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Chapter 1136

Shhhh—!!

The force exploded outward in every direction. Like an unforgiving tide of darkness, it washed over the entire forest, sweeping past Heavenly Lord and Namgung Hyung.

Was it a gale? Or an ocean?

The churning, twisting energy felt both fluid and knotted—like a dense, tangled mass.

Whatever it was, the impression it left was unmistakable.

Foul. Revolting.

That was the initial reaction that flashed through Heavenly Lord’s mind as it brushed against him.

What came next was sheer disbelief.

«…What is this?»

What could possibly be happening?

«What have you done?!»

His furious roar cut through the pressurized air. Under normal circumstances, such a shout would have made the entire forest shudder.

But because of that energy—

The forest had gone rigid. It didn’t so much as tremble.

Kwoooooom—!!!

It simply continued to pour forth. Like an infinite night falling upon the earth, announcing its dominion.

A soundless, starless emptiness unfolded across the land.

Kugugugugugu—!!!

For a long moment, the energy surged and spread without end.

Kwagagagagak—!!!

And then—

The swirling mass of power that had expanded began rushing back toward its source.

A vortex formed, pulling everything inward in the blink of an eye.

Ssssssss—!!

Then, the energy was gone—vanished without a trace.

And standing where it had been—

«You…!»
«Hoo—.»

Was Cheonma.

Cloaked in energy over his dark martial robes, his aura was overpowering.

His hair flickered like sparks rising from a flame. Around him, a black mist shimmered and wavered, distorting the very air.

But the most urgent matter—

«You bastard…! How are you holding Thunder Fang?!»

That thing—Cheonma—was gripping Thunder Fang.

It should have been nothing more than a handle, with no blade to speak of.

Yet in his grasp, Thunder Fang had formed a complete sword.

The difference?

It wasn’t made of Lightning Qi.

‘Black flames…?’

It was burning with dark fire.

There was no doubt. Even without Lightning Qi, the shape, the essence—it was undeniably Thunder Fang.

Thunder Fang had accepted him.

The sacred treasure of the Namgung family had acknowledged this complete outsider as its master.

That thought alone made Heavenly Lord clench his jaw in rage.

«You bastard—!!»

Roaring, he tried to unleash his energy once again.

«Noisy.»

Swoosh.

«……!»

Heavenly Lord found he couldn’t.

A sharp feeling skimmed across his neck.

Trickle.

The edge of Thunder Fang lightly touched his throat, drawing a thin line of blood.

«You talk too much. If this is how you express old age, it’s not entirely without merit… but from my perspective, it’s rather grating.»

With that, Cheonma slowly pulled back.

The blade retreated from Heavenly Lord’s neck, and only then did his body unlock from its paralysis.

Whoosh.

Cheonma spun Thunder Fang once in his hand before calmly lowering it.

«Hmph… This never feels quite natural.»

He rolled his shoulders uncomfortably, shifting his weight as if testing his own form.

Heavenly Lord didn’t respond.

‘I couldn’t see it.’

He had failed to perceive the movement.

He, the Heavenly Lord himself.

Could merely holding Thunder Fang alter a person to this degree? Or was it something else entirely?

At that moment—

«Tch… No matter where I go, it’s always so loud.»

Cheonma muttered something unclear before settling into a stance.

It was the posture of someone preparing to execute a sword technique.

And yet—

‘It’s clumsy.’

Heavenly Lord was no fool. His swordsmanship might not be peerless, but he was one of the Three Masters.

He stood among the absolute pinnacle of swordmasters.

And he could tell immediately.

Cheonma’s motions were wrong.

«…You’re no swordsman. And yet, you dare face me with a sword?»

Cheonma wasn’t a swordsman.

He had already understood this from their earlier exchange.

This man was a martial artist. A pure brawler.

Someone on the same level as Paejon, another of the Three Masters.

Perhaps… even higher.

«So, you mean to disrespect me.»

A man like that—presuming to challenge him with a sword?

It was an insult.

Grind.

Heavenly Lord gritted his teeth.

He still didn’t comprehend how Cheonma could wield Thunder Fang.

But that no longer mattered.

‘If I don’t understand it, I’ll beat the answer out of him.’

That was his focus now.

Krrrrr—!!

Gathering his Lightning Qi once more, he prepared to crush the man before him.

Just as he lunged forward—

«I’ll say this now. I can’t use it as delicately as that old man.»

Cheonma spoke again, another puzzling statement.

Old man? Who was he referring to?

As confusion flickered across Heavenly Lord’s face—

Swoooooooosh—!!!

«Wha—?!»

A colossal power erupted from Thunder Fang.

It was an unbelievable concentration of energy.

How could such a small weapon contain so much?

Just as that thought formed—

«I’m cutting.»

With those words—

Wuuuuuung—.

Thunder Fang cleaved through the world.

A single line was drawn.

And that line cut through Heavenly Lord.

«Urgh.»

A low, choked sound escaped him.

Energy hammered into his body.

Fwooooshhhhhhh—!!!
Kwakakakakak—!!!!

A monstrous force tore across the battlefield.

Kugugugung—!!!

The earth shook. The landscape crumbled.

All from a single slash.

The destruction…

It defied all logic.

