming for his neck with the back of his hand and blocked the sword path with his palm.
At the movements flowing like water from Nine Split Divine Fist to Heavenly Thunder Palm, Namgung San was stunned.
‘C-could it be?’
Namgung San’s attacks continued, but his senses were already growing dull.
Not missing that opening, Namgung Cheon charged toward Eok I-geon.
“Hat!”
Namgung Cheon’s battle cry was precise.
The beast-like howling could no longer be heard.
‘G-grandfather…!’
Namgung Cheon kicked up at the wrist of Eok I-geon holding the sword.
His kicks didn’t end with just one.
Pababababang!
The speed was so fast that his feet seemed to number in the dozens.
“Urk!”
Though he blocked well initially, eventually Namgung Cheon’s kicks struck Eok I-geon’s chest and abdomen hard.
From that impact, Eok I-geon’s form flew and crashed into a wall.
Wareureureuru!
Kwang!
The wall collapsed over Eok I-geon’s body as it was buried in the ground.
All of this happened in the time it took to blink twice.
“Hat!”
Namgung Cheon exhaled a short breath and flicked Namgung San’s sword with his finger.
Even then, Namgung San was still awkwardly pointing his sword toward his grandfather.
“Huk!”
Namgung San’s sword lost its target and wavered.
This time, Namgung Cheon thrust his palm toward his grandson’s abdomen.
“…!”
Just before the palm force burst forth from his palm, Namgung Cheon’s eyes widened as he withdrew his strength.
“S-San!”
The murky red gleam in his eyes had somehow returned to their original color.
“…G-Grandfather?”
Namgung San looked at his grandfather with trembling eyes.
“Oh no, I did it again….”
Namgung Cheon frowned as he looked down at his blood-stained hands and clothes.
Crash—
Thud!
It was then that Eok I-geon burst out from the collapsed wall.
He cut through the air as he approached and attacked Namgung Cheon once again.
Thump thump—
Boom!
With each step Eok I-geon took, the air grew heavy and sank.
“Where do you think you’re going!”
Namgung Cheon snorted and shattered that heaviness with a single battle cry.
“Gal!”
A sound like massive glass breaking swept through the vicinity.
Eok I-geon’s sword shot through that crumbling space.
“Who are you!”
“Grandfather, get back!”
Namgung San confronted Eok I-geon in place of Namgung Cheon.
Imperial Sword Form – Imperial Heaven Piercer .
Whoooosh!
Namgung San’s sword swept the ground as it soared up, ascending as if to pierce the heavens.
Eok I-geon’s Heavenly Demon Sword clashed with Namgung San’s Imperial Sword Form.
Kwaaaaang!
The two swords collided, creating a tremendous explosion.
Even amid this, neither Eok I-geon nor Namgung San retreated a single step from each other.
With their interlocked swords in the center, Eok I-geon and Namgung San faced each other.
“What are you doing?”
Though they weren’t on good terms, they had been cooperating to kill Namgung Cheon.
Eok I-geon couldn’t understand Namgung San’s actions at all.
“He’s regained his senses!”
“What?”
“He called my name!”
“So what?”
To Eok I-geon, that wasn’t a reason at all.
“I’ll handle my grandfather myself, so you should withdraw now!”
“You don’t know when he’ll become a murderer again. Are you saying this knowing that?”
“It might not happen again!”
Namgung San couldn’t bring himself to abandon his last hope.
“I believe he can come back!”
“Tsk tsk, there’s no reasoning with you.”
Eok I-geon had no intention of persuading Namgung San.
He wasn’t much help anyway.
“Move aside.”
“I cannot!”
As Namgung San stood firm, Eok I-geon’s eyes narrowed.
Then the corners of his mouth curled up in a sneer.
“If that’s what you want so badly.”
Eok I-geon’s aura changed.
“I’ll have to cut you down together.”
This was something he’d been planning since the moment that bastard confessed to Seolha.
How dare he harbor feelings for what’s mine?
That alone made him worthy of death in Eok I-geon’s eyes.
Boom!
With just a single step, the air changed.
With Eok I-geon’s movement, the Heavenly Demon awakened.
Not the current Heavenly Demon Divine Art that had been passed down through a thousand years, but the pure demonic mastery of the original source.
The first Heavenly Demon’s power, connected across a thousand years through Macheongtian.
“Urk!”
Under the demonic energy crushing his entire body, Namgung San gritted his teeth and groaned.
The demonic energy of Eok I-geon with his power fully unleashed was beyond what Namgung San could handle.
‘Still, I must endure!’
He couldn’t just abandon his grandfather like this.
Namgung San struggled with all his might to block the sword coming to behead him.
“Kyaaaak!”
Just then, Seolha’s sudden scream struck the eardrums of both Eok I-geon and Namgung San.
“Keuheueueu!”
Namgung Cheon’s roar followed after it.
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