Chapter 234: The Namgung Clan Is in My Hands (4)
Chapter 233 – The Namgung Clan Is in My Hands (4)
When Namgung Geom ran out of the Deep Green Courtyard, a pandemonium had already unfolded.
Just then, a martial artist whose entire body was covered in blood ran to Namgung Geom and reported.
“Patriarch! There are enemies everywhere! Please escape first!”
“This is my home, so where do you think I should go?”
Clang!
Namgung Geom scolded coldly and drew his sword.
In an instant, a blue sword qi fluttered from his sword.
“But there are too many enemies…!”
Stab!
The reporting martial artist could not finish his words.
An arrow that flew toward the back of his head had pierced through his forehead.
As the martial artist collapsed as he was, three more arrows flew in succession.
Swish swish swishhh!
Clack clack! Clang!
Namgung Geom quickly swung his sword to deflect the incoming arrows.
“You bastards! Where do you think you are!”
At the Lion’s Roar loaded with internal energy, all the martial artists in the courtyard flinched. Still, the Namgung Clan martial artists who had learned the same kind of internal energy suffered less damage.
In the next moment, Namgung Geom flew like a ray of light and cleft an enemy in two with a single strike of his sword.
Slash!
“Kuaak!”
The black-clothed man whose upper and lower body were sliced clean in two lay sprawled in a terrible state, convulsing.
“Here is the Patriarch!”
“Kill the Patriarch!”
At the shout of one black-clothed man, the surrounding enemies swarmed in.
“Protect the Patriarch!”
When someone shouted, Namgung Geom shouted again.
“No need! Focus on annihilating the enemy!”
Namgung Geom executed a sword dance simultaneously.
The sword dance executed with a posture resembling an immortal was to the point of evoking the movements of a celestial.
When the sword sliced through the air and the sleeves of his robe fluttered, blood spray followed behind.
Slash! Swish, slash! Slash slash!
“Kuaak!”
“Uaaak!”
In the pitch-black universe, it seemed as if Namgung Geom alone was in a trance, intoxicated by the sword dance. Even in the midst of that, the amazing thing was that not a single drop of blood stained his body.
Even in the slaughter where bleeding was rampant, he maintained his blue robes cleanly.
While the enemies collapsed one by one like cut bamboo, Namgung Hwa ran out.
“Father! I have gathered all the surviving servants!”
“Well done. Is there anyone missing?”
When Namgung Geom asked while repeatedly swinging his sword, Namgung Hwa also barely continued her reply while dealing with the enemies.
“Bok-seong is not visible.”
“If it is Bok-seong, isn’t he the one who waited on Cheon?”
“Yes.”
“And the corpse?”
“We haven’t confirmed the corpse either.”
“Then it is fine. Whether he fled or hid, if he is still alive, it is fortunate. First, take the family members who have not learned martial arts and escape the estate!”
“I will take charge here, so Father…”
“Listen to me! Hwa-ah! They are not opponents you can handle!”
“But Father…!”
Slash!
In an instant, Namgung Geom blew off the head of the black-clothed man flying at him in a single strike and turned around.
Staring at Namgung Hwa with a fierce gaze, Namgung Geom said.
“Your mission from now on is to somehow protect those who have not learned martial arts! Once they reach a safe place, I won’t say anything if you come back then.”
“Father…”
Namgung Hwa bit her lip tightly and clenched her fists.
Namgung Geom’s gaze was more resolute than ever. Ultimately, Namgung Hwa turned and ran.
“I will return soon!”
Seeing Namgung Hwa run away, Namgung Geom finally let out a sigh of relief and scanned the surroundings.
Hesitatingly…!
Before he knew it, the black-clothed men surrounding Namgung Geom formed a semicircle, enclosing him completely.
Yet, Namgung Geom scanned the enemies with a gaze that did not show a trace of wavering and opened his heavy mouth.
“Come.”
Even in a single word, sharp energy seemed to be present.
A sensation as if a chilling energy swept past the neck.
Just by facing his gaze, one was crushed by killing intent to the point where one could not easily even take a step.
When Namgung Geom consciously gathered that killing intent slightly, one black-clothed man who finally gathered courage became the fuse.
“Dieee!”