Pssssss—!!!

As the violent energy finally began to fade—

Thud.

Cheonma—**no, Gu Yangcheon—**casually released Thunder Fang.

To be precise, he let it fall from his grip.

‘Damn thing is agonizing.’

The backlash from Thunder Fang had been severe.

Even now, the sword’s spirit was shrieking curses in his mind, vilifying him endlessly.

‘Tch, what a nuisance.’

He had done this once before, back in Sichuan.

On that occasion, he had used his own Qi to command Thunder Fang.

And just like then—

‘Not bad.’

His physical capabilities had soared.

Even against a master swordsman, he had dominated completely.

Not just any swordsman—one of the Three Masters.

It was a useful trick for a momentary advantage.

But—

‘Damn old man.’

Thunder Fang’s rejection remained a problem.

«You…!! How the hell are you holding Thunder Fang?!»

The Thunder-Heaven Blade—the spirit of Noe-a—was livid.

Even in that brief instant, the sword had violently resisted him.

It had even attempted to disrupt his blood circulation while he held it.

‘Still…’

He had ended it all with one strike.

Snap—!

I flicked my fingers again.

The barrier enclosing Namgung Hyung dissipated.

“Uh….”

Namgung Hyung fell to his knees, looking completely lost.

I returned Thunder Fang to him.

Trying to hand it over directly would only provoke the wretched thing, so I used telekinesis instead.

Thud, thud.

Thunder Fang landed directly in front of him.

Namgung Hyung looked up at me with shaking eyes.

“You…”

He faltered before speaking.

“Are you… from the Namgung family—?”
“I am not a Namgung.”

I cut that misconception short before it could grow.

“I was only curious about the caliber of a so-called Three Masters’ ancient relic.”

I stepped forward, moving toward Heavenly Lord.

“Disappointing.”

I had pretended an interest in his strength, but—

‘He’s fine.’

Despite absorbing that enormous wave of energy—nearly seventy percent of my full power—his body was completely intact.

How?

‘Well, I did restrain it.’

Half the reason was that I had held back to avoid killing him.

And the other half—

‘Noe-a’s spirit must have intervened.’

No matter how angry it was, Noe-a belonged to its descendant. It must have instinctively shielded him.

That’s why the energy had only glanced off him, rendering him unconscious instead of ending him.

He’d probably be out for the time it takes half an incense stick to burn.

After confirming that, I turned back to Namgung Hyung.

“What are you doing?”
“…Huh?”

Namgung Hyung had been standing there staring, so I grew irritated.

“If you’ve seen all you need to, why are you still here? Leave. You had a destination, didn’t you?”
“…..!”
“If you’re not going, I’ll have to kill you.”
“I—I’ll go…!”

He scrambled up, hastily grabbing Thunder Fang.

Even then, he paused.

“But… why…?”
“I didn’t do this for you. Like I said, I was only testing the level of the Three Masters.”

Namgung Hyung still looked doubtful at my explanation.

But he didn’t argue.

Instead—

“If… if it’s acceptable… may I follow you?”
“…What?”

What kind of nonsense was this?

“What are you saying?”

Follow me?

Was he out of his mind?

I stared at him, astonished.

“I… have nowhere left to go. And I don’t wish to return home. If you would permit it, I will serve as your attendant. Please… take me with you.”

Namgung Hyung spoke with complete seriousness.

But, of course—

“No.”

I had no desire to bring him along.

“I—I’ll do anything you command.”
“I have no use for you. You should be thankful I’m sparing your life.”

Kugugung.

I released a wave of killing intent.

Namgung Hyung flinched.

“Now go.”
“…..”

Even then, he still didn’t move.

I couldn’t fathom why he was being so obstinate now.

Suppressing a sigh, I spoke again.

“If you have nowhere to go, then head to Wudang.”
“…Huh?”
“That place is right for you.”
“Wudang Sect…?”
“Yes.”

That was where he needed to be.

More accurately, where he was meant to be.

Namgung Hyung had to go there.

Because—

‘That damned bastard will need to train him.’

He had to meet Wu Hyuk.

“…..”

Namgung Hyung hesitated, his eyes thoughtful before he looked back at me.

“If I go there… will I see you again?”

“…..”

What was wrong with him?

Why was he suddenly so fixated on me?

“Who knows.”

I turned my back to him.

“If you manage to get stronger, then perhaps.”

“…..”

Hearing that, Namgung Hyung wavered once more.

Then—

Bow.

“I will go. And I will not forget your grace.”

With that, he bowed deeply and hurried away.

‘…Grace, my foot.’

I pummeled his grandfather into oblivion, and he calls it grace?

That family was truly deranged.

“Hoo.”

After ensuring Namgung Hyung had departed, I slowly walked over to Heavenly Lord.

“…..”

Still unconscious.

I needed to handle him—for now.

But more importantly…

“You should reveal yourself now.”

I wasn’t here just for Heavenly Lord.

I had business with what resided within him.

As if answering my call—

“My, my… how entertaining….”

The lips of the unconscious Heavenly Lord moved.

Simultaneously, his eyes snapped open.

“How did you know?”

But his eyes—

They weren’t blue.

They were a bloody red.

Repulsively so.

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