“Hyaaa!”
“Hraaaah!”
The black-clothed men who had spread out in a fan shape threw themselves at Namgung Geom simultaneously.
At the same time, Namgung Geom swung his sword horizontally.
That sequence of movements was neither fast nor slow.
How should this be expressed?
Should it be called serene?
It merely felt as if he was softly sweeping the surroundings with the blade of his sword.
However, in the next moment, an astonishing thing happened.
As the pale blue sword qi scattered in all directions, the black-clothed men who had rushed in like a swarm of moths flipped their bodies and fell.
“Kuaaa-ak!”
“Argh!”
“Uaaak!”
Early Dawn Red Dew.
One of the stances of the Boundless Sky Limitless Sword Art.
Just like the stance name, when it reaches the realm of mastery, as the sword qi spreads like the dawn at daybreak, it forms blood-colored dew.
No matter how great Namgung Geom was, a few drops of blood splattered on his robes this time.
Yet, the divine power he displayed was enough to inspire morale in his allies and instil fear in the enemies.
It was when the black-clothed men hesitated, not daring to continue the attack.
Swishhh!
A gust of wind blew through the enemies.
Namgung Geom quickly turned around and swung his sword.
Clanggg!
Following a clear metallic ring, Namgung Geom’s body slid back three or four zhang.
Screeech!
Loading qi into his foot extended backward, his footprints formed deeply as his body barely stopped.
Staring at the enemy with sharp eyes, Namgung Geom furrowed his brows slightly.
“You are…?”
“Have you been well? Red Wave Corps Leader. No, should I call you Patriarch Namgung now?”
A man with flowing hair and three iron rings pierced through one eyebrow.
He was none other than the Black Heaven Demonic Guest.
The one who had sustained a deep wound from Namgung Geom long ago, almost losing his life.
Licking his blade with his tongue, he said.
“Since it has been too long, I thought you wouldn’t remember, but it is an honor.”
“You managed to survive.”
“Thanks to that. But it seems the Patriarch of the Namgung Clan has aged a lot.”
That could not be helped.
Since they met when they were in their prime, and reunited after he was well over seventy, the traces of time were clear.
However, the Black Heaven Demonic Guest looked only middle-aged, perhaps because he maintained his youth through demonic arts.
Narrowing his eyes, Namgung Geom asked.
“Is this revenge for the past?”
“Well, for this and that. Since I heard that your side took our thing.”
“Hmph!”
Namgung Geom sneered coldly.
“Wasn’t it something that did not belong to you in the first place? According to your logic, it belongs to us now.”
“Ho! Hearing it, that is true?”
The Black Heaven Demonic Guest bantered, then narrowed his eyes slightly and walked slowly toward Namgung Geom.
“But it is indeed strange. You have changed somewhat. In the past, you were a completely stuffy man, but now you seem to know how to rub people the wrong way?”
“Idle talk is long.”
Wuuuung!
As Namgung Geom loaded qi into his sword, the blade trembled, letting out a crying sound.
The Black Heaven Demonic Guest chuckled and raised his blood-red saber.
“Well, whatever. In any case, your clan will disappear from history today.”
“Your habit of wagging your tongue first is still the same.”
“Let us see if the Patriarch is also the same!”
Boom!
In an instant, the Black Heaven Demonic Guest threw himself like an arrow.
* * *
Thud thud thud!
A noisy sound echoed from the Mount Huang Yun Clan’s main gate in the middle of the night.
The two gate guards who were about to close the gate and rest for a moment glanced at each other and furrowed their brows.
Probably some passing drunkard was knocking on the door by mistake.
Otherwise, who would dare to knock on the Mount Huang Yun Clan’s gate so ignorantly?
Normally, they would have opened the door immediately and gone out to teach them a lesson, but today, everything was annoying for both of them.
If we leave him, he will get lost on his own.
Just as they were about to let it pass…
Thud thud thud! Thud thud! Thud thud…!
The knocking on the door did not stop.
“Damn bastard! Who on earth is it?”
Ultimately, the gate guards stood up and irritably threw open the door.
“Who is it!”
“Drinking alcohol and having nothing to do, you must be rushing to meet your end…!”
“Please help! I have come from the Namgung Clan!”
For a moment, seeing the man kneeling flat on the floor before their eyes, the gate guards opened their eyes wide.
The one pleading desperately before them was none other than Bok-seong.
Before the two gate guards could even grasp the situation, Bok-seong cried out repeatedly.
“Please let me meet the Patriarch! It is an extremely urgent matter!”
“What? Where did you come from?”
“I have come from the Namgung Clan!”
“Namgung…? Why did the Namgung Clan come here?”
“There is no time to stand like this! Please let me see the Patriarch quickly!”
When Bok-seong tried to squeeze through the gate guards anyway, they quickly blocked his front and threw a fist.
Thud!
“Keugh!”
Clatter!
A gate guard placed his hand on his waist and glared at Bok-seong, who lay sprawled on the ground.
“No, why is this crazy guy pushing in so recklessly? Have you lost your mind?”
“Judging by your look, you seem to be a servant, so the Namgung Clan must have gone crazy now. To send a mere servant for such an urgent and important matter?”
“Get lost! If it is an important matter, someone from the superiors must come again.”
Just as the gate guards turned to go back, Bok-seong shouted in desperation.
“You fools! If we become endangered, do you think you will be safe? If the unorthodox martial artists have attacked our clan, you are next! Do you understand?”
“What? Unorthodox martial artists?”
Only then did the gate guard turn back with an unusual expression.
Bok-seong stood up and even pointed his finger as he cried out.
“Yes! Unorthodox martial artists! An immense number of black-clothed men have launched a surprise attack on our clan right now! Yet, as fellow locals, instead of helping, you give me the cold shoulder? How can you treat a person who asks for help in this manner!”
“Gosh, look at this guy… do you know where the unorthodox martial artists are right now? They are in Hebei, you rascal. Yet, those unorthodox martial artists suddenly appeared at Mount Huang? Just to strike the Namgung Clan? Make sense!”
“These idiots are impossible to talk to! Move! Because I must meet your Patriarch!”
When Bok-seong ignored them and tried to enter, the gate guards quickly blocked his front.
“This guy really needs a beating to bring him to his senses.”
“Yes, let’s see you die once. Consider today your death day!”
Thud! Thud thud!
The gate guards began to beat Bok-seong in earnest, having decided to do so.
Bok-seong grit his teeth and endured.
“Uwaaaaah!”
The sheaths of their swords repeatedly struck his back, waist, and thighs at random, but he did not care and grabbed the waist of a gate guard, pushing him with force.
“You rascal!”
“Won’t you let go? You rascal!”
Thud! Thud thud! Crack!
“Keup! You bastards! Bring me to your Patriarch!”
“This crazy…!”
It was then.
“What is this commotion?”
An irritable voice was heard from inside the main gate.
Bok-seong felt the two gate guards who were beating him freeze up.
Only then did Bok-seong raise his head and see a familiar face through the wide-open gate.
He was the Mount Huang Yun Clan Leader Yun Cheom-san.
Furrowing his brows deeply, he looked at Bok-seong.
“Who are you?”
Only then did Bok-seong quickly fall to his knees and cry out.
“Patriarch! I am Bok-seong, from the Namgung Clan! Our clan is currently in danger! Please help us!”
“From the Namgung Clan? Hmph! Why should our clan help the Namgung Clan?”
As expected, Yun Cheom-san’s attitude was cold as ice.
Bok-seong rolled his brain in an instant.
How should he speak?
When a single martial artist was precious, how could he drag in the Mount Huang Yun Clan?
Should he say that if something went wrong with the Namgung Clan, the Mount Huang Yun Clan would also find it difficult to be safe?
However, those words wouldn’t work at all.
‘Ah… what should I do, Young Master?’
Suddenly, he missed Namgung Cheon.
Because it felt like if it were Namgung Cheon, he would somehow do something.
‘What would the Young Master have done? What would the Young Master…’
Bok-seong opened his mouth hesitatingly.
“If you do not help our clan… do not help us…! Our Young Master will make Young Master Yun Jong-seung his official pushover for life! He will beat him half to death!”
“Wh-What, you rascal? Th-That…!”
Yun Cheom-san grabbed the back of his neck.
Uh… is this correct? Or not?